I picked up the jug of syrup again and approached Christi. She paled. I guided her body up. She remained on her knees on the tile, but she wasn't back on her haunches.

"Please. You don't have to do this. I. Christ, that's cold." I upturned the syrup over her blonde mane, matting it to her head. She coughed as the liquid flowed into her protesting mouth.

I bent behind her and poured some more over her calves and feet.

"Lie down."

"Please no."

"Christi?" That warning tone came out again.

The frightened girl lay herself down on the tile, syrup was gathering in the small natural pool at the base of her neck. She was covered. I carefully poured a small amount through her pubic hair and into her belly button and left her lying on her back, softly crying. She struggled to lie still.

I glanced at Jane. She shuddered, but stayed still as I poured a little more over her pretty head. I poured a bit more along her calves and then put the jug on the table. I slipped a pair of handcuffs around Jane's unresisting wrists pinning her hands behind her back. I had Christi rise to her knees and repeated the cuffing procedure. I sat back down and regarded the miserable girls.

Jane looked up at me, trying to blink away the new syrup that was streaming down her face.

"Why, master? What have we done?"

"Nothing Janey. Absolutely nothing."

"Then why?"

"Do you have any idea what you two look like?"

"Pathetic?"

"Sexy as all hell."

"Thank-you. I think."

"Listen. You two are pretty covered with sticky stuff, aren't you?"

They nodded. Still miserable.

"Well, I don't want to get it on the carpet."

"So you are going to let us shower?" Jane asked hopefully.

"Eventually. Unless you fail."

"Fail in what?" She didn't look happy to be asking this question.

"Are there carpets on the way to the shower?"

"Of course there are."

"How are you going to get from point kitchen to point bathroom without dirtying the carpet?"

"Run fast?" Jane asked hopefully.

"Let's assume that you are crawling. Through the dining room and entertainment room."

"Please no. We can't do it. I. I don't want to be punished. Please. It's impossible. You can't expect us to not drip this stuff. That's not fair." Christi began to beg.

"Life isn't fair," I said turning towards the blonde.

Jane took a deep breath. She was pretty quick. "Will you give us some time before you make us do this?"

I smiled. She was catching onto what I wanted from them. "Sure. But not enough time to let that stuff drip off you onto this floor."

Jane took a deep breath. "Christi? Honey?"

Christi looked over at her fellow captive a look of questioning on her face. Jane stuck out her tongue in response, slowly and seductively licking the syrup form around her own mouth.

"You are joking."

"You think he's joking? That's what he wants."

"Oh God. Please no."

Jane just moved on her knees towards Christi. She bent her face towards her shoulder and slowly used her tongue to lap up the syrup that had coated the surface. Christi knelt and closed her eyes. I settled back into my chair to watch the women. Christi with a sigh, settled herself back onto the tile. Her bound hands beneath her. Jane gave me a withering look but began her slow task of licking at the pools of syrup that coated Christi's body. Her tongue traced along Christi's face, the hollow of her chest, her bare breasts, her hips, her belly button. Christi being ticklish squirmed deliciously, but allowed Jane to lick up as much of the excess syrup as she could. These girls were going to be completely sick of the taste of the sweet stuff by the time they were done. Jane even had to lick at Christi's bare toes causing Christi to gasp uncontrollably.

I got to my feet and quickly walked upstairs, leaving Jane to her task. The shower was still running as I walked into the bathroom.

"Just about done in there?" I asked to a chorus of squeals.

"We're just about done. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get syrup out of long hair?" Elizabeth asked, poking her head around the shower doors. "I had to have Amy wash my hair four times."

"It gets harder when the water is cold." I opened the door a bit and reached in, shutting off the hot water. Whoever was under the spray, Amy I think, screamed as the cold water hit her body. The girls scrambled out of the spray.

"Amy?"

"Y-yes sir?" she responded from where she was pressed up against the other two girls, shivering.

"Under the spray. A full two minutes."

"Please no. I'm rinsed. I'm clean."

"Two minutes. You want five?"

She gingerly stepped forward, gasping as the cold water hit her bare feet.

"Please?"

I shook my head and she took a deep breath. She screamed as she threw her unprotected body under the freezing spray. I glanced at my watch and tried to ignore her begging as she stood under the water. After two minutes I touched her. She was dancing under the water trying to warm herself.

"Thank God," she whispered as she emerged dripping from the shower. Her teeth were chattering and she hugged herself as she stepped out. I handed her a towel and she immediately wrapped it around herself, trying to get the cold water off her body.

I motioned for Elizabeth to do the same thing. She threw me a pleading glance, but stepped under the spray. She screeched as well as the cold water hit her. I forced her to stand under it for two full minutes and then allowed her a towel. I had to ignore her begging and pleading.
She too was shivering as she stepped out of the shower.

"You bastard," she hissed at me as she emerged. Her nipples had contracted to tiny hard points under the freezing cold spray.

Sheila simply stepped under the spray without any hesitation or sounds. She was shivering, but stood still while the cold water cascaded over her bare body. When I allowed her out from under the water, she daintily stepped out, hugging herself and shivering. I let her have a towel.

Amy couldn't contain her curiousity. "You didn't scream?"

"I'm used it," Sheila explained. "Evan didn't have hot water in my shower at all. It's cold, but I guess I'm just used to it. I had to shower. He. He would have been rougher with me if I'd been dirty."

"Alright. Dry off. Warm up. And wait for me in the bedroom."

Sheila touched my shoulder as I turned to leave. "Master? I. I feel a lot better today. Do. Do you want me to put on make up."

"If you feel alright." Her bruises had reduced a great deal. Her face was almost back to normal. Her side still looked tender though.

