Originally published in Bound To Please Vol. 6, No. 2

Scanned by EKrayon and transcribed by guardian46w

Story Codes: F/f, bdsm, reluct, cons, turnabout, bondage, punishment, X

The purpose of this story is fantasy only and is not meant to warrant or reflect true-life incidents or actions, either implied or stated.

KARINA'S STOMACH CHURNED AS THE HEAVY OAK DOOR to the Mistress's private dungeon creaked open. Her bare breasts heaved as she forced herself to take several deep breaths, making her doubly aware of the clamps on her nipples. What had she done this time? It seemed lately that Lady Grace had gone out of her way to find fault with Karina, even to the point of being petty. Last time the Mistress had disliked the manner in which Karina had trimmed her pubic hair.

Karina felt Jessica's hand in the middle of her back. hurrying her along. "Let's go, Karina," she said, sternly but not cruelly.

Jessica was a senior slave and wore the uniform dress that came with the position. The jet-black fabric left her beautiful breasts completely exposed. The floor-length skirt was split into two straps of fabric that ran down the side of either leg, but most of her breasts as well. The effect was nicely enhanced by a single string of pearls.

Lady Grace's dark eyes reflected the light from the candles which lit the subterranean room and illuminated a vast array of torture devices. She smiled upon seeing Karina. From anyone else it would have seemed like a gesture of warmth.

The instant her feet left the bottom step, Karina sank to her knees on the stone floor, casting her gaze downward. Jessica remained standing; though she did not make eye contact.

"There she is, my favorite," cooed Lady Grace as she stroked Karina's curly red hair. "Untie her."

Karina wasn't sure she had heard right. Jessica hesitated to comply, obviously wondering the same thing. Lady Grace always liked her slaves in a state of bondage when she played with them.

"Unless, of course, you would like to take her place," Lady Grace said to Jessica. A storm seemed to be brewing behind those lovely, dark eyes.

"No, Mistress," Jessica said quickly. Karina felt the ropes slacken then vanish. Her muscles stung sharply with the sudden return of mobility. The weights were removed from her nipples, and the act of breathing no longer sent pain through her breasts.

"Now leave us," said Lady Grace. "And lock the door behind you."

This too was an unheard-of request. House policy required a senior slave, a trainer, or another master to be present during all punishment sessions, primarily to insure the safety of the slave. Karina suppressed a shiver. What could the Mistress have planned that would necessitate the removal of witnesses?

Jessica didn't need to be told twice this time. She padded up the steps and was gone, leaving Karina alone and utterly terrified in the presence of the Mistress.

"Please, stand," said Lady Grace, and helped Karina to her feet. "You poor thing. Those weights must have hurt terribly. Please, look at me. And you may speak if you wish."

There was that word again. Karina had never once heard Lady Grace say please, and now she had used it twice in rapid succession. What was happening?

Karina had to force herself to meet the Mistress's gaze, not so much out of fear, but because one of the first things a slave is taught is never to make eye contact with her betters. I can't believe I'm doing this, she said to herself as she looked Lady Grace in the eye.

Lady Grace smiled. "I was right. Despite the pain, despite the submissiveness, I see strength in your eyes. I knew it was there, even if you didn't. That's why I've been so hard on you, to see how much you can take. We'll both need your strength for what is to come."

With a single motion, Lady Grace unfastened her gown and it dropped to the dungeon floor. Having worn neither shoes nor undergarments, she stood magnificently naked. Her breasts were large and round, her waist slim, her hips deliciously curved. The area around her sex was shaven.

"What we are about to do must remain our secret," said Lady Grace. "None of the slaves must know, and certainly not my husband. Can I trust you, Karina?"

"0-of course, mistress, but—"

Of all the surprises Karina had received in the last few minutes, this was the most astonishing. Lady Grace unbuckled the leather collar around Karina's neck, removed it, and placed it around her own. She knelt before Karina, bowing her head.

"Whenever we are in here, alone, with that door locked, I.... " She paused to draw a shaky breath. "I will be your slave. You will refer to me only as Grace, not Lady or Mistress. You must treat me as a slave should be treated, and there will be no recriminations once we leave this room. What happens here, stays here."

Karina's head swam with it all. She had never considered taking a dominant roll, but if that was her mistress' wish then it was her duty to obey.

Karina placed a hand gently under Lacy Grace's chin and drew her head up. In a flash, Karina lashed out with an open hand, slapping Grace hard. The dark-haired woman's head jerked with the impact and she screamed with pain and surprise.

"How dare you kneel before me wearing these," said Karina, grabbing the string of pearls around Grace's next. She pulled sharply, breaking the string and sending the pearls skittering madly across the stone floor.

"I'm sorry, mistress," said Grace in a tiny voice, “I-I forgot."

