Naughty Pussies

Naughty Pussies

by slavegirl

Chapter Four

The Ties That Bind

       When the guys were out of site Daphne grabbed Dawn and Candi by their wrists. “Let’s try the new equipment.” The three scurried up the walkway closely, followed by Yvette, Peaches, Amber and Samantha.

       In the attic Daphne strapped Dawn into the harness. Dawn’s breasts stood proudly on display. After attaching cuffs to Dawn’s wrists, Daphne stretched her up to an eyebolt. A rope through the crotch strap and up to the eyebolt forced Dawn’s breasts to protrude more. Daphne had always known she was different from her twin sister Dawn. The fact that Dawn was submissive while Daphne was dominant made Daphne want to torment Dawn even more in an effort to turn her on.

Daphne dangled a set of nipple clamps connected with a fine chain in front of Dawn.  “Ready?”

       “Yes, Mistress.”

       Daphne caressed Dawn’s nipples to make them even harder and more erect before placing the clamps on them. Just as Dawn started to whimper Daphne placed the chain in Dawn’s mouth. The power. The control. Her dominant nature spurred Daphne to knot a rope around Dawn’s ponytail, attach the lose end to the center strap of the harness and draw Dawn’s head back so that both nipples were pulled taught in the clamps. Satisfied Dawn would stay out of trouble Daphne took Candi, who had been watching the entire procedure with wide eyes, bent Candi at the waist and proceeded to spank Candi’s readily available butt. Starting lightly, Daphne’s swats increased both in intensity and rapidity until Candi’s cheeks were on fire.

What excited Daphne most about spanking Candi was that Dawn could hear each hit, but with her head tied back so she was only able to see the ceiling, Dawn couldn’t be sure of what was actually happening. With her body under strict tension, Dawn’s mind quickly returned to the crotch strap tightly holding her clit prisoner, and the now excruciating tension on her nipples. What a dilemma; she was the one pulling on the nipple clamps and she wouldn’t dare release the chain. The repercussions could be much more severe than what was currently happening to her body.

Yvette paused for a moment during Amber’s whipping to see what was happening to Dawn. For a woman new to B&D, Yvette found Daphne to be very innovative. Samantha was in the process of hogtying Peaches. Yvette motioned for Samantha to look in Dawn’s direction.

“How many more sets of nipple clamps do we have?” Samantha asked.

Yvette instantly understood. “Three,” she said.

Samantha gathered all of the available rope. She untied Peaches, placed cuffs on her wrists and led her to an eyebolt. Yvette repeated the procedure with Amber. Daphne gave both Yvette and Samantha a knowing look before cuffing Candi. Together each dominant attached the cuffs of their submissive to overhead eyebolts. To duplicate Dawn’s harness, Yvette and Samantha used hanks of black rope.

Even though Dawn was in pain and tied to the eyebolt in the ceiling, she was able to turn around on command. From time to time either Yvette, Samantha or Daphne would have Dawn turn this way or that so they could better see how to duplicate the leather harness pattern now being replicated in rope on Candi, Peaches, and Amber.

More than once both Yvette and Samantha allowed themselves to fulfill their personal desire to sustain the redness of Candi’s ass. Daphne looked on proudly at what she had started. Her nipples were hard and her clit tingled. She assumed Yvette and Samantha were experiencing the same internal erotic surge brought on by their use of power.

Yvette was the first to finish the rope harness on Amber. In the time she took to assemble the nipple clamps, the other rope harnesses were finished. Yvette laid a set of clamps at the feet of each submissive. Working with precision, Yvette, Samantha and Daphne attached Amber, Peaches and Candi to overhead eyebolts. Fear filled the eyes of each submissive.

Using Candi as a model, Daphne showed how to duplicate Dawn’s position. In no time, four restricted females presented mirror images of each other. Being strung up the longest, Dawn’s body started to quiver. She knew she didn’t dare start to tremble, for the pain would be too intense. Dawn started to breathe slowly in an effort to calm down. She regained control. Dawn knew this because a rush of pleasure pulsed from her clit to her nipples and back to her clit in what became a never-ending cycle, building closer and closer to the orgasm that Dawn did and didn’t want. She knew that tied in this position and with the nipple clamps in place she would shudder and shake into the most painful climax she had ever experienced.

Daphne, Yvette and Samantha stood back to admire their handy work.

“Ahhh, a lineup of naughty pussies,” Samantha proclaimed.

“This has been a lot of work,” Yvette said. “Let’s retire downstairs for something to drink.”

Amber’s neck and shoulders ached. She’d never been pulled so strenuously before in her life. Still, to be included in the lineup made Amber tingle with pride. To Amber, being a member of the house meant that she would do whatever was asked of her.

Yvette swatted Candi’s butt one more time before descending the stairs. Candi smiled to herself. “Before I came to this house I had no future. Now I’m excited to get up in the morning. A night in the stocks doesn’t bother me.” Candi heard Peaches crying. “What a wimp.”

Samantha was the first to return to the attic. She walked slowly up and down the row of dangling submissives, inspecting their ropes. Their bodies quivered from the tension. “It’ll be nice to get the leather harnesses. Rope just isn’t the same,” she said.

“While I hate to let them down, they won’t be any good in their jobs tomorrow if we don’t,” Daphne said.

“Work’s a bitch,” Yvette shouted before releasing Amber who collapsed on the floor. As the others were let go they joined Amber.

Since their fun had been cut short, the dominates looked for alternate entertainment. The decision was made to lock all the submissives in their stocks for the night.