"I'll put some on. Maybe Elizabeth can help me."

I nodded and exited the bathroom. Elizabeth and Amy were fighting over the hair drier again as I left. I was sure that they'd be done and waiting for me by the time I was done with Christi and Jane.

When I reentered the kitchen, Jane had turned over Christi and was licking at her shoulder blades. Christi looked a lot cleaner. At least enough to be able to crawl without too much danger of dripping.

"Ladies?"

They looked up at me.

"I hope you are enjoying Jane's mouth, Christi?"

"It feels alright," she answered back. "Better than a whipping."

"Did she do your breasts?"

"Yes." Christi flushed a little. It was harder to tell with Jane, syrup was still all over her face.

"That's good, because you both have to climax before I take you upstairs."

"You're kidding."

I shook my head and settled back to watch.

Jane spoke. "God. I don't think I can use my tongue much longer."

Christi struggled to her knees. "Let me, then."

With the words, Jane lay back on the tile and let Christi use her tongue to clean the syrup from her body. I watched, fascinated as Christi once again used her tongue on another woman. Jane flushed as Christi was forced to circle her nipples with her tongue. Gasping.
Finally, before moving down to clean Jane's legs, Christi dipped between Jane's legs, urging her thighs apart.

"May as well get this part over with while I'm here."

Jane nodded, knowing to protest was useless. I watched as Jane closed her eyes and concentrated on whatever her fantasy was. Christi's tongue darted between her folds, finding her clit and finding her rhythm. Soon Jane was lost in pleasure, moaning and completely unaware that I was watching her make love with another woman. The seventeen year old cried out as she climaxed, arching, screaming, and finally panting as she finished.

"I'm done. Christi, sweety, I'm done."

Christi looked up. Curious. "How was it?"

"Good. God did that feel good."

"I have to finish your legs, okay?"

Jane nodded, lying her head back, her matted hair sticking to the floor behind her. Christi continued to lick her way down Jane's thighs and calves slowly cleaning the excess syrup from her. She took more care around the knees, knowing that they'd be crawling and I'd be
looking for any excuse to punish them. Finally she licked the excess from Jane's bare feet and knelt up.

Jane struggled to her knees. I looked at the women.

"Christi needs to climax as well."

"Please no. You know I don't want to. I. I'll do whatever you want but that."

"You'll whip her for me?"

"Please no. I. I'll do what you want. I can't whip her." Christi began to lower herself back to the floor, cringing at her state, her stickiness, the floor.

Jane looked pleadingly at me, but bent to her task. She quickly lowered her head between Christi's thighs and began to pleasure the other woman. The blonde closed her eyes and began to concentrate on the sensations between her legs. Jane's tongue wasn't as experienced as Christi's was, but Christi was soon moaning anyway. It had been a while since I'd allowed them any relief. Either one of them.

"Beg Jane to let you climax."

"What?" Christi's eyes opened wide, uncomprehending.

"Beg Jane for a climax. I don't want you fantasizing that it's a guy down there. It's Jane. A woman. Beg her for your orgasm. Call her a slut."

"You must be joking. I can't."

"Would you rather be hog-tied all day, right where you are now? Or perhaps you'd prefer to be bound into a chair with Jane licking you for hours?"

"Oh God no. Please don't make me do this."

Jane had not stopped her ministrations while I was talking to Christi. Christi moaned as the sensations of Jane's tongue made their way to her brain.

"Alright. You don't have to do it. But you may as well get the rope now."

"Oh God. Okay." She closed her eyes. "Please let me climax."

It sounded very flat. I crouched beside Christi and began to pinch her nipples. She cried out as the pressure became painful for her.

"Ahhh. Please stop. It hurts."

"Beg her. Use her name."

"Alright. Alright. Just stop."

I released her and forced her to lick at my fingertips that had picked up a light coating of syrup from her nipples. When my fingers were clean, Christi took a deep breath, unable to continue whatever her fantasy was. "Please, Jane? Use your soft tongue. Make me scream. Let
me climax. Oh God. I can't do this. Please?"

I returned to my chair watching the girls.

"Oh God. I'm sorry Jane. Use you tongue on my pussy, slut. Make me cum for our Master. Oh God. Make me scream."

At the last words Christi exploded to Jane's tongue. Her body arched and she bucked against her bonds. She cried out as she climaxed. Her head fell to the side, whispering Jane's name.

As she fell over the edge, Jane rocked back on her knees, finished her task. She worked her tongue around in her mouth, working out the cramps, perhaps trying to lose the sweet taste of the syrup and Christi.

I let Christi recover for a few minutes before ordering her to her knees.

I released both girl's hands and forced them to their hands and knees. They complied, too exhausted and dirty to care. I carefully poured a last bit of syrup onto their insteps. I indicated that they should lift their feet slightly to ensure that they didn't spill any. I was going to force them to lick it off later.

The two girls remained on the floor as I rose to my feet. Their dirty hair hung in matted braids beside their faces. Their still sticky bare breasts hung beneath their bodies. Their bare feet raised, their soles stained with the syrup.

"You two ready for the shower?"

"Please?" Jane and Christi both whispered. They hadn't been up more than two hours and already I'd put them through a grueling torment.

I watched as their nude bodies fell into an awkward crawling motion. I held doors for them as they slowly and painfully made their way, the long way, through the house. They had a lot of trouble with the stairs, but I forced them to remain on their hands and knees despite their groans and begging to be let up. They looked like a pair of gorgeous abused females as they obeyed my directions. I wished I had a camera to capture the sight of them as they crawled. Miserable.

