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The Birthday Gift: Part One (Friday Night 11:00 pm)
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Josephine Eileen Ross stood jauntily in the entrance to the
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crowded nightclub, her right hand on her hip -- a tall,
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stunningly attractive woman. She wore a black, velvet decollete
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evening dress with a high fan collar that accentuated her ample
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cleavage and slim, hour-glass figure. Her full lips matched the
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color of her long, curved red fingernails, and she had on black
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silk stockings and high-heeled stiletto opera pumps. Her long
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black hair danced on her shoulders. For jewelry, Josie wore a set
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of gold hoop earrings and an intricate platinum choker. Josie
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looked at her image in the foyer mirror and smiled confidently.
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She was dressed to kill, and she knew it.
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After waiting a few minutes, Josie saw an empty seat at the
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main bar and took it. The bartender, a young curly-haired girl,
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saw her and came up. "What can I get you, miss?"
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Josie thought for a moment. "I'd like a martini -- very dry."
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After she ordered, Josie took out a pack of Virginia Slims
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from her purse and pulled out a long white cigarette.
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The bartender brought her drink over, set it down, and held
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up a lighter. "Here, I'll get that."
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Josie held the cigarette to her lips as the other woman lit
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it for her. Josie inhaled deeply, her breasts rising. She
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expelled a thin stream of blue smoke toward the ceiling and smiled
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at the girl. "Thank you," she said.
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The bartender smiled back. "You're welcome."
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Josie crossed her legs, sipped her drink and took a long,
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luxurious drag on her cigarette. Her left hand slipped subtly
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beneath the folds of her dress, and her fingers felt along her
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thigh. Halfway up, connected to a thick elastic strap, was a
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clamshell case containing various accoutrements. Satisfied that
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it was secure, Josie removed her hand and took out a photograph
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from her purse. It was a shot of two women, a blonde and a
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brunette. The brunette was her employer; it was the blonde that
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Josie sought tonight, a sloe-eyed, large-breasted girl named
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Patricia Ortiz.
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Josie took another drag on her cigarette and scanned the
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mirror in front of her, looking at the crowd. It was a Friday
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night, and the room was dense with people. Almost all were women,
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which wasn't surprising for a lesbian nightclub. There were
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several gorgeous women out on the dance floor. As Josie watched,
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she felt a familiar warmth swelling up within her. As she
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strained over to get a better look, she noticed a young girl
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sitting at the opposite end of the bar, wearing a tight blue
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leotard top and white faille wraparound skirt. It was Patricia.
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She had already decided her strategy. She finished her drink
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and cigarette, and the bartender, who kept giving Josie discrete
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glances, came over immediately. "Can I get you another one?" she
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asked.
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"Yes, please," Josie said, "and do me a favor."
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The bartender smiled. "I'd love to."
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"Do you see that woman over there?", Josie pointed to
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Patricia. "Give her another drink with my compliments."
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The girl nodded. "You mean Trish? Sure."
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Josie took out another cigarette, along with a long ebony
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cigarette holder. She carefully inserted the cigarette into the
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holder and lit it. "Tell her it's from me."
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"Okay," the bartender told her, "but I have to warn you,
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Trish is into some very heavy scenes."
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"That's what I was hoping," Josie said, her eyes sparkling.
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The bartender looked surprised, but said nothing.
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Josie watched as the bartender took a scotch on the rocks
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over to Patricia and set it down in front of her, discreetly
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pointing over to Josie. Patricia looked over, smiling. Josie
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returned the smile, nodded and took a long drag on her cigarette
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holder. She was beginning to get a kick out of this, and her
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heart began to race when Patricia stood up, drink in hand, and
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sidle through the crowd. It took her a few moments, but finally
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she was there, standing before Josie.
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"Hello," she said. "Thanks for the drink."
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"My pleasure," Josie said. "I couldn't help but notice you
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over there -- you're a very attractive woman."
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Patricia looked a little startled. "Are you always this
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forward?"
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Josie finished her cigarette. "I am tonight."