At mid week a registered letter awaited Daphne when she arrived at the house after work. All was silent while Daphne read the message. “Well,” she said, “Old Man Tomo died. The house is officially for sale. We are invited to make an offer if we want to continue living here.”

Candi gasped. “What are we going to do?”

“The price they’re asking is well within our range,” Daphne said. “We have ten days to submit an offer.”

“Where’s the money going to come from?” Peaches asked.

Daphne glared at Peaches. “Shut up and do as you’re told. I’ll handle the details.”

Samantha smiled. “We’ll await your report.”

Friday night Daphne called a house meeting. “Apparently Old Man Tomo put in his will that we be granted first right of refusal for this house. Subject to an inspection, we’ll be homeowners.”

Yvette paced the floor. “This is unreal. Those in favor raise your hand.”

Samantha looked around the group. Seven hands flew into the air. “At least that’s settled. Fill us in on the financial side, Daphne.”

“An inspection will take place tomorrow morning. Barring any unforeseen problems we can close escrow in thirty days.”

Everyone was busy performing her chores when the inspector arrived. “Visitor in the house,” Samantha called.

Yvette and Daphne had gone ahead to store the equipment in the attic and basement. The four naked girls kept out of sight. Samantha made herself available to answer questions. Methodically the inspector scrutinized all areas of the house. After two hours no problems could be found.

“Someone’s been taking exceptional care of this place,” the inspector commented.

“We have,” Samantha said curtly.

“At any rate, you’ve got a sturdy Victorian.”

The nude girls peeked out at the inspector from upstairs. He couldn’t see them but they watched as he loaded his truck and drove away.

Daphne summoned everyone to the dining room. “Samantha made nice with the inspector so we now know the house has no defects. What should we do to celebrate?”

All eyes turned to Yvette. “Well, The Locker Room holds a party the second Saturday of the month. That’s tonight. Why don’t we go?”

Much had happened since their last visit to The Locker Room. All agreed exposure to a different environment from the house would do them all good.

”Wait a minute,” Samantha said. She hurried away but returned quickly. “I picked these polished stainless steel rings up at the yacht hardware store to place at the end of each submissive’s braids. There’s such an array of equipment to attach them to at The Locker Room, let’s braid the rings onto each of the subs for tonight.”

“Good idea.” Daphne stood behind Dawn braiding her hair. Yvette started separating Amber’s ponytail into three strands. Samantha released Candi’s ponytail to begin plaiting. Peaches backed a chair up to Dawn who wove the long red hair tight.

“From this day on all subs will wear braids, all Doms ponytails,” Yvette suggested.

Daphne pulled on the ring woven into Dawn’s braid. “No question who’s submissive, is there?”

“No Mistress,” Dawn said.

Just inside the entrance of The Locker Room each submissive removed her clothes leaving only pink collars and high heels for their attire. Mistress Key greeted the group warmly. She noticed the rings then pointed to a row of hooks on the wall behind her chair. “I’ll give you half off the entry fee if you’ll leave these lovely ladies on display and attached to my wall for the next half hour.”

Yvette and Daphne quickly placed the rings over four different hooks. Due to the height of the hooks each braid was pulled tight stretching the girl’s necks to full capacity. Samantha watched, pleased her idea had received such immediate approval. Mistress Key picked up a wooden paddle from her glass top desk and proceeded to lay into Candi then Peaches. “You go on and decide what you want to do tonight. I’ve got things under control here.”

The acceptance delighted Yvette.  She led the way to the main room. Samantha and Daphne congratulated each other on developing sought after submissives.

As guests arrived for the party they admired the wall behind Mistress Key by pinching nipples and swatting butts. “Your idea to add rings to braids is excellent,” a Dom dressed in purple latex said.

“Wasn’t my idea. The group that Yvette connected with brought them. I’m just displaying these lovelies for all to see.”

A Dom, wearing a black leather dress, eyed the wall of submissives. The leather dress was soft, sensuous and impressive with a slit going up the front of one leg all the way to her waist. She pulled her breasts out of her black bra to display pierced nipples. “You need several more sets of rings.”

Dawn lusted to caress the luscious breasts. Peaches wondered how to go about getting pierced. Candi made a mental note to order thigh-high boots for Yvette, Daphne and Samantha. Amber’s breath caught in her throat as she watched Yvette, Daphne and Samantha observe what was happening.

“Who owns this group?” The Dom in black asked.

“The three women over there,” Mistress Key said.

When the Dom turned, Yvette recognized her from previous parties. Mistress Key raised her hand. “Ladies, I’d like you to meet Mistress Rose, sole proprietor of Rose’s Full Service Beauty Salon.”

“My compliments,” Rose said. “Your subs could use more rings and I’m just the person to provide them.”

“Rose does all manner of piercings. She’s going to be adding rings to two nipples and a clit tonight.”

Samantha brightened. “We just saw a sub with her nipple rings padlocked to screw eyes on the wall.”

Mistress Key released the four subs. “Thanks for letting me have them as eye candy.”

“Come on,” Rose said. “Let me show you some piercings you might be interested in.”

In the main room everyone hugged Mistress Rose as she passed. At a cross she stopped. “You’ll note that the nipple rings here are tied off to the cross as well as the clit ring. No other bondage is necessary to keep this beauty securely in place.”

Daphne instinctively knew Dawn would absolutely love to have each of those attachment points permanently installed on her body.

A Dom dressed in white leather led a sub by a leash attached to a nose ring. “Mistress Rose this latest addition is as versatile as you said.”

Samantha saw endless possibilities for nose rings on each submissive.