Finally we made it to the bathroom. Elizabeth, Sheila and Amy were long gone. Presumably, they were waiting as ordered in the master bedroom.

"Knees," I ordered the miserable girls on the floor. They automatically found their way to their knees. Their sticky hands resting easily on their thighs. "Thighs apart."

They complied, sliding their knees apart and exposing themselves for me. They seemed a little surprised at the order. I usually let them kneel a little more modestly. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and just looked at them. They did look pathetic and I almost felt sorry for them. Just two naked, syrup encrusted women trying to make the best of a terrible situation. I don't know how they did it. Stayed sane. They looked so sexy kneeling there for me.

I spoke to them gently. "You two have been really good today so far. I'm surprised. No complaints. Good obedience. I'm going to take a quick shower, if you are in exactly this same position when I get out, I'll let you take a long hot shower together. And you'll get a pleasant surprise when you get out. Alright?"

They both nodded. I was sure that they wouldn't move an inch from those positions. I suspect the only thing on their minds was to get into this shower and wash the remainder of the syrup from their bodies. They waited as they had to.

"Ladies? Remember that small amount of syrup I put on your feet before we left the kitchen?"

They nodded unhappily.

"Time to clean it off. You know the drill."

Resigned, Christi rose up on her knees. The upturned bottom of her feet still were covered in the syrup. Jane sighed and bent herself down, supporting herself with her hands. Her tongue snaked out and she daintily licked up the other woman's soles. Christi squirmed at the
sensations, but managed to keep still enough to allow Jane to finish. The sight was exceptionally arousing. I didn't know how much longer I was going to be able to hold out before using one of the girls.

Jane and Christi reversed positions, Jane allowing Christi to lick the syrup off her feet. She finished and looked up at me from her hands and knees.

Jane touched her hair again and spoke. "Please. God. Please can we shower? Master? Please?"

I nodded and the girls just about tripped over one another scrambling to their bare feet. They were in the shower and gasping beneath the spray before I finished dressing.

I left them to wash each other and wandered out into the hallway towards the master bedroom.

I peeked into the master bedroom where the three girls were kneeling on the floor and quietly talking. They hushed as Elizabeth noticed my presence. She looked up at me expectantly. I just gazed in at them, three young women, glowing from their shower, kneeling for me.

Without a word, I carefully shut the door on their confused faces and walked back down to the dining room. I picked up the clothes laid out so carefully on the table from the previous night. Pursing my lips, I draped the fabric over my arm, the fabric of the evening gown sensual, the jeans and sweater a bit harsher against my skin. I reminded myself that I could always make them strip for me, and made my decision.

I made my way upstairs and silently entered the bathroom. The girls were still splashing in the shower. I carefully laid the clothing down on the counter for them and breathed in the smell of the steam and the soap.

"God, that was awful," Jane murmured to Christi behind the shower curtain. I smiled.

"You'll never get it all off me. Christ. I'll never eat syrup again as long as I live. I swear it."

"Quit squirming, I can't get your hair clean if you keep moving around like a monkey."

"We have to get clean and quick. I wonder what his problem is today. He was so nice to us last night."

"I don't know. I'm not sure he ever really has a reason. Am I done?"

"Hell no. I'm going to have to wash you again. Jesus, you're sticky."

"You think we can rinse with warm water? He didn't let the others."

"I guess not. I can go beg him, once I'm clean."

"He'll punish you for leaving the shower."

"I know. But, I want a hot rinse."

"How would he know?"

"He'll know."

I smiled to myself. Truthfully, I had no idea if they followed my instructions when out of sight. For all I knew they could have used the shower individually and rinsed any way they chose. But there was always the chance that I'd sneak in when they didn't know I was there and find out. Then there would be hell to pay. I almost just left then, interested what they'd come up with on the cold rinse problem on their own, but as I was leaving the bathroom I decided to give them a break. It would reinforce that I could listen anytime I wanted. Their privacy was nil.

"Girls?"

They both screamed as the unexpected voice registered with them, surprising them.

"God, you scared us." Christi managed to speak from behind the shower stall.

"Doing something you shouldn't?"

"No, master, just showering like ordered," Jane replied. "Please, Master ..."

"No questions, girls," I cut her off before she could ask the rinse question.

"Yes, sir," Jane replied quietly, knowing that she would have to risk punishment no matter what they decided to do. It would be easy for me to tell what the temperature of their final moments in the shower were. Amy had been ice cold for at least ten minutes after suffering
the cold spray.

I turned to leave smiling at their discomfort.

"Warm water is fine for rinsing." I said over my shoulder as I turned away from the bathroom.

"Thank-you, sir. Thank-you," I heard Jane's voice calling softly from behind the stall.

I smiled and returned to the bedroom. The girls were still kneeling and they all turned towards me as I pushed open the door. They all remained silent as I plopped onto the bed.

"Talking about me?"

Elizabeth nodded while the other two shook their heads.

"Elizabeth? You were talking about me and the other's weren't?"

She paled, realizing their mistake. "No, sir. I. I got confused. It's. It's just that I'm still not used to being here."

"After all this time?"

"No. You never quite get used to being nude and subservient all the time."

"So you were talking about me?"

"Yes. I mean no."

"Elizabeth. Calm. I'm not going to punish anyone for talking about me. Doesn't really matter. I'm not even going to ask what you were calling me."

"Yes," she finally replied. Beaten. She knew that I knew.

"Good. Now, how'd you like your morning? Your breakfast?"

"Truthfully?"

I nodded.

"I can't speak for everyone, but the pancakes were wonderful. I could have done without the syrup shower, though."

"So you didn't like the syrup?"