Karina slapped her again, this time knocking her to the floor. "And now you make excuses? You are the most pathetic excuse for a slave I've ever seen. I can see you're not going to make this easy for either of us."

Karina hooked her fingers into the ring in the front of Grace's slave collar and dragged her toward a padded saw horse in one corner of the dungeon. Lady Grace barely had the chance to gain her balance, and she stumbled across the length of the floor.

Karina bent her owner backward over the sawhorse. The cross bar was padded, but still quite uncomfortable. Karina knew that from experience. She fastened Grace's ankles to the straps attached to the base, forcing her legs far apart. Her hairless pussy was already wet, and it glistened in the candlelight.

Roughly pulling Grace's arms down behind her, Katrina fastened the dark-haired woman's wrists to the sawhorse. Grace whimpered and pulled at her restraints, but she was bound fast.

Karina stood back and admired the bound and nude woman before her. She's beautiful, thought Karina, and she's mine. Karina had never entertained thoughts of dominance before, but the idea of possessing this exquisitely lovely woman was giving her a whole new perspective. She would take her pleasure from Lady Grace, but not before she had a chance to play with her.

Karina lifted a candle from one of the many candelabrums and held it over Grace. "You're a highly skilled mistress," said Katrina, staring into Grace's lovely eyes. "But you know nothing about being a slave."

Karina tilted the candle slightly, letting several drops of the hot wax spill onto one of Grace's heaving breasts. The bound woman shrieked, her entire body lurching with the pain.

Once the pain had subsided, Karina kissed Grace softly on the lips. "I can teach you, though. I can show you the art of suffering, the pleasure of pain."

Then smiling, she tipped the candle again. This time she left a trail with the hot wax running across Grace's belly to the area just above her denuded pussy. The screams were magnificent.

Again, Karina waited for the pain to pass, and kissed her prisoner again. This time she traced the other woman's upper lip with her tongue. Grace parted her lips and moaned into Karina's mouth.

"Teach me, mistress," pleaded the bound woman.

Karina held the candle over Lady Grace's pussy. She watched Lady Grace as she reflexively tried to pull her legs together. Slowly, Karina lowered the candle. She stroked the base of the candle back and forth along Lady Grace's vaginal cleft. Grace's whimpers were supplemented by a low moan of pleasure.

Karina continued stroking the candle along Grace's pussy. Soon melted wax pooled up beneath the wick and spilled over the side. This time the wax splattered directly on Grace's cunt lips. This scream was the loudest yet, but it wasn't entirely a shriek of pain.

"You're learning already," said Karina, slowly moving her free hand over Grace's breasts and belly. "You can see the connection between pleasure and pain, can't you."

"Y-yes, mistress," sobbed Grace. Tears flowed freely down her face. There was an obvious look of relief in her eyes when Karina set the candle aside.

Karina stood before the whip rack. There were so many to choose from. Karina herself had been on the receiving end of nearly every whip in the selection at one time or another, and she recalled that Lady Grace had a preference for the cat o' nine tails. As she pulled the cat from the rack, Karina hoped the mistress would appreciate the irony.

Grace's breath caught in her throat when she saw the whip. Karina dangled the implement of torment over the bound woman's face, letting the letter straps brush lightly against her face.

"Kiss it," commanded Karina.

Without hesitation, Grace planted a series of kisses on the leather straps. Karina could see that the other woman both feared the whip and longed for its caress. Karina herself had experienced the same combination of feelings many times. The contradiction could be maddening.

Without warning, Karina snatched the whip away, drew it back, and brought it down hard against Grace's breasts. The smack of leather on flesh echoed off the damp stone walls, followed by a cry of pain. Her tits bounced with a life of their own. Karina enjoyed the way Grace's boobs bounced so much that she continued the whip against her chest.

Karina was surprised at the amount of pleasure she received from Grace's screams. There was a distinct heat building in her red-furred cunt, and it increased ever so slightly every time Grace cried out.

She let the whip fly again, striking Grace hard on the right leg. The smack of leather, the shriek of agony. Karina was getting high on the progression from one to the other.

Karina studied Grace's exposed cunt. Her lips glistened with fluid, proving that Grace was just as aroused as Karina. That gleaming, hairless pussy made a very tempting target indeed, and Karina could resist it no longer. Mustering all her strength, Karina lashed out, swinging the whip in a downward arc, and connecting with Grace's pussy. Grace shrieked again and again as Karina continued flailing the whip.

As much as Karina was enjoying whipping Grace's front, she wanted to give the rest of her slave's body equal attention. She released Grace from her shackles only to turn her around, bend her face down over the sawhorse, then rebind her. Sobbing violently, Grace offered no resistance.

Grace's naked ass was now thrust high in the air, making for a tempting target indeed. Karina felt her cunt getting even wetter as she thought of the things she could do to Grace's exposed backside. She needed something other than the whip, something that would inflict a different kind of pain. The bamboo cane seemed ideal.