Mistress Key’s voice sounded over the intercom. “Please assemble at the cage for a piercing in five minutes.”

Mistress Rose started off toward the cage.

“You girls ready to get pierced?” Daphne asked.

“Yes, Mistress.” They bowed their heads and said in unison.

At the cage a crowd had already formed. Mistress Rose shackled a voluptuous blonde to the bars. A woman with short-cropped black hair went down on all fours to provide a table for Mistress Rose to set her black bag on. The blonde’s nipples stood erect but Mistress Rose pinched them to make them harder before punching a needle through each one followed by a ring. The crowd clapped approval when Mistress Rose lifted the breasts in order to better display the newly ringed nipples.

A skinny girl was being laid out on a massage table, her arms and legs tied off to prevent squirming. Mistress Rose probed for the clit; applied alcohol then quickly put a needle through the pink piece of flesh. A shriek bounced off the walls. Dawn desperately wanted to ask to have her clit pierced also but knew Daphne would punish her for taking that initiative. Reluctantly, she kept quiet. Calmly Mistress Rose inserted a barbell. “Feel free to take a look,” she said.

“Are you serious about getting the girls pierced?” Yvette asked Daphne.

“Yes. They could be in bondage even when they are away from the house. Dawn would love a ring on her clit, too.”

Mistress Rose walked up and overheard the discussion. “The table’s available. Get Dawn over here then put ‘em all back up on the hooks in the entry. I can do the nipples of all four tonight.”

After the skinny girl wiped the table down with alcohol, Dawn laid out on her back. Daphne secured her arms and legs. Anticipating what would come, Dawn’s clit stood erect.

Daphne was enchanted with Dawn’s arousal to the up coming piercing. To keep Dawn at the peek of her erotic anxiety, Daphne decided to prolong her wait. There was also an additional refinement that Daphne wanted to follow up on before the piercing actually took place.

Drawing Rose aside, Daphne inquired, “I’ve seen some piercings with really thick heavy gauge rings. Do you have thicker rings with you that you could mount on Dawn, tonight?”

“Yes, of course, but the holes larger needles make will be more painful to start with and take noticeably longer to heal.”

“How much longer?”

“At least two or three times as long, but many feel the end result is more than worth the effort. There is always the alternative that most people choose, which is starting with a thinner ring and gradually stretching the hole as you move up in sizes after the piercing has completely healed.”

“No, Dawn will want the thicker and heavier rings. I know she’s secretly been lusting after them since first seeing them used as bondage attachment points. Put in the heaviest gauge you have; make her happy.”

“No problem. I’ll put the rings in good and deep, so there won’t be any worry about the body jewelry being too delicate for extended bondage use. I have a wide variety with me tonight, let me show you what’s available.” Rose turned to her piercing equipment case. She opened a blue velvet lined box full of rings. “The smaller diameters can’t be as heavy a gauge as the larger ones and may be more delicate than what you have in mind. The others are as heavy as you’ll find anywhere. The big difference is in the diameter you wish to have displayed.”

Daphne looked over the assortment carefully, “The largest diameters are too extreme to be feminine, however the one inch rings will look fine on her. What gauge is the heaviest one inch ring you have there?”

“It’s a six-gauge ring. With that ring you could hold a battleship. I’m sure it will suffice for Dawn.”

Daphne agreed, “A one inch ring in six gauge it is.”

Mistress Rose located the tip of the needle as deep into the clitoris as possible. She easily inserted her needle followed by a gorgeously heavy stainless steel ring. Dawn shuddered with sexual pleasure.

Astonished that Dawn hadn’t cried out, Daphne locked eyes with Mistress Rose as if to say, “How could she be so calm?”

“This one’s a real pain junkie.” Mistress Rose shook Daphne’s hand. “Congratulations.”

Dawn turned first to Daphne and bowed her head, “Thank you Mistress,” and then similarly to Rose, “Thank you Mistress.”

Mistress Rose motioned to the skinny girl. “”Clean up the table. We’ve got business up front.”  

Dawn closed the black bag and carried it to the entry. The human table stood. She followed the group of eight to an empty space behind Mistress Key’s desk where she went down on her hands and knees to again become a table. Dawn set the black bag in place.

Samantha took Mistress Key aside. “Mistress Rose has agreed to pierce the nipples of Dawn, Peaches, Amber and Candi for us. May we return our ladies to your hooks for this purpose?”

Mistress Key clapped her hands in delight. “Of course,” she said before taking the microphone in hand. “Attention, attention,” Mistress Key’s voice penetrated the noise of The Locker Room. “A multiple piercing will take place in the entry in fifteen minutes.”

Amber was the first to be hoisted up on one of the hooks. Yvette tied her hands behind her back. Daphne set Dawn on the next hook. She saw no need to restrain Dawn, she simply told her to keep her hands clasped behind her back. Samantha put Candi’s braid ring on another hook. She gagged Cindi and taped her wrists behind her back. Alone, Peaches stood anxiously waiting to be placed on a hook. Yvette obliged her. Yvette could see how eagerly Peaches wanted the nipple piercings so when Mistress Rose took out her needle Yvette said, “Do Peaches first.”

Peaches proudly thrust out her chest. The needle prick was over in an instant. Pushing the ring through hurt like hell. A tear eased down Peaches’ cheek but she smiled as the needle pricked a second time followed by the matching ring.

