Hawaiin Heat

      Barbara's heart starting pounding when she recognized the voice on the


other end of the phone. She had been expecting this call ever since John told


her of Cheryl's future plans. She would panic whenever the phone rang. She


spent endless hours each day thinking of things she could say that 


would change


this bitch's mind. She vowed to herself that she would be strong and forceful


when the moment came, but now that it was here, her knees began to buckle and


she groped for a chair to sit down in. She opened her mouth to speak, but no


words came out. Her carefully rehearsed speech was lost somewhere in the deep


recesses of her mind and she could only recall images of her degradation and


humiliation at the hands of this woman who was speaking to her.




      "Hello? Are you there? Barbara, speak to me!"




      "Yes, Mistress Cheryl, I'm here." Barbara began weeping. She had no idea


why she became so weak when confronted by this younger woman who was once one


of her best friends. This girl, who wasn't satisfied with forcing her to


perform the most vile and humiliating sexual acts, was now demanding more.


More, perhaps, than Barbara could give.




      "Has John told you about my move?"




      "Yes, Mistress Cheryl. He told me what you planned to do, but he didn't


give me any details or elaborate any further."


      "Oh." Cheryl sounded disappointed. She wanted to tell Barbara herself


just so she could see the expression on her face. "Well, in that case, I'll be


there for lunch today at around 12:30. Don't make anything to eat, I'll bring


it with me. You just get yourself ready, a robe will be fine, and 


we'll discuss


just exactly what is expected of you and what your options are."




      "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara had hardly gotten the words out of her


mouth when she heard Cheryl hang up the receiver. She placed the phone on the


cradle and propped her head against her hand while she recalled what John had


told her.




      John did not mince words when he informed her of Cheryl's plans. It was,


after all, a very simple, straight-forward, move. Cheryl was 


divorcing Don. Don


had agreed to the divorce and to provide her with ample support money while


Cheryl to movie into Barbara's quest room. That was all he said, and that was


all that had to be said. Barbara couldn't help but think that Cheryl was


positioning herself to steal John away from her. She refused to accept that


scenario and would do whatever she had to do to keep John. She became


determined to lay her cards on the table when Cheryl came to lunch and to, at


the very least, voice her opposition to the move. Her mind made up, she got up


from the table and began to get herself prepared for Cheryl.




                                ***************




      Cheryl didn't bother to knock when she arrived at Barbara's house for


lunch. She figured that it was unnecessary since she was about call 


it her home


as well. She saw Barbara sitting at the table wearing only a robe and 


obviously


startled by the sudden intrusion. She laid the bags of Chinese take-out she


purchased for their lunch on the table and walked over to the cabinets to get


the plates and utensils they would need.




      "Gee, I thought you'd at least have the table set for lunch, Barb. You


knew I was bringing something for us to eat." Cheryl stated her disappointment


in a calm manner and did not seem to be extremely annoyed.




      "I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl. I've had a lot on my mind lately 


and I guess


the time just slipped up on me." Barbara got up and went over to help Cheryl


ready the meal. She poured them each a large glass of iced tea and 


carried them


to the table.




      "I guess you have had a lot to think about lately. Let's eat first and


then we'll discuss the situation like rational adults. Okay?"




      "Okay, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara agreed.




      The two women sat and ate their lunch without muttering a single word to


each other. Cheryl couldn't help but notice how nervous Barbara was as she


picked through her meal. She wondered if Barbara's uneasiness was due to worry


about what humiliation she would have to endure today, or whether it was


brought on by the planned move. When she had finished eating, Cheryl 


pushed her


plate away and sat watching the trembling Barbara nibble at the plate of


Mandarin Beef and Rice. Finally, the tension between the two women became to


much for Cheryl to bear.




      "What's the matter, Barbara? Don't like Chinese?" Cheryl asked while


reaching in her purse for a cigarette.




      "No, I mean yes, I like Chinese, Mistress Cheryl. I'm just not used to


eating it for lunch, and I guess I'm a little nervous today." Barbara replied.




      Barbara's nervousness had been evident to Cheryl from the moment she sat


down at the table to eat. She lit the cigarette and drew in a deeply, exhaling


the smoke through her nostrils. She guessed it was time to get on with


explaining the conditions of her move to Barbara. She wasn't quite sure how to


go about it and had hoped for a little push from her "slave" to sort 


of get her


fired up.




      "Well, let's go into the living room and talk about it. I guess 


it's best


if we clear the air about this move right off." Cheryl got up from the table


and walked into the living room where she sat down on the sofa and crossed her


feet on the coffee table.




      Barbara picked up the dishes from the table and placed them on the


counter before biting her lip and proceeding to join Cheryl. When she entered


the living room, Barbara was not sure what she was supposed to do. Thinking it


better to do safest thing, she took off her robe and assumed her position in


the center of the room.




      "No need to assume the position just yet, Barbara. Sit down and 


let's get


whatever it is that's making you nervous off your mind." Cheryl motioned for


Barbara to sit in the chair placed nearest the sofa, and watched as the naked


woman sat. For some reason, Cheryl thought, Barbara looked better now 


than when


she first saw her nude only about a couple of months ago. She seemed to look


more sensuous than ever before. She studied the woman, nude but for a dog


collar around her neck, for a few moments before beginning.




      "Okay Barbara. Tell me what it is that's bothering you. I assume it's


about my new living arrangements. If it is, I want to know what you find so


troubling." Cheryl took another drag on the cigarette before crushing 


it out in


the ashtray.




      "Well, Mistress Cheryl, I..."




      "Let's cut out the formalities for the moment, Barbara. Call me Cheryl."


Cheryl was hoping to get Barbara to open up and drop her guard.




      Well, Cheryl, I really don't know what to expect -- or what you 


expect of


me. I mean, I've done everything you've asked me to do so far, even though I


found most of them disgusting. The only thing that got me through 


most of those


things was knowing that it would be over soon and I'd be back home and away


from it all. Now, if you're living here, will there ever be an end? I don't


think I could live every moment like that." Barbara began to cry and covered


her eyes to avoid having to face Cheryl directly. "One more thing, I 


can't help


but think that you're trying to take John away from me. I can't, ... I won't,


let that happen. Believe me, I'll do whatever I have to do to prevent 


that from


happening. I mean, I'll resort to any means within me to stop it."