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Patricia smiled again. "Why don't we find a quiet corner
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somewhere?" She offered her hand, and Josie took it, slipping off
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the barstool, her metal-tipped stilettos clacking on the floor.
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They found a dimly-lit table on a dais overlooking the dance
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floor and sat down side by side. Josie lit the candle in the
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middle of the table and pulled it over so she could see Patricia
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better. As she did so, Josie noticed the other woman's nipples,
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erect and perfectly outlined in the sheer material of her top.
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Patricia took a sip of her drink. "My name's Trish," she
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said. "What's yours?"
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"Josephine, but I go by Josie."
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"Josie; what a lovely name." She paused. "This is your
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first time here."
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Josie looked up into her eyes. "Why would you think that?"
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Trish smiled. "Believe me, I would remember seeing you."
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"I'll take that as a compliment."
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"God, yes," Trish said heavily. She let her hand fall below
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the table to rest on Josie's thigh. "I saw you sitting at the bar
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earlier tonight...I thought you looked very, very sexy."
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"Thank you," Josie said.
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"All dressed in black, and using that long black cigarette
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holder," Trish continued. "Very elegant."
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Josie smiled. "My mother gave it to me. She thought it
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makes me look like a vamp."
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"Well," Trish said, her hand sliding along Josie's inside
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thigh, "it sure does wonders for me."
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Josie covered Trish's hand with her own, and guided it
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beneath the folds of her dress. "Then this might be your lucky
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night." With her other hand, she reached into her purse and took
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out an engraved invitation. She opened it deftly and passed it
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over to Trish. "Read this."
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Trish took the invitation and held it over the candle.
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Darling Patrica (it read),
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You are formally invited to a weekend of
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extreme sensuality and forbidden delights
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on the occasion of your 28th birthday.
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The woman from whom you have received this
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is your mistress and guide. She is trained
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in all forms of ecstasy which you desire.
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Place all faith in her. Obey all of her
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instructions without fail. Do so, and you
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will experience sexual delight unlike none
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you have ever imagined. Disobey her, and
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you will be punished in ways that you have
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dreamt of and more.
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Signed,
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Elizabeth Bach
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P.S. Patricia, I love you. I give you your fantasy.
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Trish set the note down. "I need a cigarette," she said
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finally. Her fingernails were beginning to dig into Josie's
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thigh.
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Josie laughed and passed a cigarette over to Trish and lit it
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for her, then put one in her holder and lit it.
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"Where is Elizabeth?" Trish asked.
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"All in due time," Josie said. "First, I need your consent."
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"She told me she might do this," Trish said, almost to
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herself. "I had no idea..." She paused. "What do I need to do?"
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"Just say yes or no. If you agree, you will do whatever I
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command for..." she looked at her watch; it was eleven thirty.
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"For the next forty eight hours. We will return you to reality on
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this time, Sunday night."
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"What about my cats?"
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Josie laughed again. "Every detail's been seen to; believe
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me. All you have to do is agree. If you say yes, I'll give you
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one hour, and then the festivity begins."
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Trish sat silently for a moment. "You know Elizabeth well?"
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"Your Significant Other? Yes, we've known each other since
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school."
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"Alright, then," Trish said nervously, but her eyes
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positively shone with anticipation. "You have my agreement."
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"Very well," Josie replied. "You look like you've seen a
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ghost; would you like to dance?"
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A slow song was starting up. "I'd love to," Trish said.
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They stood up and went out to the dance floor, hand in hand.
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Josie slipped her arm around Trish's waist and pulled her close
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gently, reveling in the other woman's musky smell.
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The song was one of Josie's favorites. "Antes que seja
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tarde..." the lead went, and she looked down into Trish's bright
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eyes. Without warning, Trish's mouth opened to an O, and Josie
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kissed her. It was a soft kiss, and Josie felt Trish trembling as
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their lips met. Trish pulled back and leaned into Josie's ear.
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"Elizabeth..." she whispered.
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Josie took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "She's
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given me her consent, darling. Do not feel unfaithful to her.