“I’d like to do Dawn next.” Mistress Rose stepped up to the wide-eyed submissive. After marking the base of Dawn’s nipples with a magic marker, so when the rings were installed, they would be both even and equally deep on both sides, she held up the rings for Daphne to confirm that these were indeed the heavy rings what were be permanently mounted on Dawn’s breasts.

Daphne approved with a nod, and the process of Dawn’s permanent nipple bondage began.

The piercings went quickly. Afterwards Daphne had Dawn hold up her breasts for the room to see.

Candi enjoyed the burn of the ring pushing through the newly made hole in each of her breasts. She immediately fanaticized about hanging weights from the rings. Amber felt a tremble when the first needle went through her left nipple. After the right nipple held the ring, a ripple rushed from Amber’s clit back to her nipples and down to her clit again in an endless circle. She pumped her groin and groaned. Applause erupted in the entry. Whoops and whistles followed.

For the next couple hours Amber, Peaches, Candi and Dawn were on display. Doms and subs asked questions about how they had gotten in the scene. Samantha, Daphne and Yvette accepted calling cards.

“You ladies are doing a superb job training these submissives,” Mistress Rose told Samantha. “Any way I can be of service, just call.” She produced a card with her contract information.

The sun was coming up when the group gathered their belongings to leave The Locker Room. Mistress Key held the door open. “Your group made the party a resounding success so I’m not charging you.” She handed Daphne a refund. “I hope you’ll be back soon.”

“You can plan on that,” Daphne said.

Monday evening Peaches was uncharacteristically quiet. Not even Yvette could get her to talk.

“I don’t feel good,” Peaches kept saying. For the next two days Peaches didn’t go to work, she just slept and ate.

By the third day Samantha took Peaches’ temperature. “You’ve got a great appetite and you’re temperature’s normal. What’s going on?” Samantha asked.

“I don’t feel good.”

“Why?”
       Peaches pulled the sheet up to her chin. “I got fired Monday.” Peaches started to cry.

Samantha pulled Peaches out of bed. Putting her finger through the ring in Peaches’ braid, Samantha dragged Peaches down to the dining room. “Peaches has an announcement,” Samantha said.

All activity stopped. Peaches hesitated.

“Now,” Samantha growled.

Tears streamed down Peaches’ cheeks. “I got fired. I don’t have a job anymore.”

Yvette stepped forward to take Peaches’ braid and pull her head back. “Why?”

“For having sex with two of the salesmen.”

“Why did you lie before?”

“I was afraid.”

“Dawn, take Peaches to the basement, tie her to a post. This isn’t supposed to be a pleasure trip for her, so make it good and tight. You know how. Then come back to the dining room immediately. Do not speak to her while you’re gone,” Yvette instructed.

As much as Dawn wanted to comfort Peaches she knew she didn’t dare.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Peaches collapsed on the floor whimpering. She didn’t resist as Dawn attached her wrists, ankles and waist to a post before hurrying away. Peaches feared she would be thrown out of the house with no place to go.

When Dawn returned to the dining room, Yvette was in the middle of ranting about how irresponsible Peaches had been to lose her job. “She’ll go out on interviews starting tomorrow,” Yvette said.

“Let’s think this through.” Samantha looked to Daphne. “Running this house requires a lot of labor. A dedicated house slave could be advantageous.”

“Will we still be able to buy the house?” Yvette asked Daphne.

Daphne sneered. “Her pay was the lowest of all, so the loss is negligible.”

“If Peaches is going to be allowed to stay without bringing in money, she’s going to have to earn her keep,” Yvette said. “I propose we cancel the gardening service and start with having Peaches take over that maintenance.”

“Consider it done,” Daphne said.

“We’ll leave her chained in the basement a few days while Samantha sets up her daily work schedule,” Yvette said.

The next couple of nights Yvette delivered food on a tray without communicating with Peaches. During her isolation Peaches considered running away but the memory of interacting with Dawn, Candi and Amber her first weeks in the house quickly erased the thought. Her initial taste of whipping made her want more. Through spanking she had reached the first organism of her life. Peaches promised herself she would do whatever was asked in order to remain part of this fabulous sexually charged house. Besides, her nipple rings were healing nicely and she looked forward to them being used in all sorts of different and erotic ways.

Upon release from the basement Peaches’ first assignment was to cultivate the rose garden. Each morning she was put outside with food and water but not allowed back in the house until everyone returned at night. Samantha bought new rose bushes for planting and when Peaches finished the roses she took the initiative to weed the flowerbeds and spruce up the grounds in general.  When Samantha went to look for her she found Peaches kneeling at the back of the house with a short chain locked around her neck and attached to a drainpipe at a point three feet from the ground. The chain was too high for Peaches to lie down and too low for her to stand up. She had gagged herself and also locked her wrists behind her back with handcuffs.  She was in a position where she could do nothing but silently kneel and wait patiently for Samantha to release her.

This pleased Yvette, Samantha and Daphne enough to allow Peaches to return to her bed to sleep.  Of course, she was stretched as tight as the Doms could make her. Daphne and Yvette tied a rope around her waist and added another rope from front to back going through her pussy and over her clit. After testing the tension, they decided more pressure was needed on the clit. So they tightened it more, tested it again, and tightened it this time until Peaches started squirming and whimpering. After a pause Peaches softly thanked them for their kindness. After two nights alone in the basement, this was akin to returning to heaven.

On the day escrow closed, excitement filled the air. Daphne showed everyone the final papers and explained how it would take all seven to own and operate the house. Samantha poured seven flutes of champagne.

“We now have hierarchy within the house: Doms, employed subs and unemployed subs.”

“While we’re discussing individual designations we should name our group,” Yvette said.