      Having said her piece, Barbara wiped the tears from her cheeks and sat


back in her chair to await Cheryl's reply. She couldn't stop her hands from


trembling and attempted to hide the quivering by rubbing them together. She


watched Cheryl lean back on the sofa, uncross her legs and spread 


them slightly


apart. She didn't know why, but her eyes were drawn immediately to the spot


under Cheryl's dress where her legs came together. She noticed that Cheryl


wasn't wearing any underclothing and that caused her, for reasons unknown to


Barbara, to become aroused. Embarrassed, Barbara blushed and quickly shifted


her eyes to Cheryl's face.




      Cheryl saw Barbara staring under her dress and noticed her face turning


beet red. She had hoped Barbara would provide her with an opening where she


could announce her full plans to her. What she got was more than she had hoped


for. She took her legs off the table and sat upright.




      "Barbara, I want you to move the coffee table aside and come sit on the


floor between my feet while I answer you."




      Still trembling, Barbara got up and did as Cheryl requested. 


She sat down


between Cheryl's feet and looked up at her face, waiting for an answer.




      "First of all, Barbara." Cheryl began, "Since you feel that way about


John, you've already narrowed you options down to one. That option is you


remain married to John and do all the nice little things that married couples


are supposed to do, with the exception that you will also do whatever I tell


you to do. Every night, after putting the kids to bed, you are to get yourself


ready and report to me here in the living room -- nude, of course. On those


nights when I have a date or other plans, you are to wait up for me, 


again nude


and ready. When John is present, you will also do whatever he desires, but you


must remember that I am your mistress and have absolute control over you. You


will be required to do whatever may amuse me at the moment, and to accept


whatever punishment I decide is fitting. From time to time, I may have company


of my own over for the evening. They may be male or female, but their presence


will not be an excuse for your not reporting here as scheduled. On occasion I


may make arrangements for you to appear elsewhere, without me or 


John. You will


go where ever I say and do whatever it is that I instruct you to do. I may


forbid you to sleep in your bed with John. I may have you sleep with me, or in


my bed while I sleep in yours with John, or even on the floor. You will do so


without question or hesitation. These rules also apply during the day 


while the


kids are in school. If you accept these conditions, you can remain here as


John's wife and mother of his children. If you do not accept them, John and I


have decided that he would leave you and file for divorce. With the photos and


'witnesses' we have, we should have no problem convincing the courts that you


are not a fit parent."




      Cheryl paused to light another cigarette and to allow her words to sink


in. She watched Barbara's head drop to her chin and heard the sobs escaping


from her lips.




      "On the other hand," she continued, "it won't be all that bad. 


I'll pay a


fair price for my room and board and, if I have the time, help out with the


housework. There may be times when you and John need to get out by yourselves


and I'll be available to watch the kids for you. That is if I haven't made


plans of my own. Just remember when you return, you must present 


yourself to me


no matter what the time." Another pause and a drag from the cigarette. "So,


Barbara, do you agree to the conditions?"




      Barbara couldn't stop her sobbing. What possible choice did she 


have? She


thought about how this had all begun and how she just kept getting deeper and


deeper, as though she had been caught in a whirlpool and she was being dragged


further and further down into the depths. She was shocked to learn that John


had actually agreed to leave her and take her kids with him if she did not


agree to these despicable terms. She wished he were here now so that she might


confront him and see for herself if Cheryl were telling the truth. 


She couldn't


afford to take the chance of refusing the conditions set forth by Cheryl. Life


would be hell under the stated terms, but it would be completely unbearable


under the alternate circumstances.




      "Yes, I accept, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara had forgotten that 


she had been


excused from addressing Cheryl as "mistress." It came out of her mouth


instinctively.




      "I thought you would." Cheryl was beaming. In the beginning, she had no


idea that her little plot would eventually lead to the total domination of


Barbara. She had gotten rid of her husband, finally succeeded in snaring John


for sex anytime she wanted, and had a slave to satisfy whatever whim or


curiosity she craved at the moment. These outcomes, coupled with the fact that


the alimony that Don had agreed to pay her would allow her to live comfortably


without having to work, caused her to love her life more than ever before.




      "Now, about all those 'disgusting' acts you had to perform. Maybe you


should look at the pictures and videotapes again. As I recall, those


'disgusting' acts seemed to arouse you quite a bit at the time. In 


fact, if I'm


not mistaken, those 'disgusting' acts seemed to provide you with some very


heavy-duty orgasms." Cheryl paused and looked at the red faced Barbara sitting


at her feet.




      "And don't for a moment think that I didn't notice you staring up my


dress a moment ago." Cheryl spread her legs wide apart and continued. "Look


now, Barbara. Look up my dress and tell me what you see."




      Barbara raised her head and peered up Cheryl's dress. She stared at


Cheryl's vagina and watched it become moist. She could just faintly 


pick up the


scent of the juices beginning to ooze from within. Cheryl was right. Barbara


was getting aroused again.




      "I see your pussy, Mistress Cheryl"




      "Describe it to me Barbara. Tell me, in detail what you see." Cheryl was


smiling.




      "I see your pussy. It's snuggled between your legs and hidden 


by wisps of


curly hair. It's getting damp and I can smell its juices." Barbara 


continued to


stare between Cheryl's legs, unable to turn her eyes away.




      "Do you like the way my pussy looks?"




      "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara began blushing again.




      "Tell me, Barbara. Is the smell beginning to excite you?"




      "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."




      "Would you like to kiss it?"




      "Yes, Mistress Cheryl.."




      "Then ask me to allow you to, Barbara. Beg me to let you kiss 


and lick my


pussy. Tell me what you'll do to repay me for allowing you such pleasure."




      "Please, Mistress Cheryl. Please let me lick and kiss your pussy. I want


to so much, Mistress Cheryl. Please let me lick you until you come. I promise


I'll do anything you ask me to do. I'll lick you all over, even your ass,


Mistress Cheryl. I'll suck your titties real nice. Please, please let me lick


you, Mistress Cheryl."




      Barbara couldn't believe the words she heard were coming from her lips.


She couldn't believe that she actually wanted to lick Cheryl's vagina -- would


do anything to place her mouth on that spot. Three months ago, she would have


vomited at the thought of being forced to do such a thing. Now, she craved it,


was drawn to its sensual aroma, desperately wanted to feel its warm moistness


against her lips. She looked up at Cheryl's face and pleaded with her eyes.