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Everything that happens, has her best wishes. She just wants to
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give you what you couldn't ask for directly." She paused. "Now,
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kiss me again," she said, but before she could finish, Trish
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pulled her closer and put her mouth on Josie's, her tongue
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hungrily probing. Josie responded with a hunger of her own, and
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for a time they were only aware of each other.
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Finally they parted. Josie heard another song from the same
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album starting ("Depois Dos Temporais"). They had embraced for
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almost twenty minutes.
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"God," Trish said. "I think I need to sit for a moment; I
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think I've wet myself."
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They went back to their table and sat down. There was line
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of perspiration going down Trish's back, but Josie looked
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completely composed.
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As Trish lit another cigarette, Josie said, "Do you know what
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a safeword is?"
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Trish nodded. "Elizabeth and I've used one before, during
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our...scenes."
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Josie took another small envelope from her purse and handed
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it to her. "Here are the safewords we will use. They apply to
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both of us. You must understand --" She paused. "If the
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safeword is spoken to you, you will stop immediately whatever it
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is you are doing. If your partner is bound, you will unbind her.
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If your partner is unable to speak, be alert to the nonverbal
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signal."
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Trish opened the envelope and read the note inside. "I
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understand, Josie."
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"Finally, one last thing." Josie lit a cigarette and sipped
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her drink. "Much of what we will do is psychodrama. By giving me
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your consent, you have given yourself completely to me. I will do
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everything possible to heighten your pleasure. My first command
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is to trust in me totally."
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"I do," Trish said huskily.
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"Now, I ask you to remember the final safeword -- it's
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written on the back of the note you're holding. My instructions
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from Elizabeth are that, if you utter it, you are to be released
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immediately and returned here, to your car. Trish, remember:
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There is no going back. If I hear it, the festivity comes to an
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irrevocable end."
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"I understand."
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Josie looked at her watch. It was 12:28. She smiled
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devilishly. "Are you ready?"
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"God, yes, darling!"
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"Then," Josie said, "let the games begin." She stood up.
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"You will find a black limousine parked in front. Leave within
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the next fifteen minutes and take a seat in the back. Do not
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disturb the driver at all." She picked up her purse. "I will see
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you again soon. Remember: Do not speak to the driver."
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"Yes, Josie."
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Josie looked down at her. "I am a dominatrix; from now on,
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you will address me as 'mistress.'"
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"Yes, mistress."
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Josie turned and left her sitting there. She walked out,
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without looking back.
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Trish held the note in front of her, over the candle. Before
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looking at the back, she slowly dipped it into the flame and set
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it in the ashtray, watching as the fire consumed it. Then she too
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stood up, crushed her cigarette out, and walked briskly through
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the crowd to the entrance and out the door.
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*** END OF PART ONE ***
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The Birthday Gift: Part Two (Saturday Morning 1:00 am)
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Josie undressed slowly, carefully laying out her garments on
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the bed, to be taken care of earlier. She was now totally nude,
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except for the clamshell case strapped to her thigh. She picked
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up a black cire bustier from the bed and laced it up; it squeezed
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her breasts together and jutted them out. Next came matching cire
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panties and a pair of skintight black lycra open-fingered gloves
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that went up to the elbow. Satisfied with her appearance in the
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mirror by the bed, she sat down and pulled on a pair of shiny
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patent leather high-heeled boots. To complete the outfit, she
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took out a long, pointed dagger and scabbard, which she buckled on
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to her right leg, right above the boot. Finally, she picked up an
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ornate riding crop and tested it by putting the strap around her
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wrist and flicking it through the air. It made a loud cracking
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sound as it struck the bed.
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As she checked her lipstick and makeup in the mirror, Josie
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heard a car pull up in the driveway. She looked out the window;
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it was the limousine. She watched as the chauffeur got out and
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opened the rear door. Trish emerged, said something to him, and
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went to the door.
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Josie stood at the top of the stairway, riding crop in hand.
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"Patricia."
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Trish looked up. "Mistress!"
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Josie beckoned with her finger. "Come here."