“How about what Samantha called us, Naughty Pussies?” Candi asked.

“The House of the Naughty Pussies, that’s good. That’s really good,” Daphne said.

“Appropriate too. One way or another, it applies to all of us,” Samantha added.

“Anyone object?” Daphne asked.

No one said a word. When the matter had been settled, Amber raised her hand.

“Yes,” Yvette said.

Amber twisted her hands in her lap. “I was thinking that since we are now all bound together by this house, in addition to our group name and hair styles, would we want to consider a mark to symbolize our attachment to each other?”

Yvette jumped up. “A tattoo. We each need to get the same tattoo.”

“In public view or concealed?” Samantha asked.

“Since several of us have sensitive jobs, a hidden mark would probably be best,” Daphne said.

“I prefer something visible,” Yvette said.

“Not too big and easily covered?” Samantha asked.

The group sat silent while each considered various possibilities. Amber pressed her index finger against her cheekbone. “A bold, beautiful beauty mark right here,” she said.

Daphne smiled. “Obvious, but not obvious. Something that will only be known to us.”

“Rose’s Full Service Beauty Salon is just the place,” Yvette said. Heads nodded in agreement.

“Make the appointment,” Daphne said.

The phone was ringing in Yvette’s ear when Daphne finished her statement. “She can take us tomorrow afternoon.”

Samantha checked her calendar. She didn’t have a catering job. “Tell her we’ll be there.”

When the Naughty Pussies arrived at Rose’s, seven straight back chairs had already been set in a semi-circle.

Mistress Rose placed bold black beauty marks on the upper check of each Naughty Pussy. “For women new to BDSM you certainly are creative,” Rose declared.

“We’re also angry one of our own lost her job because of having sex with her co-workers,” Yvette growled.

“What action do you plan to take?” Rose asked.

“I want to keep that clit on a leash. Maybe it won’t get into so much trouble that way.” Yvette glared at Peaches while Daphne and Samantha tied her to the chair.

“Please Mistress, don’t pierce my clit. I won’t have any more unauthorized sex. I promise.”

Peaches screamed as the needle penetrated her clit. Yvette watched Rose insert the ring. “Let’s have her nose pierced also, so everyone will know she keeps poking her nose into places it doesn’t belong. We can insert a nice ring to be on display for everyone to see. Additionally the ring gives us a wonderfully humiliating place to attach her leash, when needed.”

“No, please Mistress, I promise to be good,” Peaches cried out.

“Shut up,” Yvette hollered at her. “You should have been good to start with.”

Samantha and Daphne held Peaches’ head while Rose pierced her septum. With the ring in place Peaches started to cry loud sobs. Rose took Peaches chin in her hand. “All the jewelry accents your pale skin.” Rose was clearly enjoying this.

“Please don’t do any more. I’ll be good. Please,” Peaches whimpered.

Rose chuckled. “What else?”

Yvette stood with her hands on her hips. “She just doesn’t know when to keep her tongue quiet, does she? Then we’ll just go one step further and control that also. Pierce her tongue. Pierce it good. Put a ring on the tip and two studs side by side a little further back. If she won’t keep her tongue quiet, at least we can turn her into a first class cunt licker.”

“No, Mistress, I beg you, please no. I’ll pleasure your pussy for you any time you wish, you know I will. Please don’t do this to me.”

Surprised at how far Yvette was taking this, Samantha shifted from one foot to the other.

“Stick out your tongue. You should have been quiet when you were told. Now you will always have a reminder that there are consequences for your actions when you misbehave.”

Peaches did as she was told. Rose pierced the end of her tongue and inserted a ring. “I promise, I promise I’ll behave from now on.”

Rose finished two more piercings. Daphne found this all fascinating and started to formulate plans for Dawn’s future piercings.

“SHUT UP, Peaches,” Yvette screamed again. “Rose, this insolent girl just won’t stop. She clearly is forcing this issue to escalate beyond her own comprehension. Well, so be it. Shave her head, but be sure to keep enough hair at the back for her to still have her ponytail. Maybe a shaved head will disgrace her enough to instill proper behavior.

“Mistress, please no, I beg you, no.”

“Don’t you understand? You still don’t know when to shut up. Do we need to shave your eyebrows off also? And maybe you should think about it for a moment before you answer.”

Peaches opened her eyes wide in utter shock.

Yvette stared at Peaches. The seconds ticked by. “Well, have you figured it out yet?”

Peaches sat silent.

Yvette looked at Rose. “Finally.”

Then turning to Peaches, she said, “Silence and obedience, these are two concepts I bet you won’t soon forget.”

With scissors in hand, Rose eagerly cut away Peaches’ hair except for a section on the back of her head, which remained to form her braided ponytail. Peaches sat still as a statue. Amber, Candi and Dawn watched, fear in their eyes, as clots of red hair fell in piles. The bald head looked gruesome. Yvette braided the remaining hair down Peaches’ back. Amber, Dawn and Candi cleaned up the shaving area without being asked.

Rose held a mirror up for Peaches to see the changes. As much as she wanted to cry she kept control of herself. Peaches took a deep breath and put a smile on her lips. “Thank you Mistress.”

“This opens up a whole realm of possibilities,” Daphne said, a twinkle in her eye.

Samantha focused on Amber, Dawn and Candi. “Always tell the truth. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” the girls said as if in one voice.

“You gals are true players,” Rose said as she took Daphne’s payment for services rendered. “See she gets vitamin C and zinc to hasten the healing process.”