      "I'd like that very much, Barbara." Cheryl moved her hand down 


and pulled


up the hem of her dress exposing herself completely to Barbara. She began to


rub her hand up and down her vagina while Barbara watched. "Yes, I'd love to


feel your tongue on my pussy and my asshole again, but I don't think you


deserve it right now. For now, you'll have to be content with masturbating


yourself and licking your own juices off your fingers. Maybe later 


I'll let you


kiss my pussy, but not now. Lay down at my feet and start fingering yourself.


When I tell you to, take your hand out of your pussy and put it in your mouth


and suck all the juices off."




      "No, Please, Mistress Cheryl. Please let me lick you. I like 


that so much


better." Barbara pleaded as she clutched onto Cheryl's leg.




      Cheryl leaned forward and grabbed Barbara's hair.




      "Shut up and do as you are told!"




      Visibly shaken and disappointed, Barbara slid down and laid on her back


with legs spread wide. Her hand began playing with her own vagina. Within


moments she felt Cheryl's foot on her lips. She opened her mouth and began


playing her tongue across her mistresses toes before sucking them into her


mouth. She had three fingers inside herself and was beginning to pump them


furiously as her hips bucked upwards trying to drive them in deeper. Her head


bobbed back and forth as she sucked Cheryl's toes as though they were a cock.


She felt the orgasm coming and began moaning as it began its crescendo. As the


orgasm was reaching its peak, Barbara felt Cheryl's hand pulling hers 


away from


its task.




      "That's enough for now, Barbara. Now clean that hand off." Cheryl said.




      Barbara quickly put her hand into her mouth and greedily licked and


sucked the juices from them. She wanted to get them clean quickly so that she


would be allowed to continue her masturbation.




      "My, my, Barbara. That's disgusting. I thought you didn't like to do


disgusting things. Do you want to stop now, or do you want to continue doing


disgusting things?" Cheryl smugly asked.




      "Yes, Please, Mistress Cheryl. I'll do more disgusting things. Please.


I've got to cum." Barbara begged with desperation. Her mind was focused on her


orgasm, and her orgasm only.




      "Fine. Start licking your nipples. If I like the way you do it, I'll let


you do something else disgusting."




      Barbara's hands cupped her breasts and pushed them upwards. She bent her


neck as far forward as she could and stretched her tongue to its limit as she


began licking her own nipples. She frantically licked each nipple as 


she worked


her finger over the one not being tongued at the time. As she licked and


massaged her tits, her hips continued to push forward searching for


fulfillment.




      "Okay, Barbara. You do such disgustingly good work with your tongue. Now


let's see you work your fingers in your ass. You like playing with your ass,


don't you?"




      "Yes, Mistress Cheryl. I like it very much." Barbara quickly moved her


hands down to her ass and began working two fingers into the tight opening.




      "What do you think now, Barbara? Do you think this is so disgusting?"




      "No, Mistress Cheryl. I mean, yes. It's disgusting, but I like it."


Barbara answered. She knew it was disgusting but, at this moment, she 


wanted to


do it.




      Cheryl watched Barbara work her fingers in and out of her ass 


as fast and


as hard as the poor girl could. When it became obvious that she was once again


nearing climax, Cheryl decided to end it.




      "That's enough! I think I've made you do enough disgusting things today.


Put your hands behind your head."




      Barbara's eyes slammed shut as she shook her head from side to side. She


couldn't believe Cheryl had ordered her to stop now. She was so close.


Reluctantly she removed her fingers from deep inside her ass and clasped both


hands behind her head. When she opened her eyes, she saw Cheryl light another


cigarette and stare at her. Guilt was coming over her again. It seemed the


guilty feelings were occurring with greater frequency lately. She 


hated it. She


hated being forced to endure these degradations that made the guilt come back.


She laid there quietly, assessing herself, while Cheryl smoked her cigarette


and watched. Cheryl's glare made her even more uncomfortable and caused the


guilt to increase. Despite all the guilt and humiliation, Barbara still felt


her body craving an orgasm. She had come so close -- to close to stop now. She


blushed bright red as she looked at Cheryl staring at her crotch, but she was


also getting off on being watched. She had only one wish at the moment. She


wished Cheryl would let her continue masturbating.




      Cheryl crushed out the cigarette and stood up while she smoothed her


dress. She looked at the prone Barbara and placed the toe of her shoe against


the slave's vagina. This gesture drew an immediate response from 


Barbara as her


hips moved against the pointed shoe in a futile attempt to drive it into her.




      "I shall be moving in this Saturday." Cheryl finally broke her silence


and spoke in a very business like tone. "John will be helping me move 


my things


so it shouldn't take all that long. Just be ready for me Saturday night. Until


then, you are not to have sex with anyone -- including John. Do you


understand?"




      "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara replied. She was genuinely frustrated


and, at the same time, embarrassed.




      "See you then." Cheryl grabbed her purse and walked out the door leaving


Barbara lying on the floor, nude, with hands clasped behind her head.




      Barbara remained on the floor until she heard Cheryl's car 


start and pull


out of the driveway. She got herself up and looked out the window to confirm


that Cheryl had indeed left before she walked into the kitchen and opened the


refrigerator. She grabbed the Kielbasa she had bought to replace the 


one put to


other uses by Julie. She set the sausage on the cutting board and made one,


clean, cut. She picked up the two pieces of meat and carried them into her


bedroom.




                                ****************




      The rest of the week went by without incident. John would come home from


work, eat supper and retreat to the basement where he would continue with his


remodeling project until bed time. Barbara tended to her duties around the


house as normal. Normal meaning the physical aspects of day to day routine.


Mentally, she was anything but normal. She thought about her last visit from


Cheryl often. She couldn't believe that she had actually let her body take


control of her mind to the extent that she was begging to lick Cheryl's pussy


and ass. Each time the memory came to mind, she would visibly shake and start


to sob. Her current state of mind caused her to worry almost every waking


moment. She worried about what she had become and about her marriage to John.


The two of them had hardly spoken to each other since he told her about Cheryl


moving in. Since that time, she had strong doubts about his love and concern


for her. She dreaded to think of what would become of the marriage once Cheryl


was living with them.