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Trish came up, her eyes devouring Josie. "Perfect," she
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purred. She held out her hand to Josie, who deftly avoided it.
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"Follow me," was all Josie said. She led Trish to the guest
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bedroom and opened the door.
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"You'll find your new clothes laid out on the bed," she said.
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"Remove every item you have on now, and put on the new things."
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She closed the door and sat down on a Louis XIV chair, the riding
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crop in her lap.
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Trish took some time figuring out the ringed collar and
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matching lock bracelets and anklets, but in a few minutes she
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stood before Josie in an outfit similar to hers, sans weaponry.
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"Is this satisfactory?"
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Josie stood and tightened up Trish's bustier, noting the
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swelled nipples. She opened a dresser drawer and took out a
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silver ball gag and several chains, which she handed to Trish.
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"Don't put them on yet," Josie admonished her.
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She opened the door and led Trish down the stairs, through an
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elegant living room, and to a large wooden beam door bearing an
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open iron lock. She removed the lock and swung the door open.
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Trish went through and Josie followed, closing the door. There
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was another stairway, dimly lit, leading down into a cellar.
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Trish looked around at the various equipment: A large metal brace
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from which several chains dangled, a gleaming silver sex chair
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padded in the appropriate places, several ornate chairs, and a
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surgical cart covered by a black satin sheet. The shining floor
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was equipped with shackle holders at regular intervals.
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While Trish examined her surroundings, Josie hit a switch on
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the wall, causing the brace to lower. It stopped a foot above her
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head, the chains waving slightly.
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"Raise your arms," Josie commanded her. She took the
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apparatus that Trish held from her and attached chains to the
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bracelets on her arms. Trish was beginning to breathe hard.
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"Now, line your feet up with the shackles on the floor."
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Trish's stiletto-clad feet spread out, and Josie hooked up chains
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to her anklets. Trish looked out in front of her and saw her
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image in a large mirror on the wall. She sighed, but was
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otherwise completely silent.
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Josie went back to the switch and hit it again. The brace
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began to rise, causing Trish arms and legs to stretch outward.
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Josie carefully let the brace go just high enough to serve her
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purposes without discomforting Trish, then stopped it.
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She now took the ball gag and unhooked it. Trish's mouth
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opened to an O as Josie slid it over the top of her head. Trish's
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red lips covered the ball, and her nostrils flared as Josie
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secured it. She moaned softly when she looked at her image in the
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mirror; her nipples were now as large as cherries.
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Josie went over to the surgical cart and uncovered it. Trish
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inhaled sharply when she saw the instruments, her eyes wide open.
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Josie picked up a small, curved silver dildo that glistened
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in the dim light. As Trish watched intently, she lubricated it
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with some mineral oil, then teasingly fellated it.
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Suddenly, she reached down to her scabbard and in one move
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unsheathed the dagger. Trish's body shook, the chains rattling.
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Kneeling down, Josie slid the sharp tip of the cold blade beneath
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Trish's G-string and cut it, letting it fall to the floor. Her
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eyes on Trish's, she replaced the dagger in its sheath.
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Going behind Trish, she knelt again and put her palm on
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Trish's smooth ass. She put her middle finger in her mouth and
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drew it out as Trish watched, then placed the tip of it against
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Trish's anus. Trish consciously relaxed, and when Josie felt it
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was time, she slid her finger cautiously into Trish, who moaned
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again. Josie then removed it, and put the tip of the dildo up to
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Trish's ass. It slid in quite easily, and Trish writhed with
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pleasure against the pressure.
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Josie stood and went back in front of Trish. She stroked her
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engorged, rock-hard nipples and smiled. "Now, darling," she said,
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"time to find out if you're into the philosophy, or just the
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fashion."
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She picked up a thin black cord and wrapped it around Trish's
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neck in a constricting noose, tying it off on a hook above and
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behind Trish. Trish's eyes darted in anticipation, but she made
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no sound.
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Josie's hand went down to the clamshell case on her thigh and
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flicked it open. She took out two small gold spring vises.