Amber, Candi and Dawn helped Peaches to the car. They felt for her situation but kept words of sympathy to themselves. No way would they trade places.

Rose set a CLOSED sign in the window. This had been a most enjoyable afternoon.

Silence filled the van for the drive home. Samantha startled everyone by shouting, “What the hell. Anyone schedule a visitor without clearance?”

In order to get a good look at the occupant of the shiny red pickup parked in front of the Victorian house, Samantha drove past slowly. Yvette twisted around to be sure she recognized the man behind the wheel.

“It’s Charles,” Yvette blurted out.

After proceeding further down the street Samantha stopped the van. “Who invited Charles?”

No one responded.

“Yvette, you’re the only one who knows his phone number.”

“Believe me I have not been in contact with Charles since the weekend he visited.”

“Very well.” Samantha turned the van around. “Let’s go find out what he wants.”

Charles jumped out of his vehicle as soon as the van parked in the driveway. He started pointing to the wood piled behind the cab. Daphne reached Charles first. “What a pleasant surprise,” she said.

“Well, the cross and the horse got finished quicker that I expected so I decided to make the delivery.”

“Charles, you should have called first,” Yvette said.

“Yeah, well, don’t have a phone number.”

“No harm done,” Samantha said. “What have you got for us?”

At that moment Charles caught a glimpse of Peaches. All of the color drained from his face.

“She broke the one and only house rule, don’t lie,” Yvette explained.

“Tom sent his metal belts along for me to attach to the wall.” Charles lifted out the horse. “If you have time I can install everything tonight.”

“Amber, Dawn and Candi, help Charles,” Samantha said. “Peaches come with me.” Samantha looked at Charles. “You’ll stay for dinner, of course.”

Charles grinned. “You are most gracious.”

The horse fit perfectly into the corner of the attic where Charles had suggested. He assembled the cross with precision and fitted the overhead beam with a winch wound with black rope. He backed Amber, Candi and Dawn up against the vacant wall and marked where their belts would go. After installing the first belt Peaches appeared in the attic. “Dinner will be ready in five minutes,” she said. Yvette pushed Peaches up against the wall for Charles to note where to place her belt before sending her back to help in the kitchen. As soon as she was gone, Yvette instructed Charles to attach Peaches belt six inches higher on the wall, so Peaches would be forced to be up on her toes whenever she was there.

An expression that indicated Charles knew what was to come shot across his face. “You don’t intend to cut her any slack do you?”

“Not anytime soon,” Yvette said with a wink.

Everyone appeared in the dining room together. The only person without a chair was Peaches. She filled glasses and carried spaghetti, salad and rye bread from the kitchen to the dining room. While everyone ate, Peaches waited for her next assignment.

“Things have changed a bit since you were last here, Charles,” Daphne said. “We now own this Victorian house so we are free to make permanent changes.”

“You women are truly amazing,” Charles said. “You gonna have a party to celebrate?”

Samantha, Yvette and Daphne started to laugh. “It takes an outsider to state the obvious,” Samantha said. “When do you think Larry will have the harnesses?”

“Within the week.”

“We’ve got calling cards from The Locker Room attendees. Let’s start phoning invites for this Saturday right now,” Daphne said.

Charles returned to the attic with Yvette to complete the installation. Samantha began planning the menu. Daphne took to the phone.  By midnight Daphne had twenty-five confirmations, Samantha posted a schedule for preparation and Charles had confirmed with Larry he would have the harnesses.  Charles asked, “How would you like a discipline chair? It would lock in the neck, wrists and ankles as well as incorporate interchangeable dildos.”

“Would you be able to build this chair for the party?”

“To tell the truth, all the pieces are cut, I was just waiting for the go ahead.”

“How long will it take to complete?”

“In plenty of time for your party, if that’s what you have in mind.”

“Go ahead,” Yvette said.

All week the house hummed with activity in preparation for the party. Each morning Peaches was left with a to-do list she took pride in completing. There was never a task she failed to finish so intent was she on pleasing her mistresses.

On the day of the party Charles, Tom and Larry arrived early to complete final installation of their equipment and assemble a massage table Yvette had bought. A nearby shelf held an assortment of colored candles Yvette had laid out.

Daphne retreated to her room. She showered then stepped into the skin-tight leather pants with matching vest Dawn had bought. After pulling on the black thigh-high boots Candi had ordered, Daphne viewed herself from all directions in the floor length mirror. Her curves reflected strong femininity. A tap sounded on the door. “Come in,” Daphne said.

Samantha and Yvette appeared before her in matching leather outfits. They radiated pride as they turned for Daphne to see how their leather attire hugged their bodies. “Dawn and Candi are very good at what they do. With Dawn managing a boutique and Candi in charge of a high level shoe store, they are both aware of many excellent opportunities for our attire whenever they become available,” Samantha said.

All four submissives finished dressing in the pink platforms over pink fish net hose that matched their pink collars. Daphne called them into her room. “They are fabulous,” Yvette declared. “Dawn and Candi, you have provided all of us with terrific outfits for tonight.”

Yvette caught sight of a gleam in Samantha’s eye. “What?” Yvette asked.

“I do believe we have our official house uniforms,” Samantha said. “We’ll buy a few more sets. However, now we have a party to host.”

Mistress Rose was the first to arrive. She held one male and one female submissive on separate leases. She had allowed time to examine Peaches’ piercings. When she finished her inspection Mistress Rose voiced approval about how Peaches was healing. Mistress Rose declared that Peaches could play as long as all the jewelry was left alone.