      On Saturday morning, over the morning coffee, John had announced that he


was finished with the basement. He told Barbara that everything looked real


nice and that he would give her the "grand tour" when he had finished moving


Cheryl's belongings in. The announcement seemed to cheer Barbara up and add a


special glow to what was the beginning of a very dark day to her. She couldn't


wait to see the kids playroom and her laundry room. It would be so 


great not to


have the kid's toys lying all over the living quarters. She wanted to start


moving the toys and laundry supplies down immediately, but John told 


her no and


ordered her, to clean the spare room one more time before the furniture


arrived. Her disappointment was evident and she didn't have to tell him, but


she did anyway. She saw no reason to clean the room again. After all, she had


just spent an entire day cleaning and hanging brand new drapes in the 


room when


after he had finished repainting it less than a month ago. His reply shocked


her. In so many words he had said that he didn't give a damn about what she


thought. He wanted the room spotless and smelling like it had been freshly


cleaned when Cheryl arrived. Barbara didn't argue. She did not want to start


the day off on a bad foot as far as John was concerned.




      In between getting the kid's breakfast and breaking up their spats,


Barbara was able to get Cheryl's room finished just as she heard John pull the


U-haul truck into the drive. She walked into the kitchen and looked out the


window. John was swinging the truck doors open as Cheryl pulled her car into


the drive. She saw Cheryl stop and talk to John briefly before walking to the


back door. Barbara quickly turned on the coffee pot and pretended she was busy


straightening the kitchen as Cheryl entered the room.




      "Whew! I'm glad that's over." Cheryl exclaimed as she plopped 


down at the


kitchen table. "I sure am glad to get the hell out of that place and out of


Don's life. How are you doing, Barbara? Didja' miss me?"




      "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara answered as she carried the sugar and


creamer, along with three cups, over to the table.




      "Good! I'm glad to hear that, because I've got a big night 


planned for us


all tonight." Cheryl ran her hand up Barbara's dress as she set the 


tray on the


table. "But, like I said, as long as the kid's are up and around, it's just


plain 'Cheryl'." She put one finger into the leg of Barbara's panties and


snapped the elastic. "This, though, is a no-no at any time! From now on, you


will wear absolutely NO underclothing unless you have my express permission to


do so. I suggest you remove them right this minute. Are you wearing a bra,


too?"




      "No, I don't have a bra on. I rarely wear one when I'm just cleaning


around the house." Barbara said as she slid the panties off her legs 


and placed


them in Cheryl's open hand.




      "Good. I never did either. Bend down and open your mouth." 


Cheryl said as


she balled Barbara's panties in her hand. When Barbara bent down with 


her mouth


open, Cheryl inserted the panties into her mouth. "Keep them there until the


kids come in, or I tell you to remove them."




      Barbara's eyes started to tear and she went to the coffee pot and filled


three cups with the dark brew. She was carrying them to the table when John


entered.




      "Oh! Thank God! Barb, you read my mine. I'm dying for a cup of coffee.


How have the kids been?" John sat at the table and waited for Barbara to bring


the coffee and answer him. When she set the coffee in front of him, he looked


up and saw the tears in her eyes. Barbara opened her mouth and he saw why she


had not answered. He stood up and pried the panties out of her mouth and threw


them down on the table in front of Cheryl.




      "Look, Cheryl, we agreed that this stuff would not take place while the


kids were around and could see." John was annoyed. "Let's not start this new


relationship off on a bad foot. Okay? I agreed to whatever you 


wanted, but I'll


not take even the remotest chance that my kids will notice something out of


place."




      Cheryl was surprised by John's outburst. She gathered Barbara's panties


into her hand and looked at Barbara.




      "You're right, John. I apologize. I must not have been thinking clearly


when I put them in her mouth where the kids might notice them." A smile came


over Cheryl's face. "Come here, Barbara, and spread your legs."




      Barbara walked over to Cheryl and spread her legs as Cheryl 


reached under


her dress and pushed the wadded material into her vagina. She looked over at


John and began to sob again.




      "That will do for now. Later, we'll put them back in your mouth." Cheryl


smugly looked Barbara in the eye and began to sip her coffee.




      The trio finished their coffees without much else being said. John was


the first to get up from the table and exclaimed "there was work to do" as he


left for the truck. Barbara and Cheryl walked out behind him and began giving


him a hand in loading the furniture onto the hand cart. When the last load had


been taken into the house and put in it's place, John closed the truck doors


and climbed into the driver's seat advising Cheryl to follow him to the truck


rental agency and drive him home. He then told Barbara to start supper and get


the kids cleaned up. Barbara nodded in the affirmative and walked 


back into the


house to begin dinner as John and Cheryl left. While preparing the meal,


Barbara thought about taking the panties out of pussy, but feared that,


somehow, Cheryl might notice that she had done so and inflict further


punishment. She left them in place and put up with the discomfort while she


went about her duties.




      Later that afternoon, after the dishes had been washed and put away and


the kids bathed and put to bed, Barbara informed Cheryl that she was going in


to take her shower and asked what she should wear.




      "I don't think clothing will be necessary tonight." Cheryl 


replied with a


sly grin..




      "I'm going to have to take these out to douche, you know." Barbara spat


out while pointing to her pussy.




      "Now let's get something straight right away." Cheryl angrily shot back.


"The kids are in bed and I am now 'Mistress Cheryl'. Got it?"




      "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara meekly answered. "What about my panties,


Mistress Cheryl?"




      "When you're all finished with everything else, call me. I'll 


come in and


take care of the panties. Until then, leave them right where they are!"




      "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara said with head bowed. "Mistress Cheryl,


may I ask a favor?"




      "What is it?"




      "Mistress Cheryl, John just got done remodeling the basement and I've


been dying to see it. Would you please let him show it to me?"




      "Oh, yes. I've heard about it. Of course, Barbara. When you're through


getting ready, we'll all go downstairs and have a look. I'm rather anxious to


see it myself." Cheryl turned to John and winked.




      Barbara went to the bathroom and began her shower. She carefully washed


her body and shampooed her hair then shaved her legs and pubic area. When


through, she dried herself off, brushed her teeth before blow drying her hair,


applied a basic amount of make-up and replaced the dog collar around her neck.


Satisfied that she could no longer put off the inevitable, she walked to the


living room and told Cheryl that she was ready to douche.




      "Let's all go see the basement first." Cheryl exclaimed.




      Barbara followed John down the stairs as Cheryl brought up the rear.


John's face was aglow with pride as he displayed the play room, pointing out


the built in toy boxes and color television with its own VCR. He described how


he had insulated the room to prevent the sound from spreading through 


the house


and how he chose the paint for the walls so that the kids could use their


crayons on them and the marks could be easily wiped clean. After the playroom,


he took equal pride in presenting his workshop, describing every detail,


without noticing the boredom on the women's face. Next, came the laundry room.