"You have no idea how icky that was."

"Hmmm. I'll have to keep that in mind."

"Please not again. We've been good girls, haven't we? We even let you do that without a single complaint."

"Well, you are all nice and clean now. I'm not about to spoil it."

All the girls looked relieved. I lay back into the pillows and closed my eyes.

"Sir?" Sheila hesitantly raised her voice.

I opened my eyes and stared at her. I'd never seen her like this. Her face had on light make-up and her hair was brushed out around her shoulders. Except for the bruise on her left side, she was radiant. I could see that her side was still causing her discomfort, but she was
bearing it well.

"I just wanted to know what you wanted us to do," she asked meekly.

"Just kneel there and look pretty."

She looked down and swallowed, a bit embarrassed still that she had to follow orders like that. The girls remained silent for the next five minutes. Finally I rose up onto one elbow and gazed back at them. All of them lowered their eyes, knowing that something was finally up. On one hand the waiting was over, on the other, whatever was planned for them they weren't likely to enjoy.

"Amy?"

"Yes, sir."

"To your feet."

The girl struggled to rise to her bare feet. She stood uncertainly looking at me on the bed. Not sure what was expected of her, knowing that she would do it. Whatever it was.

"Drag that chair out into the middle of the floor."

Sheila and Elizabeth shifted on their knees to allow Amy to place the chair approximately where they were kneeling. It was the straight-backed desk chair that Gertrude used as a cosmetic seat, the same chair that I had sat on so often comforting the women when they
were stuck in the bed. Amy placed it and then went to sit. Realizing that I hadn't told her to sit, she caught herself before lowering and simply stood at the side with her hands at her hips.

"You can sit."

"I don't mind standing."

"Sit."

She paled a bit and lowered herself into the chair, crossing her legs modestly, facing me, hands demurely in her lap. The bondage pack was lying on the ground by the side of the bed. Normally, I'd wait for Jane, her being a better knot tyer than I, but I wanted to feel Amy's silky skin as I bound her into the chair.

I reached for the bag, pulling some soft cord from it.

"You don't need to tie me up, you know," Amy implored quietly.

"I know I don't, sweety. But I want to, this time. I'll try not to make it too uncomfortable."

"Being restrained is uncomfortable. I'll do whatever you want without it. I've learned my lesson."

"Hush, sweety. I don't want to gag you as well, but I will. What I want is your pretty body tied into that chair. It isn't a punishment. I'm not going to hurt you beyond putting rope on you. Okay?"

She mutely nodded, tears rising unbidden to her eyes. Her helplessness was still coming home to her. She knew that I would do with her as I pleased. It didn't matter what she wanted. She was fighting every urge in her body not to simply rise out of that chair and run. There was so little stopping her. And yet she knew that she had to sit there, nude and vulnerable, and let me tie her up. Like it or not. Reason or not.

I lifted myself off the bed and crouched beside her chair. The other two girls just waited quietly on their knees, happy that it wasn't them being bound.

I touched her wrist gently, guiding it to the back of the chair. Her skin was silken from the long shower she has just taken. She smelled of spring flowers. That scent that is so uniquely female mixed with the flowers, intoxicating. I almost regretted what I was about to do
to this creature.

I fought back my urge to let her be, and carefully bound her small wrist to the back support, lashing it in place. I was careful not to obstruct her circulation, she could be sitting here for a while. I repeated the procedure on her right wrist. I stepped back and watched as she unconsciously pulled at her trapped wrists, tears still falling slowly down her face. She didn't have a clue what was going to happen to her while she was unable to stop anything.

I knelt at her feet. Her legs were still crossed. I touched her delicate ankle and she closed her eyes, letting her legs fall apart towards the chair legs, knowing I was going to tie her legs apart as well. I carefully moved her bare feet to the outside of the chair legs and lashed them in place. Again, she pulled at the bonds, but knew that she was stuck there until I freed her. She squirmed, but didn't offer up any complaints as I bound her knees to the chair arms and
placed cord above and below her bare breasts, accentuating them and securing her back into the chair.

I pulled at her ropes gently, and satisfied, I returned to the soft bed. She continued to weep quietly in her chair as I watched her. Finally she lifted her eyes to look at me with pleading there. She spoke softly.

"Sir? Please? If you don't want me to speak just tell me, I really don't want to be gagged." She paused, waiting for a moment to give me time to chastise her. I didn't. I could see the vulnerability in her wet eyes. She knew what she was wide open and helpless, and it
frightened her. None of the girls knew what they were in for this morning. I'd been very unpredictable. She continued her plea, "I. I don't want to be tied. I'll do whatever you want. I'll fuck ... I mean you can rape me. I. I don't mind. I'll kneel all day for you. Please don't hurt me. I haven't done anything."

"Let's see now. What have you done this morning? You spilt syrup. You spoke without permission. You tried to get out of a cold shower. You screamed under the cold water. You lied about whether you were talking about me earlier. And you are pleading now, even though I warned you that I wanted you to hush. I think I've been rather tolerant of you, so far."

She paled, not having any idea that she had made so many mistakes in one morning. But I wasn't punishing her. I was just pointing out that she wasn't as innocent as she was making out. Truthfully, I was being rather unfair, and I knew it. Most of the things I'd mentioned didn't
bother me at all, and in some cases were hardly her fault. But she also knew better than to question such unfairness. She wasn't in any position to question it.

"Oh God. Please don't hurt me. I. I don't want to be hurt. I'll do anything to make it up to you. I can be good. I will be good. I'll try harder. Please. Oh God. Please."

Even the other women had paled here, realizing that they were just as guilty of the perceived disobedience that Amy was.