Candi, along with Dawn, greeted each new guest at the front door. Amber circulated with trays of champagne. Peaches took coats and kept the refreshment table stocked. Yvette showed the attic while Daphne took the guests on a tour of the basement. Samantha kept the social interaction working with precision. At ten o’clock all the guests had arrived and the doors were locked.

Daphne found Tom. “You might want to accompany me,” she said. Together they took Dawn, Candi, Peaches and Amber to the attic. Tom unlocked the belts that were mounted on the wall so Daphne could begin to secure the Naughty Pussies to the wall. When Daphne got to Peaches she didn’t hesitate. In order to fasten Peaches in her belt Daphne forced Peaches to lift up on her toes and back up until her heels were pressing against the wall. “Keep your back straight,” Daphne commanded. Even though Peaches heels were supported by the wall, the unusual en point position was not anything her legs had experienced before.

Charles watched. With Peaches up on her toes, her legs were displayed to perfection. Charles didn’t have long to wait before Peaches’ calf started to cramp. Her legs weren’t used to maintaining the extended position. The pain was obvious in Peaches’ face. She whimpered but continued to hold perfectly still.

From next to Charles, Yvette said, “Have you already forgotten about silence and obedience?”

With wide-eyed panic on her face, Peaches shook her head with a very quick, “uh uh.”

Tom’s chest swelled with pride watching the four Naughty Pussies held by his belts. His pants bulged.

“Which one do you want?” Daphne asked.

“Amber.”

“Be my guest.”

A crowd gathered to watch.

Meanwhile Mistress Rose had set her slaves facing each other on the horse. She secured their wrists together and tied them off to the crossbeam above. She then locked their nipple rings to each other before tying their ankles to eyebolts mounted on the floor off to each side of the horse. When Mistress Rose was content that the wood now cut into their tender flesh she walked away to witness Alexis hoist Pig up using the newly installed winch.

With her elbows held together behind her in a single glove, Pig dangled upside down with her head inches from the floor. The cuffs around Pig’s ankles allowed Alexis to easily turn the helpless submissive. First Alexis tied Pig’s breasts out from her chest then hung three-ounce weights from the nipple rings. A slight touch brought Pig’s butt in perfect placement to Alexis’ hand. With each swat Pig’s nipple weights bounced. Bored with spanking, Alexis used the winch to raise Pig up higher and started slapping her face.

A desire rose in Charles to strap Candi to the cross. He no sooner had the wish than Yvette tapped him on the shoulder. “What’s your dream?” she asked.

“To strap Candi facing the cross I built for you and give her a good whipping.”

“She’s yours. Choose any of my whips on the hooks over there.”

As Charles released Candi, Mistress Key walked up to Yvette. “I understand you have a basement.”

“Yes. I’d be pleased to show you.”

“Good, because I’ve had enough of watching multiple whippings. I can see that anytime.”

Howls filled the bottom floor of the house. Mistress Key smiled. “That would be Gladys. No matter what happens she’s like a wolf howling at the moon.”  Yvette motioned for Mistress Key to step through the doorway first. “Yep, that’s her.” Mistress Key pointed to the massage table but walked straight to the discipline chair. A nude girl with a black leather hood was strapped in place. Mistress Key carefully inspected the chair.

Upon seeing the chair in use Yvette had to admit Charles had built a useful device.

“Where did you get this?” Mistress Key asked.

“Charles built it for us.”

At that moment Yvette saw the remote control that activated the dildos in the pussy and ass of the vulnerable girl. Mistress Key had already picked it up and pushed the button. The girl moaned with pleasure.

“I must have one of these for my personal dungeon,” Mistress Key said.

“Right now Charles is upstairs administering a whipping but I’ll introduce you before the end of the party,” Yvette said.

Just as Mistress Key was about to respond, two young women dropped to their knees in front of her. Leather leashes hung from their collars. They jointly held a roll of clear plastic carpet protector in their raised hands. Mistress Key eyed the room in search of open space. “Over there.” She pointed her black-gloved finger to a length of floor at the far end of the basement.     

Together the women rolled out the strip upside down, so that the spikes were now pointing up. All sound in the basement stopped. Mistress Key took hold of one leash, she handed the other to Yvette. Both submissives stood with their arms at their sides at the beginning of the walkway, toes touching the edge of the plastic. For the first time Yvette noticed their feet were bare.

Having wrapped most of the length of the leash around her wrist, the woman under Mistress Key’s control was forced to step each time Mistress Key took a step. A crowd gathered along both sides of the full strip of spikes, leaving an aisle for Mistress Key and Yvette.

Without warning Mistress Key moved down the torture path. Her submissive followed closely, both feet firmly on the spikes. Three paces along Mistress Key stopped. The submissive stopped, tension obvious in her body. The spikes cut into the tender skin on the bottom of her feet. Her toes wiggled in an attempt to spread the discomfort. Mistress Key would have none of it. “Still,” she commanded. The submissive obeyed. A tear started down her cheek.

Yvette also wound the leash around her wrist before starting to parade her submissive down the track. Her submissive hesitated before stepping onto the spikes. Mistress Key noticed the pause. She exchanged leashes with Yvette and pulled the woman to the midway point. “On your knees,” Mistress Key commanded. This time the submissive obeyed without hesitation. The exposed spikes poked painfully at her flesh but she kept her back straight and held a smile on her lips. A collective gasp rose from those watching. Yvette slowly walked her submissive to the end of the spikes, turned around and, pulling the leash taut, ran back to the start past the woman on her knees. As Yvette approached Mistress Key she received a thumbs up for running the submissive on the spikes.