It was everything Barbara asked for and more. It was large and featured ample


space for the ironing board and iron with a clothes rack, for hanging clothes,


running the entire length of one wall. The best feature was the built in


laundry chute, which allowed Barbara to throw dirty clothes through a 


door in a


central location upstairs, and have them fall into a basket near the washer. A


small TV shelf was mounted on a shelf in the far corner. Barbara was beside


herself with glee and was oblivious of her nudity and situation. As she looked


around the room, she noticed another door on the wall to her right. She walked


up to it and attempted to turn the handle. It was locked.




      "Where does this go to? Back to the play room?" Barbara spun around and


asked John.




      "Uh, no. That's a separate room." John appeared ill at ease when asked


about the room. "We, Cheryl and I, decided that there should be another


room..."




      "Yes," Cheryl interrupted. "You see, we thought that it would be better


to have a room for us adults to use. You know, sort of a 'recreation room.' Do


you have the key, John?" She held out her hand toward John.




      "Yeah, I have it right here." John fumbled through his pockets and


retrieved a ring with several keys on it. He leafed through the set and picked


out the one for the door and handed it to Cheryl.




      Cheryl inserted the key into the lock and with a twist, opened the door.


She flipped a light switch on the wall and stepped aside.




      "After you, Barbara. After all, this room was really intended for your


use." Cheryl spread her arm out into the room.




      Barbara entered the room and immediately gasped out loud. Her hands flew


up to cover her nose and mouth and tears began to flow once more. "Oh, no. Oh,


no." were the only words she muttered as she looked around the room. It


resembled a medieval torture chamber equipped with devices similar to 


those she


saw at the leather goods shop. In the corner to her left was a small cabinet


atop of which sat a TV and video recording equipment. Along the same 


wall was a


large laundry basin and above it a shelf. On the shelf was an assortment of


enema bags and a douche bulb. The wall directly in front of her was left


uncovered and the cinder blocks were painted a dark gray. A number of large


hooks and eye bolts were anchored into the wall at various positions. On the


wall to her right hung belts, ropes, chains and the cat of nine tails she


remembered Cheryl purchasing. Also against that wall stood a small chest of


drawers. In the center of the room were two objects which were alien to


Barbara. One looked similar to a doctors examination table, complete with


stirrups. The other object appeared to be hand made and resembled a 


carpenter's


saw horse. It had a slightly wider board across the top which was padded and


covered with leather. One end was shorter that the other, as though the horse


were kneeling.. Near the bottom of each leg were eye bolts. Barbara 


looked up at


the ceiling and saw that large wood beams ran across it. From several of the


beams hung chains and pulleys. She dropped her head and moved her hands upward


to cover her eyes as she cried.




      "This room, Barbara, was originally designed as a punishment room for


those occasions when you require discipline." Cheryl said as she walked to the


center of the room and faced her slave. "We put a lot of thought into 


designing


it because we believed it would be in frequent use. The entire room is sound


proof so that your cries will not be heard by anyone who may be in 


another part


of the house. To your right, next to the light switch, is a intercom 


from which


we can monitor what is going on upstairs. You know, the kids, or the doorbell,


etc. We were so thrilled with the way it came out that we decided to add the


video equipment and utilize it to record your punishments and 


humiliations. How


much time you spend in this room depends almost entirely on you. There may be


times that we will utilize the room for recording or other things that aren't


connected with punishment, but, for the most part, you should fear this room


and what it represents."




      Barbara did not have to hear those last words to know that this is one


room she did not ever want to see again. It was the only room that 


retained the


hard concrete floor and the cool dampness that went along with it. 


She shivered


as the dampness on her bare feet caused a chill to run through her 


body and she


thought about the things that might take place here.




      "I guess now would be a good time to take care of those panties and,


perhaps, christen the room, Barbara." Cheryl stood with her arms folded across


her chest and looked at Barbara. The sight of the woman standing there, nude,


quivering, sobbing, in utter despair over her situation, gave Cheryl a rush.


The power she held over this beautiful, young, woman caused her to experience


an exhilaration like none she had never known. The mere thought of having a


cowering slave ready to lick her feet, or anything else, on command, 


created an


immediate flow of juices to soak her pussy.




      Barbara looked at Cheryl, then John with a surprised, hollow, gaze. She


had done nothing wrong. She did nothing that would call for her 


punishment. She


was about to say so, but thought that might give them reason to escalate their


plans for her in this room. Instead, she looked back at Cheryl and spread her


legs wide.




      "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."




      "Well? What are you waiting for? Get them out of your pussy!" Cheryl


demanded.




      Barbara reached down and inserted her thumb and forefinger into 


her pussy


and grabbed the edge of the panties. She was surprised at how wet they had


become and how easily they slid out of her. She held them out towards Cheryl,


gripping them with the same two fingers she used to retrieve them from within


her.




      "What are you handing them to me for? I don't want those smelly things.


Don't you remember where they were supposed to go?" Cheryl smirked as she


glanced over at John, then thought of something and held up her hand in a


halting gesture. "Oh, wait! Dammit, John. We should have this on video tape.


Let's start over. John set up the equipment and Barbara, put them back in your


pussy."




      John hurried over to the recording equipment and began to set everything


up as Barbara began inserting the panties back into her vagina. She used her


index finger to gingerly poke the wet, slimy material back from where she had


just pulled them. She turned to face the video camera, and John, as Cheryl


ordered and waited for the command to restart her "performance."




      "Ok, Barbara, let's run through this." Cheryl began. "When I say


'Action!', what are you going to do?"




      "I'm going to pull the panties out of my pussy, Mistress 


Cheryl." Barbara


shakily replied.




      "Yes, yes. And then what?"




      Barbara was befuddled. She had no idea what she was to do next.




      "I... I don't know what next, Mistress Cheryl"




      "Don't you remember where I put them first, before I stuck them in your


pussy? Don't you remember my telling you that they would be put back there


later? Now, where are you going to put them after you pull them out from your


cunt?"




      "My... my... mouth?, I should put them in my mouth, Mistress Cheryl?"




      "See? You do remember. It's amazing how well your memory functions when


punishment looms ahead. Are we ready yet, John?"




      John nodded affirmatively. Barbara was momentarily blinded when John


turned on the camera's bright lights. She stood there in the lights' heat and


waited for Cheryl's signal. At the command, she reached back into her 


pussy and


retrieved her panties again. She held them up to the camera at Cheryl's


prompting and watched as John worked the zoom in and out. She was humiliated


beyond belief when she saw the lens pan over and zoom in on her face. 