"Shush," I said to her kindly. "Amy, darling, I'm not punishing you. You are not tied to that chair as a punishment. It might be a little uncomfortable, but I have no intention of hurting you yet."

Amy struggled to keep her tongue, wanting to beg, wanting out. Frightened. I watched fascinated as the emotions and the tears fell across her face.

I took a breath and looked over at the other two girls, evaluating. I made my decision.

"Elizabeth?"

She was still pale but answered automatically.

"Yes, sir?"

"I'm interested in seeing a girl-girl scene."

"Oh God. Please no."

"Are you refusing?"

She swallowed and took a deep breath. "I don't know. Please. I'm clean. I. Please don't make me. I can't. She's upset. I'll do anything else. Wouldn't you rather have me?"

I looked at her quizzically. She hadn't been one to refuse anything. I mentally stepped back and approached from a different angle. Perhaps she was just begging, but her voice had that edge to it. She might dig in her heels on this one. Why, I couldn't fathom. It wasn't like I was
going to whip her while she licked Amy or anything. This should have been easy.

"Elizabeth, I'm ordering you to lick Amy between her legs. I don't care if she orgasms or not, I just want to see you do it."

"Oh God. Please. No. I can't."

Amy whispered from her chair. "Elizabeth, come on. You have to. I don't mind."

I turned to Amy. "Haven't you said enough?" I asked her quietly but with some menace. Amy's mouth snapped shut, and she struggled with her ropes a bit then quieted. Afraid of being gagged.

"Elizabeth?"

"Oh God. Please. I've let you pour shit on me. I've placed myself under a freezing cold shower for you. I've crawled for you. I've done everything you fucking asked. Please, don't make me do this. Not to her. I'll do you. I'll let you tie me up all day again. I'll crawl on my hands and knees all day for you. I'll switch places with her. I'll let you have all of them lick me. You can rape me. But please. Not Amy. Don't make me do this."

Her face was getting redder and she was beginning to panic. For some reason she didn't want to make love to this girl. I guess I couldn't blame her. For some reason it had stuck in her mind as something worth fighting about. It wasn't and she was going to discover that the hard way.

I considered. "Alright. I won't make you lick Amy right now. But you realize that you've earned yourself a punishment."

Elizabeth paled and swallowed heavily. "Yes, sir. I realize that. Thank-you." She looked relieved. She wouldn't be relieved for long, but for now she thought that she'd had some control over her fate.

I turned to Sheila who was kneeling quietly, watching in fascination, on the other side of Amy's bound body. As she noticed the attention shifting to her, she looked up at me.

"Mayer made me do women. I've done it before. I'll do it," she said reluctantly. "What are you going to do to her?" Meaning Elizabeth.

"Telling would ruin the surprise."

"Don't hurt her, okay? You'll get your girl-girl sex. You don't need to hurt her."

I nodded, though I had every intention of hurting her. Until she begged to lick Amy.

I watched as Sheila reluctantly shuffled forward on her knees and placed her hands atop Amy's bare knees. She took a deep breath and spoke to the girl that she'd only met recently.

"Amy, sweety. I want to be clear on this, before I start. I know you can't talk. I know you don't want this any more than I do. But I have to do it. I don't want to see you punished, or me punished because of this. It's just skin. I know you understand, but I just wanted to be clear. Its. It's the first time we've been together. Alright? I don't mind if you don't."

Amy nodded through her tears and braced herself. I hadn't ordered her to enjoy the sensations, and she realized that. She closed her eyes and sort of turned her head away as much as she could, as Sheila slowly lowered her head between the widely stretched thighs. I heard a moan from both women as Sheila's tongue began its exploration of Amy.

"Elizabeth?"

She turned towards my voice, fright plastered across her features. I motioned for her to approach the bed. She swallowed, and shuffled forward on her bare knees, probably frightened of increasing her punishment by rising to her feet.

"Please sir. This slave begs forgiveness."

I touched her bare shoulder, indicating that she should rise to the bed. She did, sitting on the edge, looking in fear at my face. I could still hear Amy and Sheila's small noises as they had sex, but I tried to ignore it, having to deal with this woman in front of me first.

"Kneel." Elizabeth hastened to obey, bringing her legs up onto the bed and kneeling demurely beside me. When she saw me pick up the handcuffs from the bedside table, she gave be a look of pleading, but allowed me to cuff her wrists behind her back. She didn't even ask why, knowing the reason.

"Come lie down with me."

She struggled with her hands pinned behind her, finally stretching her bare body out with her back against me. Her bound hands reached for my groin, but I stopped her. She turned her head as much as she could, confused.

"Why, Elizabeth?"

"Why do I want to touch you?" A note of incredulity crept into her voice.

My eyes had returned to the view of Sheila slowly licking at Amy's pussy in front of me. Amy was pulling at her ropes, eyes closed. Concentrating. I wasn't sure if she was concentrating on Sheila's sensations or on trying to ignore them. It wasn't like I'd ordered either female to enjoy it or climax.

Still watching the girls having forced sex in front of me, I wrapped my arms around Elizabeth, letting my hands idly brush at her nipples. She gasped as she realized what I was doing, but finally just relaxed, knowing that if I wanted to touch her, I would. If I was going to put her in pain, I would. Nothing she could do about it.

"Why wouldn't you do what Sheila is doing? You knew you'd be punished."

She paled, I could see it from where I was lying. "Please, sir. I. I don't know. Normally I would have. I swear it. But. I don't know. I'm tired. And I'm tired of having to listen to you. And I didn't feel like making love to another woman."

"It's going to be worse. Your punishment."