When Yvette reached the end she dropped the leash to search for Samantha. They locked eyes. Samantha picked up the leash just as she saw Mistress Key lead her submissive down the spikes on her knees. The submissive struggled to keep up, her knees raw from the repeated and incessant irritation of the spikes.

At the end of the path Mistress Key pulled her submissive up, blood trickled down the front of both legs. The submissive’s feet were now flat against the spikes, discomfort obvious in her eyes.  Mistress Key started from one end of the strip of spikes, Samantha from the other. They proceeded slowly, very slowly, to allow the needle sharp spikes ample time to sting the soles of their submissives. At the mid point they stopped, the submissives face to face, sweat dripping from their foreheads. Samantha could almost hear her submissive’s heart pounding. She had never put anyone through such an intense physical ordeal. The thrill left her wanting more.

After turning her submissive around Samantha commanded, “Down on your hands and knees.”

The submissive obeyed quickly. The spikes now pricking both hands and knees. A chuckle rippled through the spectators. Mistress Key ordered her submissive down, too. There was no escaping the pain. Both Samantha and Mistress Key kept the women in place.

“You think they’ve had enough?” Mistress Key asked.

With a gleam in her eye Samantha responded, “Probably.”

“Another few minutes won’t hurt through,” Mistress Key said.

Word of the performance on the carpet protector had spread to the attic. Everyone hurried downstairs to see. Samantha caught sight of Daphne and offered her the leash. Side by side the submissives continued along the spiked agony on their knees all the way to the end of the track. Excitement to experience the walk of spikes was transmitted without words.

“Get in line if you really want to know what this feels like,” Mistress Key announced.

A column of anxious participants snaked around the basement. Mistress Key pulled Peaches, Amber, Candi and Dawn out from the group. “I think our hosts should go first.” No one disagreed.

Daphne took Dawn in hand. As they progressed down the sheet of spikes Dawn’s fingers clutched Daphne’s tighter and tighter. Before letting Dawn step off the end of the spiked ordeal, Daphne said, “Lay on your back.”

Dawn did as instructed, a grimace on her face from the penetrating spikes. Daphne accepted a riding crop from a Dom and even though Dawn’s nipples and clit were freshly pierced, she didn’t hesitate to gradually raise havoc on Dawn’s thighs and stomach. Dawn arched her body to show Daphne her acceptance of the riding crop. Within minutes Dawn groaned with pleasure, twisting her butt and back against the spikes. While Daphne wanted to draw out Dawn’s pleasure, reluctantly she stopped so others would have time on the mat.

Yvette, with Peaches on all fours, came next. Peaches’ nipple rings barely missed the spikes. The sting from all the spikes against her hands and knees shot through Peaches’ body just like the piercing needle, but there was no relief. The sting persisted before intensifying.  By the time she was led off Peaches had all she could do to hold back tears.

Amber stood beside Candi, their toes touching the edge of plastic. Amber took a deep breath, Candi swallowed hard. Samantha gathered their leashes and walked them to the center of the pathway. “Down,” she commanded. Both dropped to their hands and knees. The bite of the spikes shot through both bodies. Amber desperately wanted to lift her hands but knew she didn’t dare. Candi tried unsuccessfully to keep from adjusting her knees to get relief. An involuntary shift betrayed her. Samantha spanked her butt making the spikes dig deeper into Candi’s already irritated skin. Finally Samantha led both slaves to relief on the smooth concrete.

Off to the side Charles, Larry and Tom longed to participate. Standing near by, Daphne sensed their desire. She gathered Amber, Peaches and Dawn. “You’re going to please our craftsmen,” she said.

One by one guests were parading over the spikes. At an opening in the steady stream Daphne held up her hand to stop the process. “Our artisans have provided equipment for our mutual enjoyment. Let’s make way for them to have the pleasure of this marvelous toy.”

Bodies stepped back to make way for the men. Charles with Dawn went first. Thrilled with the influence he had over Dawn, Charles savored every second of taking her over the spikes. He started with Dawn on all fours then transitioned to her up on her feet. He felt the intensity of her sexual excitement through her hand.

Larry chose Amber who he was sexually attracted to. He wondered what it would feel like to fuck her on the matt. He laid her down across the plastic so his knees and hands touched the concrete. The spikes scraped Amber’s back and butt as Larry’s hard cock thrust into her pussy. He reached an orgasm quickly. Upon lifting Amber up, Larry stroked the bright red marks on her back. His cock, still hard, pulsed with desire so Larry took Amber to the massage table where he fucked her from behind.

With a wide metal belt Tom had designed, but never thought he would get to use, locked onto Peaches’ waist he stepped up to the strip. Many fingers pointed to the belt. “Pretend this is a runway,” Tom whispered into Peaches’ ear. “Show my belt for all to see.”

Peaches smiled knowingly. She lifted her arms from her body so the belt could be fully viewed. As she strutted down the spikes she stopped, turned, stopped again to fully expose the exquisite features of the belt. Discomfort of the spikes no longer existed. On the third pass Peaches thrust out her left hip, struck a model’s pose, continued on, thrust out her right hip, struck a model’s pose and concluded with a curtsy. Tom had picked her; she hoped she had made him proud. Tom pulled Peaches off the runway into an ardent French kiss.

By the time the last feet crossed the spiked matt, numerous partygoers were sound asleep in sleeping bags placed throughout the house. Charles, Tom and Larry were kept busy taking orders for their equipment. Of course the house had to be cleaned up and breakfast made, so only the guests enjoyed sleep.