A prod on


her ass from Cheryl and Barbara opened her mouth and brought the stinking, wet


panties closer. She smelled her juices mingled with the sweat accumulated


through a day's worth of housework. Her stomach wrenched and began to feel


queasy as the first fringe entered her mouth and touched her tongue. Cheryl


whispered asides to Barbara, telling her to face the camera, stuff them


entirely into her mouth, smile, etc., etc. When Barbara closed her mouth,


making the panties disappear from the camera's view, the camera 


stopped rolling


and Cheryl applauded. The hot lights, however, stayed lit.




      "Now we can finish cleaning you up. Douche time, Barbara, then enema


time. Isn't this fun, Barbara?"




      Barbara's attempted reply came out as an unintelligible muffle which


caused Cheryl and John to laugh almost hysterically. Cheryl took Barbara's arm


and led her over to the sink while John started the camera rolling again and


followed the women. Barbara, tears streaming down her cheeks, was forced to


face the camera and smile, allowing just a wisp of the panties to 


protrude from


between her teeth, as Cheryl readied the douche and enema. Her eyes widened


when Cheryl held up the enema nozzle in front of them and applied a thin


coating of KY Jelly.




      Cheryl ordered Barbara to turn around and bend over, keeping her legs


spread wide. Barbara complied. Cheryl then ordered her to reach around and


spread her cheeks "real wide for the camera." Embarrassed, humiliated and


sobbing, Barbara again complied. She felt the nozzle enter her ass and the


accompanying flow of water begin to fill her. Within seconds, she felt the


large douche tip slide easily into her sopping wet vagina. The liquid shot up


to her cervix and rushed back down, creating a trickling stream of vinegar and


water to flow down her legs and form a puddle around both of her bare 


feet. She


felt Cheryl squeeze her labia around the nozzle in a vain attempt to stem the


flow.




      Barbara was at the point where she found it almost impossible 


to hold any


more of the enema inside her.. She felt it begin to leak out her rectum and


dribble down across her vagina where it mixed with the douche 


escaping her cunt


and flowed to the floor. Suddenly, she felt Cheryl's hand on the enema nozzle


and breathed a slight sigh of relief. Cheryl ordered her to use one hand to


squeeze her pussy shut as she removed the douche nozzle. Barbara took one hand


from her buttocks and squeezed her pussy as tightly as she could as Cheryl


slowly removed the nozzle from it. Cheryl then pushed a butt plug, the large,


penis shaped one purchased at the adult novelty store, into Barbara's other


hand and told her to get ready to insert it as soon as the enema nozzle was


removed. It was all Barbara could do to get the butt plug into her ass as


quickly as necessary to stop the water from gushing out. Still bent over, ass


to the whirring camera, one hand squeezing her vagina while the other held the


butt plug in place, Barbara wept profusely.




       Barbara stood and faced the camera as directed to by Cheryl. Her crying


had made it necessary for her to breathe through her mouth which, in turn, had


allowed the wad of panties to protrude. She found it impossible to smile for


the camera as Cheryl again ordered and managed only a sympathetic, 


tear filled,


smile. The image of her standing there, in that predicament, caused John and


Cheryl to break out in laughter once more. As soon as Cheryl allowed her to,


Barbara made a quick dash to the bathroom to get rid of the liquids 


that filled


her. She heard the continued laughter while she ran and Barbara wanted to die.




      Cheryl was standing next to the saw horse contraption when Barbara


returned. In her hands, Cheryl held what appeared to be several leather dog


collars similar to the one around Barbara's neck. The only difference 


being the


ones in Cheryl's hands were wider and shorter than the one Barbara wore.


Barbara soon learned that these "collars" were, in actuality, wrist and ankle


cuffs. As Cheryl strapped them on her arms and legs, Barbara noticed that each


cuff sported its own snap clasp which dangled freely. When completed with her


task, Cheryl stepped back and pondered her handiwork.




      "Well I think they really look good on you Barbara. They go so well with


your collar and seem to put the finishing touches on you. In fact, I like them


so much I'm going to insist you wear them every evening when you present


yourself. It might save us a lot of time." Cheryl reached forward and freed a


clasp which had gotten snagged on one of the studs adorning a wrist cuff. She


placed her hand under Barbara's chin and raised her down- cast eyes up to meet


hers. She stared deeply into them as Barbara did to hers.




      "John tells me he always fantasized about fucking you in the ass,


Barbara." Cheryl spoke in low, gentle tones. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?


You'd love to feel John's big cock stretching your asshole, huh?




      Barbara, unable to speak through the panties, nodded her head 


up and down


as tears began flowing again.




      "Yes, I thought so. You, being the slut you are, would certainly enjoy


anything being shoved up your ass. Well, take those panties out of your mouth


and crawl over to him and get him ready. Take his pants off and start sucking


him until he's good and hard."




      Barbara dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to John. As soon


as she undid his belt and began to unzip his fly, she noticed that John needed


no further attention to get ready. His cock had swollen to its limit 


and pushed


its way through the opening in his boxer shorts when she pulled his 


pants down.


She hooked her finger into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down


to his pants, already at his ankles. John stepped out of both and stood before


her. She gently cradled his testicles with one hand and used the other hand to


begin feeding his cock over her flicking tongue and into her mouth. She sucked


his cock deep into her mouth, until she felt the tip banging against the back


of her neck. Her head bobbed and her hand feverishly massaged his balls. She


felt John's hands on the back of her head as he held her firmly while 


thrusting


his hips forward in an attempt to drive his hard cock deeper and deeper into


her. In what seemed like only a few moments after she had begun sucking,


Barbara felt Cheryl hands pulling her backwards.




      "Whoa. I said 'get him ready', not 'get him off'." Cheryl exclaimed as


she pulled Barbara away from John's cock and lifted her to her feet. 


"Let's see


how this table works now, shall we?"




      Cheryl pulled Barbara over to the sawhorse and made her straddle it at


its high end then lie down on her stomach across the narrow beam 


connecting the


two sets of legs. When Barbara was in position, Cheryl bent down and fastened


the snaps on the wrist and ankle cuffs to the eye bolts screwed into the


table's legs. In this position, Barbara's head was barely 18 inches off the


floor, about knee high, while her rump jutted upwards offering anyone behind


her a perfect view of her rear end and vagina. Cheryl stepped back to survey


the scene and decided the bench needed repositioning. She bent back down and


began turning a small crank handle connected to a worm gear that ran 


the length


of the table. As she cranked, the table's legs spread wider apart causing the


entire unit to move lower and the victim's arms and legs to spread wider and


wider. When she noticed Barbara begin to wince in pain from the spreading of


her legs, Cheryl stopped cranking and stepped back again for another 


look. This


time Barbara's head was almost touching the floor while her legs were 


spread so


wide that they had actually begun to pull her labia and anus open.