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Opening it with her fingers, she held it up to Trish's right
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nipple and let it close slowly. Trish inhaled sharply again, her
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body shaking.
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Josie applied the other vise to Trish's left nipple and the
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other woman mewed quietly and began to pant through her nostrils.
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Her body arched slightly, and Josie could see that she was
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clearly, strongly aroused.
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Josie cupped Trish's breast in her hand and felt its weight.
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With her other hand, she rubbed Trish's thigh.
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"How does it feel to be totally bound, darling?"
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Trish shook her head, yes.
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"And the dress? The tight lycra gloves, the shiny boots, the
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shackles?"
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She nodded again, yes!
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Josie let her fingers ride gently over Trish's silky mons
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venus. "Being completely dominated by another woman; that's been
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a fantasy of yours, hasn't it?"
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Yes...yes.
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"And the ball gag. You like that, don't you, Patricia, your
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lips spread out against your will, gagged and hanging in midair."
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...Yes.
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Josie turned and saw the image of the two of them, she
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standing before Trish, her hands caressing, probing. "Being
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filled -- except for that one, important orifice."
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Trish's eyes pleaded with Josie.
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Josie leaned down and ran her tongue around Trish's nipple.
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"Not yet, darling," she said seductively. "That comes...later.
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For now, it would only distract you." She touched Trish's
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throbbing mons again. "You're on the verge, now; that would only
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send you over, and I don't want that." Her finger found Trish's
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clitoris almost by accident; she pressed playfully, and Trish's
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body shook the brace.
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Josie rose. "Careful, darling," she cooed. "We still have
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the matter of a...punishment." She paused, then looked deeply
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into Trish's eyes. "Concentrate on the pain, Patricia. Feel the
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vises gripping your nipples. Feel the humiliation of hanging
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there, to be done with at my whim. Watch yourself, as you crave
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my affection..."
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Josie picked up the riding crop by the door and whacked it
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against her open palm. Trish's eyes followed its movement.
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"This," Josie said, looking right at her, "is for disobeying
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my order against talking to the driver." She went behind Trish,
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and as the other woman's eyes opened even wider, she raised the
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crop and brought it down whistling violently on Trish's ass.
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There was a loud whack! and Trish's body shook on the brace. She
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moaned louder, and her eyes fluttered.
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WHACK! a second time; Trish let out a high-pitched sound.
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Vaginal fluid seeped down her legs. Josie brought the crop down
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again with all her might...WHACK!!!
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Trish's body began to convulse. Her back arched sharply. She
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caught Josie's eyes in the mirror and nodded, again!
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Josie brought the crop down as hard as she could, and as the
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sharp tongues struck Trish she leaned her head forward, the noose
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tightening. Her body shivered, then bucked. Her hands fluttered
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ineffectually against the shackles, and when Josie slashed the
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crop up between her legs, her lips enveloped the ball and she
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moaned gutterally. She stayed suspended that way for almost two
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full minutes as a massive orgasm racked her body, then she slumped
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forward, panting heavily.
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Josie removed the dildo, which slid out smoothly, and untied
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the noose. She then undid the nipple vises and the shackles on
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Trish's legs, noticing that Trish was still coming. Josie
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expertly unhooked the ball gag and set it on the table, then
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slipped her arm around Trish's waist as she disconnected the
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shackles on her arms. Trish flung her arms around Josie's neck
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and let Josie carry her to a comfortable chair in the corner.
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Trish drew up her legs, and her head fell back, a smile on
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her lips; she was unconscious.
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Josie stood erect and ran her hand smoothly along the curve
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of Trish's body, up to the undersides of her hot and heavy
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breasts. She too was intensely aroused; her hands went up to her
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own breasts and caressed them, but she fought the urge to rub
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herself. "Later," she murmured. "Later."
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She went to the table and picked up a small note pad. She
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read to herself:
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1. The Punishment
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2. The Tables Turned
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3. The Pleasure Pit
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4. The Execution
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5. The Pool
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6. Return
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Josie went to the wall and picked up an elegant French
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telephone. "Elizabeth? Josephine. Our young friend is fast
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asleep. Have Catherine come down and bring her to the next
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scene."