"I know. God. I'm hoping I can make you forget about that." I felt her finger tips find me through my jeans. "There are nicer things that I could do for you rather than punish me."

"Elizabeth. Stop. You are getting punished whether you play or not. Right now, I just want to watch the two beautiful women in front of us and find out why you disobeyed." I carefully pinched her erect nipples making her cry out a little. Amy opened her eyes, seeing me fondling Elizabeth. She moaned again and closed her eyes.

He hands stopped their probing behind her with the pain in her breasts. She tacitly understood that she wasn't to play with me. For the second time today, I wondered if I was complete moron.

"Please, sir. I'll be good. I swear it. I'm sorry."

"I don't understand. Did you want a punishment?"

"No sir. I. I just didn't want to lick Amy. Badly enough to risk a punishment. I. God. I'm so fucking tired of being a slave. Having to lie here naked and handcuffed, not being able to stop you from caressing my skin, not being able to stop you from hurting me. Not being allowed clothing. You have no idea what it's like. Never knowing. Being punished because I didn't want to have sex. I'd give you all the sex you want. Willingly. Why do you want me to make love
to another woman, when you know I'm straight?" Tears were falling from her eyes as she spoke.

"It excites me."

"Of course it does. We're not even human to you anymore, are we? I'm a person down here. I have a will. I hurt, and cry. Remember? I can choose who I'm with, can't I?"

"Not in this timeline. I choose for you. And I know you hurt. That's why you are supposed to listen to orders." I pinched her again, letting her know I was still there. She cried out again and squirmed in my arms. All the instincts in her body telling her to get up and stop this. She fought them down, knowing that it would just increase her discomfort later.

"Please. I know. I know. I'll do what you want. I'll take Sheila's place. I don't want to be hurt. I. I'm frightened."

"Change your mind?"

"Yes. Yes. Please stop pinching me. Oh God."

The two women had stopped at Elizabeth's cries of pain. I glanced over at them and Sheila quickly bent back to her task, slurping noises came from the chair.

"Elizabeth, I'm afraid it's far too late. I can't let you get away with outright disobedience anymore than I'd let any of the girls get away with it. Whether you lick her now or not, I'm going to punish you."

"Oh God." She closed her eyes and tried not to think about what I might have planned for her. I continued to lightly brush at her nipples and watch Amy and Sheila. Amy's breathing had significantly increased since Sheila had begun.

Elizabeth fell in and out of soft sobbing as I played with her body. Eventually I stopped touching her as Christi and Jane walked into the room. I was surprised to see that they were both unclothed. Their clothing was draped over their arms. As soon as they entered the room
they both dropped to their knees.

They were both stunning, as usual. After a shower, these girls absolutely glowed. Their hair shone, their finger and toe nails were both bright pink. Their faces had light make-up.

"Why aren't you dressed?" I asked Jane.

She swallowed her pride and replied, "This slave was unsure whether she was allowed to dress. I. She knows that her clothes were in the bathroom, but she also knows the penalty for dressing without permission. Master had not given her explicit permission. She really
doesn't want to be covered in syrup again. Please let her dress. Please?"

I smiled at that. I thought I'd been clear that they should dress by just laying out the clothes. They were obviously hoping to dress, but decided to play it safe. Smart girls.

I nodded, pleased at them. "Go on. Get dressed."

Smiles broke out on their faces and they looked positively radiant as they pulled the clothing over their nudity. Jane adjusted the garment around herself and knelt quickly. It took Christi a bit longer to get into her sweater and jeans, her fingers still playing at the top button of the jeans as she, too, knelt for me.

I could see that they were dying to ask about the two girls having sex, but held their tongues. I made them stay on their knees for a few minutes just watching the naked women making love in the chair. Amy was almost certainly getting flustered in her ropes. Her nipples had
reacted to the stimulus and she still had her eyes closed. I had no idea how good Sheila was, but apparently she was fairly good. Perhaps I'd have to sample her mouth soon as well.

I tore my gaze away from Amy and Sheila and addressed Jane and Christi as though Elizabeth wasn't in my arms.

"Elizabeth has already earned herself a punishment."

"Oh Liz," Christi sighed. "What did she do? If I'm allowed to ask."

"She was supposed to be where Sheila is."

"Elizabeth, honey. You know he'll make you do it anyway."

"I. I know," the girl whispered in my arms.

I released the nude woman in my arms. "Kneel."

She scrambled to obey, already afraid of her punishment that she'd been unable to avoid so far. I gazed into her soft face, brushing at her hair that curled around her face.

"Now, Elizabeth, you get an extra torment."

She just hung her head, not wanting to know. Not even knowing what brought this latest torment on.

"You get to choose a girl to join you in your punishment. We don't want you to suffer alone, now do we?"

She looked up in horror, realizing what I was asking of her.

"Oh God. Please no. Just me. Don't punish anyone else. God. They haven't done anything."

"I have half a mind to just punish two of the others and make you watch what you caused."

"Oh God. You bastard. You can't do that."

"Actually, I can. But I think it would be much more effective if I punish two girls with you being one of them."

Tears began to run down her face. "Oh no. Please no. I'll take whatever you want. Just punish me. Twice if you have to. They don't deserve it. It was me. Not them. Please, have some pity. They'll hate me. Oh God ..." she broke down to sobs at this point, her hands softly fighting the restraints on her. Wanting to strike out at me, but unable. I let her cry for a while until she calmed a bit.

"Elizabeth, you should think about these things before disobeying."