      "Perfect!" Cheryl announced. She walked behind the outspread Barbara and


slowly pulled out the butt plug still firmly in place. "She's all 


yours, John."




      John moved in behind Barbara and pointed the end of his dick at the


puckered hole before him. Cheryl, in the meantime, moved over to the video


camera and pressed the buttons that caused it to hum once more.




      "Wait a minute!" Cheryl interrupted. "Damn! I'm so excited I'm 


forgetting


everything tonight." She went over to the cabinet behind Cheryl and took out


the large black vibrator. As she began to insert it into Barbara's dripping


vagina, she turned the switch on the bottom and the vibrator started humming


and vibrating intensely. The vibrating startled Barbara and she 


lurched forward


uncontrollably.




      "OK! Now you're ready, John" Cheryl said, as though the fact needed a


final, firm statement to assure its accuracy.




       Barbara felt the tip of John's cock against her anus again. This time


there was no interruption, no pause, no sudden withdrawal, no orders or


vocalizing. Just the pressure and the pain as the huge tool slowly inched its


way past the tight opening. Once the tip had made it way past the 


rim, the rest


of the cock followed easily. She felt its length deep within her belly. She


felt it pressing against the vibrator nested in her vagina. As John began


pumping his hips and working the cock in and out of Barbara's ass. 


the vibrator


would press against her clitoris, shooting unholy sensations through her body.


Although totally embarrassed, humiliated and downfallen, Barbara felt the


beginning of an orgasm to build within her. She could not fight it. She


couldn't tell it that it wasn't right to happen now, under these 


circumstances.


She couldn't focus her mind on the disgusting objects around her or the


smiling, leering Cheryl watching the goings on with sinister joy. She had no


control over her own body at these times. She felt her hips beginning to move


back and forth in syncopation with John's. The vibrations emanating from the


object thrust into her pussy seemed to intensify as John's thrusts became


faster and harder. Her hands gripped the legs of the table and her fingernails


dug into the hard wood as her swooning began. Soon, very soon, 


Barbara knew her


entire body would be overcome by the dizzying, tingling, ultimate 


high known as


orgasm. Her ears began ringing so loudly she couldn't hear her own words.




      "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck it harder!"




      Barbara's screams caught Cheryl by surprise. She had never heard, nor


seen, Barbara so uninhibited and so wild. She double checked the camera's view


finder to make sure that the entire scene was being captured by the lens. She


would enjoy playing this segment back for Barbara to watch over and 


over again.


She watched John give one final, hard lunge forward and knew that he had come.


At almost the same instant, Barbara began twitching and shaking violently and


Cheryl knew that she, too, had reached Heaven's gate. Cheryl felt a warm


rubbing sensation on her own pussy and looked down to see her own hand


massaging it through her dress. She stopped abruptly and stood, motionless,


watching the husband and wife come back down to Earth.




      When it was over, John stumbled back to his clothing and tugged his


shorts and pants back over his hips and limp penis. He was gasping for air and


unable to speak as he looked at, or rather through, Cheryl.




      Cheryl strode across the room towards Barbara. After staring at 


the semen


dripping out of her captive's ass and running down to the vagina, Cheryl


grabbed the vibrator, switched it off and pulled it out. She gently tossed it


onto the table and returned to unsnap Barbara's cuffs from the table's legs.


When finished, she walked to the sink and leaned against its coolness with her


legs spread wide and her eyes still on Barbara.




      "Now that you two have had your fun, it's my turn." She looked directly


at Barbara's drooped head and paused waiting, but not really expecting, a


response. "Crawl over here, Barbara and start licking my pussy and ass. I want


you to lick them like you've never licked them before. I want to have the


biggest fucking orgasm in my fucking life!"




      Barbara rolled off the sawhorse and crawled over to Cheryl. Now that her


orgasm was over and her body satisfied, the guilt was taking control. 


She never


looked up at their faces, but knew that Cheryl was smiling and John eagerly


watching, as she pushed her head under Cheryl's dress and began to lick her


vagina. She felt Cheryl unbutton the front of her dress and let it fall open,


exposing her body, and Barbara's face, to the camera's lens. Barbara reached


around Cheryl's hips and began to work her fingers towards her ass. She


playfully ran the tips of her fingernails over and around the rim before


shoving one into the tight hole as she shoved her tongue deep into her vagina.


She felt Cheryl push against her mouth, then finger in a slow, methodical


rhythm. When Cheryl's hand began pushing her head tighter against the sweet


twat, Barbara realized that Cheryl's orgasm was not far off. She worked her


tongue faster and let it emerge from her pussy only long enough to trace the


edge of the opening occupied by her probing finger. She wanted this over


quickly. She wanted this to end now. She knew from experience that 


the only way


to end this night would be to provide Cheryl with what she demanded -- one big


fucking orgasm. As she was thinking it, it happened. Cheryl's juices 


filled her


mouth and her bucking hips made it difficult for Barbara to continue licking.


She moved her head away slightly and withdrew her finger from Cheryl's ass and


let it drag across her cunt and over the clitoris as Cheryl quivered.




      "That was great!" Cheryl's praise pleased Barbara. It would mean the


night was drawing to a close. Cheryl buttoned her dress and signaled John to


stop the recorder.




      "Well, I'm ready for a good night's sleep. How about you, John?"




      "You bet. It's been a long, hard day capped off with the greatest fuck


I've ever had." John put the video equipment away and handed the tape to


Cheryl.




      "It is now 11:45. I want you to stay down her until 1 a.m., Barbara. At


1, and not before, you may come upstairs. While you're here, feel free to look


around at the many instruments of pain and pleasure we have purchased for you.


You should look and remember what you see. You should pray that we never have


occasion to use these toys. It will serve to remind you of what lies in store


should you dare to disobey or show disrespect." Cheryl walked to the door and


stood aside as John exited, then turned back to Barbara. "When you leave, lock


the door then report to my bedroom. Waken me by licking my asshole. Lick as


long as it takes to wake me." Cheryl walked out of the room and shut the door


behind her.