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She hung up the phone and looked over at the sleeping
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Patricia. "Darling," she said, "will you enjoy giving as much as
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receiving?"
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*** END OF PART TWO ***
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The Birthday Gift: Part Three (Saturday Afternoon 12:20 pm)
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Josie looked up when Trish walked out onto the patio. She
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smiled and offered her a seat. "How do you feel?"
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Trish returned her smile. "Funny --" she brought a hand over
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her chest -- "but nice. How long did I sleep?"
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Josie picked up a cigarette from a glass case on the table.
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"About ten hours."
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"Good God!" Trish looked around her, suddenly aware of her
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surroundings. "Where are we?"
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They sat at a table on a wood deck. Behind them, Trish could
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see the house, with its stone walls and trimmed hedges. To their
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left was a huge pool; to their right, a bubbling jacuzzi. In the
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distance, Trish could make out the Intercoastal Waterway. It was
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a warm August afternoon.
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"We're about ten miles north of Boca Raton," Josie said,
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smoothing her hair. She wore a daringly low-cut blue lycra
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swimsuit and white gauze robe. In contrast to her outfit, Trish
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wore a white blouse and skintight black leather pants tucked into
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a pair of high riding boots.
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Trish heard a door open behind her and turned around. A
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petite blonde-haired young woman walked out, wearing a maid's
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dress and carrying a tray of iced teas. She set it down beside
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Josie and stood at attention.
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Josie looked up at her. "Thank you, Catherine." She held
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her cigarette to her lips and Catherine lit it for her. "Trish,
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this is my servant. Catherine, I believe you've met my guest."
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To Trish: "She helped you to bed last night."
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Trish looked up and nodded. "Hello, Catherine."
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Catherine nodded slightly. Without looking up, Josie said,
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"Offer my guest a cigarette."
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Catherine spoke softly. "Would you care for one, mistress?"
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Trish nodded yes, and Catherine picked up the glass case and
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held it to Trish. Trish took a cigarette and let Catherine light
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it for her.
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Trish expelled a thin stream of blue smoke. "Thank you."
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Catherine turned to Josie. "Will there be anything else,
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mistress?"
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"No. Leave us now."
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Trish watched as Catherine departed, then looked up at Josie.
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"Is she your..."
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"My slave?" Josie smiled. "Actually, for the weekend, she's
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your slave."
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"Mine?" Trish thought for a moment. "Interesting."
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"Think of it as a tiered arrangement." Josie stood and
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slipped her robe off. "I command you, you command Catherine.
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Now, I think I'll go for a swim. As for you --" she gave Trish a
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delicious smile. "I want you to punish Catherine."
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"For what?"
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Josie laughed. "You'll think of something," she said, then
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dove beautifully into the pool.
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Trish sat silently for a moment, smoking her cigarette and
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thinking. Despite the ravishing she'd received last night, she
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felt a familiar warmth between her legs. Another fantasy...
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She rose abruptly and walked indoors. "Catherine!"
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Catherine appeared immediately at the stairs. "Yes,
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mistress?"
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Trish put her hands on her hips and looked Catherine over.
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"You're a very gorgeous young girl."
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Catherine averted her eyes. "Thank you."
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Trish walked around her, noting her curvaceous body. "How
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old are you?"
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"Twenty five, mistress."
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Trish put her hand on Catherine's ass. "Very nice,
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Catherine."
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"Thank you."
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She ran her hand up Catherine's back, felt her warm flesh.
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"What are your orders?"
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"I am to be your slave."
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Trish came around front. "Very well...it's about time you
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started." She leaned against the wall. "Touch me."
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Catherine used her hands to gently touch Trish's breasts.
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She lifted them up and felt their weight.
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Trish took Catherine's hands and pressed them hard onto her
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bosom. "Like that, Catherine -- or may I call you Cat?"
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"Whatever you desire, Mistress."
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"Undress me, Cat."