Karina made a point of showing the flexible, reed-thin cane to Grace. The bound woman's eyes grew wide at the sight of Karina's new toy. "No! Please! Not that!" she wailed.

There was a high pitched "whoosh" as Karina swung the cane, and it struck Grace's ass with a loud, satisfying smack. Grace's cheeks jiggled, and a bright red mark appeared on her otherwise flawless bottom. She screamed, of course, her cries echoing through the dungeon.

"That was nice," cooed Karina. "Let’s hear you do that again."

The cane flew again, leaving another distinct mark on Grace's ass cheeks. Her body shook with the force of the blow, and she howled with the pain.

"Again," commanded Karina.

Another swing, another shriek. Sweat stood out on Grace's body, and she struggled against her bonds.

Karina continued applying the cane with deadly accuracy. Grace's bottom was soon sporting an intricate web of red marks. Her screams merged together into one long howl of torment. Through it all, though, Karina could see the fluid flowing from Grace's bald cunt.

"I knew you'd enjoy that," said Karina, running her fingers over Grace's ravaged ass. "And if you enjoy what I can do with a cane, you'll love what I can do with this."

Grace raised her head and, through tear-filled eyes, watched Karina put on the strap-on dildo. Once it was buckled into place, the twelve-inch cock jutted lewdly from Karina's groin. Grace looked at the massive phallus longingly, obviously aware of the pleasure it could bring.

"Kiss it, bitch," commanded Karina.

Slowly, reverently, Grace kissed the purple knob on the end of the dildo, then swirled her tongue around it. She parted her lips and looked up at Karina with a pleading expression. Karina allowed a tortuous ten seconds to pass before nodding and giving Grace permission to suck her cock. Ravenously she gulped down the fake prick, relishing every inch of it as it slid into her mouth.

It gave Karina immense pleasure to watch Grace go down on the dildo. She humped herself against Grace's face, stuffing the rod further and further down the bound woman's throat. Grace gagged a few times, but always managed to recover before the next lunge of the dildo.

Grace let out a forlorn whimper when Karina withdrew the dildo from her mouth. Karina taunted her prisoner with the strap-on device for few moments, before unbuckling it and letting it drop to the ground. She leaned in again, this time thrusting her wet cunt into Grace's face, and Grace demonstrated her willingness to lick pussy as well as suck cock.

Karina walked with pleasure. She arched one leg and pulled Grace by the hair, thrusting her slave's face deep into her crotch. "That's it!" she encouraged. "Right there! Don't you dare stop, bitch! Oh God! Oh God, I'm coming!"

The climax was magnificent. Karina's entire body convulsed with pleasure. Her fluid gushed, coating Grace's mouth and nose. She had come many times as a slave, but this was her first time as a master. The sensation was startlingly intense.

Once Karina had regained her senses, she reattached the dildo, picked up a riding crop from the whip rack, and moved around behind Grace.

"I'm taking you for a ride, my horny little mare," said Karina, laying a hard swipe of the riding crop on Grace's bare ass. "Do you think you can take it?"

"Please, Mistress," begged Grace, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I've never felt like this before! I need to come!"

Karina was tempted to make Grace wait a little longer, but she was not without compassion. She herself had experienced the same desperate desire for release. Stepping up behind Grace, Karina took aim with the dildo and plunged it home with a single savage thrust. Grace screamed again, but there was no pain. This was a shriek of pure ecstasy.

"Oh yes! Oh God y—" Grace was cut off as the riding crop smacked against the small of her back.

"Faster, my pretty mount," commanded Karina. "Prove to me that your worthy of my attention."

Grace thrust herself back against the dildo. Each time the riding crop fell, she pumped faster and faster. Her well lubed cunt made obscene squelching sounds as, again and again, she impaled herself on the fake cock.

"Faster! Faster!" shouted Karina. Each command was punctuated by a swat of the riding crop.

Finally, with her breath rattling in her throat, and sweat covering her entire body, Grace came. She writhed in the grip of pleasure, pulling at her shackles and jabbering incoherently. Finally, when the fireworks had ended, Karina could hear only the sounds of a woman sobbing with pleasure.

Karina released Grace from the sawhorse and lowered he gently to the stone floor. Grace had obviously had enough for one day. Karina removed the slave collar from her mistress and began to place it around her own neck.

"No, wait," said Grace. She took collar from Karina and set it on the floor next to them. "Not yet anyway. Just lay with me for now, as my equal."

Karina settled into Grace's arms, their legs entwining and their breasts pressing together. They stroked one another and exchanged soft kisses. Grace had a look in her eye that Karina had never seen before. It seemed to be an expression of warmth, and perhaps even love.

Karina wasn't sure what to think of everything that had just happened, but inwardly she hoped that this would not be the last time the two of them would trade places.