"Jesus Christ. It's not fair. We. I. Please. What can I do to stop this? I'll be good. I'll beg to have sex with Amy. All of them. Anything. You don't need to punish anyone else. Oh God. We're not animals. We're people. Please. We all have feelings. I don't like it, but I'll let you punish me. Even that's not fair. All I wanted was to be free. I just didn't want to have sex with Amy. That's not that unreasonable. I. Please. Not anyone else. I'll do what you want." Her
tears were falling uncontrollably down her soft face.

"I want you to choose someone else to join you. If you don't choose, I'll pick for you, and all five of you will get punished. Or I'll punish you until you pick someone."

"Oh God. I can't. I can't."

"I'll make it easier on you. I don't want to untie Amy, and Sheila really isn't ready for the punishment I have in mind for you. So that just leaves either Christi or Jane." Both girls shifted uneasily on the floor, but knew that one of them was getting punished, essentially for nothing. But they'd accept it easier than Elizabeth was going to have a time choosing.

"You are such a bastard."

Jane spoke up quietly from the floor. "Elizabeth, honey. Listen to him. Choose one of us and get it over with. It's going to happen anyway, and we're not going to hate you, no matter who you choose. We know who's hurting us and it isn't you. Relax. Pick me. I don't mind."

Christi swallowed hard and spoke in a small voice as well. "Elizabeth, sweety. I don't mind either."

Elizabeth looked up miserably at me, tears rolling down her face.

"I can't," she cried pitifully towards me. "Please don't make me do this. They're the only friends I have."

"Elizabeth, would you rather I crop your breasts?"

She hung her head and nodded.

"You realize that I'll crop them until you decide."

She nodded again miserably.

Jane lowered her head and spoke softly. "Please, Elizabeth, you don't have to go through that. I'll do it. I'll be your punishment partner. Please."

Elizabeth looked up and thrust her chest out towards me.

"Elizabeth, you don't want to do this."

"I'll hold still. Maybe this will lessen what comes later."

"It won't."

"I'll chance it. Can a slave scream?"

"You're not going to be able to hold it in. I promise you."

She tried to control her fear and her tears, her hands weakly pulling at the steel behind her.

"Christi? Can you get the crop for me?"

"Please no. You don't have to do this. Elizabeth, please. For us. We don't want to watch this. Just choose one of us. We don't mind. Honestly."

Elizabeth just shook her head. Seeing this, Christi sighed heavily, trying to control her own tears and retrieved the crop from the pack. As she approached she still tried to avoid this.

"Elizabeth, please."

"Christi, I can't."

"You will anyway. Just pick one of us. Now. Your breasts. It's going to hurt."

I held out my hand. I watched as Christi seriously considered slicing my hand with the crop, but thought better of it. She placed it gently in my hand and glumly turned herself away. She padded back to her spot on her bare feet and knelt, her clothes rustling as she moved. If
Elizabeth picked Christi, she was going to lose those clothes and she knew it.

"Ready?" I whispered to Elizabeth.

She nodded, holding her breath. I glanced over to Sheila and Amy. They had stopped again, and were watching the show with Elizabeth in morbid fascination. Softly I spoke to them. "You two girls want to feel this thing too?"

Sheila paled and dove back to her task. Within moments, the two girls were moaning again, though I don't really know if it was in ecstasy or humiliation. I'd put my money on humiliation.

Without any further warning I brought the riding crop down vertically against Elizabeth's right breast. It danced crazily on her chest and a red mark almost immediately formed beside her nipple. It took a moment for the pain of the blow to register to her brain, and she just knelt
calmly until it hit. Her face screwed itself up in a mask of agony, but she clenched her teeth around it and bore it somehow without crying out. I watched as both Christi and Jane cringed at the sound of the blow. I had held back so that I was on the border of breaking the girl's skin. She would hurt for a long time, but it wouldn't last beyond a few hours.

"Choose?"

She shook her head, this time real fear entering her eyes as she knelt there unable to protect herself from the pain. I let another fall just as hard beside her right nipple, careful not to hit her sensitive nub. This time the pain hit her faster and she gasped in a breath. Her breath came in short bursts, like a woman in labour, trying to ease the stripe of raw pain burning down her breasts.

"Elizabeth, choose."

"I can't."

"You can. The next one is across the nipples."

"Oh God. I can't. Please don't make me do this. Please stop."

I sighed and carefully lined up the next blow. To her credit she knelt still even knowing where the next one was going to land. She wouldn't be able to take much of this. She didn't flinch as the crop lashed across her vulnerable nipples.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Shit. Oh God. It hurts. Please no more. I can't. Can't you see that. I can't. Ow. Ow. Ow. Owie. Oh God, it hurts. Not there. No more. Please."

She had collapsed across the bed to the side, her bare feet kicking weakly, her wrists pulling at their bonds. Anything to cradle her burning breasts and nipples. I let her cry and moan for a few minutes and then got a little impatient.

"Kneel."

"Oh God. I can't."

"You can."

She struggled with her body, trying to force it back up to her knees, her hands impeding her progress. I sat back and watched. Next time I was going to have to help her, but for now she still had the strength to do it herself.

She finally got back to her knees and looked at me miserably through her tears. "Why?" she asked.

"You know why. Because you won't choose. Because you are being disobedient."

"I'm not a damn dog."

"If you are, you're a damn pretty dog. Please. I don't want to hit you again for this. Please just choose one."

"Think about what you are asking. I can't. You're asking me to choose which of two girls are going to be tortured for no reason. I'm not God. Please don't make me do it. You choose."

"We are going to keep this up until you either pass out, or choose. It's going to hurt."

"I know. It hurts already. Believe me, it hurts."