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Catherine's nimble fingers undid the buttons to Trish's
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blouse and slipped it off, carefully folding it. She knelt and
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removed Trish's boots, then slid her soft hands up Trish's thighs
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and unzipped her pants, which were so tight they had to be
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unrolled. Trish, who was thoroughly enjoying this, saw
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Catherine's hands tremble.
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"Now the brassiere and panties," Trish commanded.
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Catherine unhooked the bra and took it off, then knelt again
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and unclasped the panties, pulling them away. She looked up at
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Trish, who was now totally nude.
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Trish looked down at her. "Now, suck my breasts."
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Catherine's eyes lit up, and her lips encircled Trish's left
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nipple, her teeth gently tugging. She buried her face in Trish's
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chest and purred.
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"Harder," Trish told her. "Bite my nipple."
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Catherine bit down a little harder and pulled. Trish put her
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hands in Catherine's long blonde hair and ran her fingers through
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it. "Yes," she said, "harder, Cat, harder..."
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Catherine's hand slid up between Trish's legs.
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Trish suddenly pulled back. "Stand up." When Catherine
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rose, she said, "A little too enthusiastic, Cat. I'm afraid a
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little discipline is in order."
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"Yes, Mistress Patricia."
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"Follow me."
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Trish went up the stairs, with Catherine trailing, and into
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her room. "Close the door behind you," she commanded Catherine,
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and went into the closet.
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God, she whispered to herself, this house has everything!
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She found a multitude of various instruments, costumes, and items
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she could not even identify. There were lace corsets, latex
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bustiers, gloves, boots, ropes, handcuffs, vibrators, ball gags...
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she even found several anal plugs and an interesting strap-on
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phallus. "Hmm," she said to herself, "that looks interesting."
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After putting on a pair of the highest stiletto pumps she could
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find (apparently everything in here had been measured to fit her)
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and the gloves she had worn last night, she carefully strapped the
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strange silver device on, finding that the inside tip managed --
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quite nicely -- to rest on her clitoris. She looked down at the
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nine-inch artificial penis jutting from her pelvis and felt
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herself growing very moist.
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But she needed something else...looking around the huge
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closet, she found a menacing cat o'nine tails against the wall.
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That should do, she thought.
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When she came out of the closet, Catherine gasped, but her
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eyes shone.
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"Get undressed," Trish told her. She watched as the other
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woman removed her dress, but when she started to unhook her garter
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belt, Trish stopped her. "That'll do. Now, kneel in front of
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me."
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Catherine went down onto her knees.
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"How do you like my cock?" Trish said, grasping the base.
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"Does this turn you on?"
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"Very much," the maid said, looking up at her.
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"Then show me how much."
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Catherine took the phallus in her mouth and closed her lips
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around it. She fellated it with a slow rocking motion that caused
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it to massage Trish's clitoris. She increased the pace, but Trish
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suddenly broke off. "Now, lie down on the bed -- on your
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stomach."
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Reluctantly, Catherine stopped and did as she was ordered.
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Trish went to her arms and legs, binding them to the posts with
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kid leather shackles. She placed two large down pillows beneath
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Catherine's stomach, causing her ass to be raised, and leaned into
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Catherine. Her tongue darted out and circled Catherine's sex, and
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when it made contact with her clit, Catherine emitted a high-
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pitched squeal.
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Trish leaned back and picked up the whip. She brought it
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swiftly down on Catherine's up-ended ass.
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"Ohh..." Catherine moaned. Her fingers dug deep into the
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soft satin comforter.
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Trish paused for a moment, feeling a pure rush. She looked
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at herself in the mirror and realized how much she was enjoying
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this --
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Catherine mewed again, and Trish brought the cat o'nine tails
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down harder. Catherine's body shivered, and a red welt appeared
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on her buttocks.
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Trish stopped, the whip high in the air. "Catherine, are you
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okay?" she asked.
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Catherine turned her head to Trish. "If mistress would only
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hit a little harder," she replied.