      At first Barbara refused to look around the room. She did not 


want to see


these obscene instruments of torture and lust. As the clock slowly ticked off


the minutes as though they were hours, curiosity got the best of her. 


She began


looking and feeling everything in the room. The whips, the chains, the nipple


clamps and weights, the dildos and vibrators, the leather harnesses, the gags,


the blindfolds. Each one caused her to shiver from fright. She vowed never to


do anything which one necessitate their use.




      When the clock reached 1, Barbara shut off the light and locked the door


behind her. She ascended the basement stairs and walked directly to Cheryl's


room. She saw Cheryl lying on her stomach across the bed. She was 


totally naked


and had her legs spread. Barbara quietly tiptoed over and placed her tongue on


Cheryl's asshole. She began licking.




                                ****************




      Barbara had gotten the kids of to Sunday School and John off fishing


without incident and was just finishing putting the clean breakfast 


dishes away


when Cheryl walked into the kitchen. Obviously just out of bed, Cheryl wore


only a robe and slippers. Her hair was in disarray and her face bore the look


of someone not quite alert yet.




      "Any coffee left?" She asked Barbara as she lit a cigarette and searched


for an ash tray.




      "I think there's enough left for each of us." Barbara reached into the


cupboard and pulled out two mugs which she filled with the remains of the


morning's coffee. She grabbed the cups with one hand, an ash tray with the


other, and carried them to the table. She plopped down in her usual chair and


passed the coffee and ash tray to Cheryl. Both woman stared into the cups


between sips and did not speak to each other.




      Barbara got up from the table and cleared the emptied cups while Cheryl


reached for another cigarette.




      "So what's on the agenda for today?" Cheryl asked.




      "Nothing unusual." Barbara replied. "Just straighten up around the house


and do some laundry. You know, the usual housewifely duties."




      "How'd you sleep last night?" Cheryl smiled as she asked Barbara the


question.




      Barbara cringed. She remembered licking Cheryl's ass for what 


seemed like


hours. She swore that Cheryl was awake and pretending to be asleep 


just to keep


her licking. She remembered Cheryl finally mumbling about how good it felt and


to keep it up. She did just that until she could no longer stay awake and


closed her eyes. When she awoke this morning, her face was still between


Cheryl's legs. She remembered the feelings of disgust and despair 


that she felt


when she jumped up and hurried into the bath room to wash up and brush her


teeth in preparation to rousing her family for the new day.




      "Fine, thanks. It wasn't quite enough, though. I'm still dragging."


Barbara wanted to sound polite and cordial without giving Cheryl the


satisfaction of hearing her complain or whine about last night.




      "I slept GREAT!" Cheryl said. "You know, Barbara, you have the softest,


most talented, tongue imaginable." She couldn't resist the little reminder of


Barbara's services. She waited for some kind of acknowledgment and 


was a little


annoyed when Barbara just continued to straighten up to counter 


without so much


as a pause.




      "You know, Barbara, I think you'd be much more comfortable doing your


housework in the nude."




      No. Don't tell me it's going to start so soon. Not this early. Barbara


reached down, untied the belt and removed her robe. Without speaking a word,


she continued with her chores completely nude except for the dog collar, her


constant reminder. She wiped, dusted, picked up, and moved things about while


being totally aware of Cheryl's presence and watchful glare.




      "I'll be going out to dinner tonight." Cheryl announced. "So 


don't bother


setting a place for me. I've got a date! I'm so excited. My first 


date since my


break-up. Remember to wait up for me -- nude and ready, of course."




      "Good for you. I'm glad. Yes, I'll wait up for you." Barbara went about


her duties elated that she would have the entire evening with the kids and


John. She hoped Cheryl's date would be the start of a lasting relationship and


that Cheryl would eventually remarry and forget all about this current


arrangement. She thought about the prospects of that happening each time she


paused from her housework. Her spirits were lifted and the day seemed somewhat


better now. The rest of the day flew by. It was one of the happiest days


Barbara had in quite some time.




      Later that night, after everyone had gone to bed, Barbara sat on the


couch and enjoyed the serenity of the empty living room. The TV was on but the


volume was turned down to an almost inaudible level. No sound was needed.


Barbara had seen this rerun a zillion times. She was just happy to relax and


stretch out without be ordered to do this or do that. She realized that this


peace would end as soon as Cheryl returned home, but for now she was content,


just lying around.




      Barbara glanced up at the clock as she heard the car pull into 


the drive.


It was 12:28 on the nose. She listened as she heard one car door 


slam, and then


another slam. That couldn't be. Surely Cheryl wasn't bringing her date here.


Panic struck. Should she remain nude as ordered? Or should she throw on her


robe to greet the guest? She froze in a sitting position on the couch as the


front door opened and Cheryl peeked in.




      "Oh, good. You did wait up." Cheryl's giggle and stumbling gate revealed


her use of a bit to much alcohol that evening. "Barbara, I'd like you to meet


Ronald."




      Barbara stood up and nodded her head as the handsome stranger walked


through the room. He was a very tall man with wavy black hair and rugged good


looks. The kind of man you'd expect to see in some action movie or Marlboro


commercial. He looked at Barbara and his eyes opened to twice their normal


size.




      "Ronald, this is Barbara, the girl I was telling you about. You 


remember,


the one with the many talents?" Cheryl couldn't help but giggle at the end of


each sentence.




      "Hi, Barbara. Glad to meet you. Cheryl's been telling me about you all


evening long."




      I'll bet she has. Barbara though to herself. Her face reddened when she


remembered her nudity and she squeezed her legs together a little tighter.




      "Yes, I can imagine. It's nice meeting you, Ronald." Barbara politely


replied.




      "Now, now. Don't disappoint me, Barbara." Cheryl shook her finger at


Barbara as she closed the double doors leading to the rest of the house. "It's


'Master Ronald'."




      "Yes, I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl. It's nice meeting you, Master Ronald."


Barbara dropped her head and waited for the next command. She hoped, prayed,


that she would not be led to the basement room.




      Cheryl grabbed Ronald's hand and led him to the couch where 


they both sat


down.




      "Assume the position, Barbara." Cheryl barked and then giggled 


as Barbara


snapped to the position. "Ronald and I had a really good time 


tonight. The only


problem is that we're both a little horny and I suggested we come here where I


was sure you could take care of our little problem. You will do that for us,


won't you, Barbara?"




      "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." She answered. She was much to humiliated to face


either of them and opted for a spot on the wall behind the sofa above their


heads.




      "Good!