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Alright, Trish thought to herself, and brought the whip down
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yet another time. Catherine bucked as the heavy leather cords
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struck her, and her legs flexed against the bonds.
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"Please," Catherine moaned, "harder, please!"
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Trish struck her several times more, each time a loud thwack!
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resonating in the room. Each time Catherine cried out for more.
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God, Trish thought to herself, she's insatiable!
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"Mistress," Catherine groaned, "I need you!"
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Trish threw down the whip and climbed on top of her, quickly
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mounting her. The curved metal penis slid in softly, filling
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Catherine, who spread her legs and grabbed the bed posts even
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tighter.
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Trish's hands encircled Catherine and took hold of her
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breasts, finding the hard nipples and pinching them tightly with
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her fingernails.
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"Oh, yes," Catherine cried. "God, yes!"
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Trish timed the thrusts slowly at first, increasing her pace
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as Catherine begged her. "Pinch me harder, mistress!"
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Trish rammed into her and twisted her nipples harder. "Unhh,
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yes," Catherine said, "yes..."
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They both felt it at the same time: A flush feeling, then a
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strong wave. Trish ground her pelvis into Catherine and held on
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as she came; Catherine cried out wordlessly and arched her back,
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panting heavily.
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An eternity passed, then both women slumped down onto the
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dripping-wet bed. They laid like that for a long time, Trish's
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lips giving kisses to Catherine's back, each lost in the other.
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Trish had almost drifted off to blissful sleep, when
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Catherine moved her legs. "Could mistress...?"
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"Oh -- of course." She rose to her knees slowly, her strap-
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on penis still buried in Catherine, and quickly undid her bonds.
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Catherine rubbed her arms, then leaned over and disconnected the
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apparatus from Trish. "Mistress, you were magnificient!"
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Trish touched her chin. "I hope I didn't hurt you too much."
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Catherine smiled. "Do you remember last night, with mistress
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Josephine?"
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"Boy, do I!"
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"How do you feel?"
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"A little sore, maybe --" Trish paused. "Actually, not sore
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at all."
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"The same for me." She looked up in Trish's eyes, and her
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lips parted. "May the slave kiss the mistress?"
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Trish put her hands on her waist and drew her close. Their
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lips met softly, and as they kissed their breasts squeezed
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together.
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Trish's lips moved along Catherine's neck. "How much time do
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we have?"
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Catherine laughed and pushed Trish off her playfully. "Not
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|
enough for what you have in mind." She climbed off the bed and
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looked at Trish as she gathered her clothes. "Mistress Josephine
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has you on a strict schedule."
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Trish watched her dress. "Do you know what comes next?"
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"Well," Catherine began.
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"No." They both looked up at the door and saw Josie standing
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there in her swimsuit and robe. "Catherine, leave us."
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Catherine's eyes glanced down. "Yes, mistress." She
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finished dressing and hurried out.
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Josie shut the door behind her and stood over the bed.
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"You seem a little harsh with her," Trish said. "Does she
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like being ordered around like that?"
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Josie smiled. "That is exactly what Catherine likes: The
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|
harsher, the better." She sat down beside Trish. "I only do what
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my partners want me to do," she explained. "I can be gentle --"
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she put her hand on Trish's bare breast and stroked it -- "or I
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can be rough." Her fingers pinched Trish, who shuddered but made
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|
no resistance. "Do you understand?"
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"I think so."
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Josie stood and pulled her off the bed. "Everything's for
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|
the scene," she said, and went to the bedstand. She opened the
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drawer and pulled out a black leather-topped box. "Why don't you
|
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get your bathing suit on, and we'll go for a swim."
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"Okay." Trish bounced over to the closet to look for
|
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something fun to wear.
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"And for the evening," Josie continued, "we do something a
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|
little different." Trish came out and her eyes opened wide.
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Josie was holding a black, long-barreled Beretta. As Trish
|
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watched, Josie screwed on a menacing silencer to the barrel and
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showed it to her. "Elizabeth's told me all of your fantasies."
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"She must have," Trish said, growing aroused again.
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*** END OF PART THREE ***
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