I sighed. It was going to take some time to break her. Eventually it was going to hurt so much that just the thought of another stroke across her vulnerable breasts was going to make her choose, but it was going to take a while. She really didn't want to choose. And I couldn't blame her. But this was part of her punishment. I wasn't going to allow her not to choose. I was becoming a battle between her and I. Her will against mine. She was going to lose.

I watched Amy and Sheila as Elizabeth fought down her pain on the bed. Finally Elizabeth looked up at me with teary eyes from her lying position and gasped.

"Oh God. Please no more. I can't take it any more. It hurts. Christ, it hurts."

"I know it does. Are you ready to choose yet?"

"Oh God. Please no. My tits. My poor tits."

"I won't hit you again if you choose. Jane or Christi? Simple."

"You can't make me do this. I won't."

"Alright. Knees."

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Jane's mouth opened and then shut. She fought with herself while Elizabeth struggled to right herself. Elizabeth collapsed, moaning again into the bed. I had to reach forward to help the crying girl and between the two of us she finally kept her balance on her knees. Moaning.

"Elizabeth," Jane finally braved opening her mouth again. "Please. Just choose me and get it over with. I. I want to do it. Okay, honey? Stop this, before you faint. It's not necessary."

Elizabeth closed her eyes. "Janey, I love you. I can't. Just let me do this my way."

"Elizabeth, please. I can't watch this anymore." Jane looked up at me with pleading in her eyes. She addressed me, switching back to slave talk. "M-master? Please. You are going to kill her. She can't take this. Take this slave. Please. She'll do what you want. She'll let herself be punished with Slave Elizabeth. Willingly. She can't choose. You must understand. I'll do it. Please."

I took a deep breath and looked back at Elizabeth, trying to ignore Jane.

"Elizabeth. The next one is coming across your nipples again."

"Oh God. No. No more. Please. I'll do what you want." I could see the raw fear in her eyes. The fear of that crop crashing across her nipples again. Afraid that she wouldn't pass out. She was cringing back now, not bravely thrusting her breasts towards me anymore.

"You'll do what I want?"

"Anything."

"You'll choose a girl to be punished with?"

"Yes. You bastard. I will." Her breath was ragged, her striped breasts rising and falling with her efforts at controlling her pain. "Just, for the love of God, quit hitting me. Please."

I lay back onto the bed and watched the girl suffer. She closed her eyes and moaned as another residual wave flowed through her body. I glanced back at the nude girls making love on the chair. They looked frightened as well, but continued their ordered activities. Amy
pulling at her ropes.

"Well?" I spoke softly to Elizabeth.

"I. I don't deserve this. I just didn't want to have sex with a woman. Please."

"You knew that you were going to be punished."

"But it hurts."

"Punishments usually do."

"But ... you have no idea ... please. I'm a person over here," she was in tears again.

"I know you are, Elizabeth. Come on. I don't want to hurt you anymore. At least not in this pointless game. Pick one and we can move on. Alright?"

"You are such a god-damn bastard."

"Choose."

Her voice dropped to a whisper as she turned her head towards Jane and Christi kneeling on the floor in their clothing.

"I'm so sorry. I wanted to hold out. But it hurts. God it hurts. Janey? Please forgive me. Please?"

"You're choosing Jane?"

"Yes, goddamn you."

Jane rose to her bare feet and walked carefully over to the bed. Giving me lots of time to order her back to her knees. I didn't. Jane carefully embraced the naked woman kneeling on the bed. Both having tears running down their faces. Jane carefully traced Elizabeth's welts, gently kissing her bare breasts. Nothing sexual, just comfort.

"We'll do this together. Okay? Don't worry about me, just worry about getting yourself through whatever he's going to do to us. Alright?" Jane whispered to Elizabeth. "Be strong. You can do it."

Elizabeth, still sobbing in her pain, just nodded. Underneath, though, she knew that she wasn't even strong enough to hold off the pain enough not to choose her punishment partner. She wasn't so sure she could take whatever I had planned for her. But she'd have to.

I let Jane hold Elizabeth in her arms and slipped off the bed. As I walked over to Christi, Amy began moaning a bit more urgently. My attention riveted to the two women by the chair. Amy had her eyes closed and was pulling against the ropes holding her. I watched fascinated as she did her best to thrust her bound hips towards Sheila's mouth. Crying out softly. Biting her lip. Finally, she took a deep breath and held it, straining every muscle in her small body against her bondage. She let her breath out in a gasp and a cry as she crashed through an orgasm. Her breathing ragged. Tears running down her face. When she was done, she opened her eyes, flushing bright red as she realized that we'd all witnessed it. Sheila rocked back on her heels, working her tongue through her mouth, working out the cramps.

I clapped softly. I really hadn't expected Amy to even enjoy Sheila's mouth. I had just had them doing it to provide a distraction and reinforce that I could make them do it. Her orgasm was completely unexpected. I suspect that she hadn't expected it either, judging by her tears and her flush. True, she hadn't been allowed relief for quite some time. And she had been in erotic situations, including this one. Perhaps she was just super-sensitive or something.  Amy blushed even deeper as she heard the soft clapping.

I tore my eyes away from the heaving bound girl and crouched by Christi. She had some evidence of fright in her eyes, but she was reasonably composed, considering.

"You didn't have to do that. What she did wasn't worth cropping her breasts. And I couldn't have chosen either. No matter what you did to me. She's hurt enough. Don't punish her more. For me? Please?"

"Christi, I'm almost tempted to listen to you, but she needs it."

"She's not an animal. She'll do what you want, now. You've won. Leave her alone."

"She's not an animal. I know that."

"You want to punish her, don't you?"

I nodded.

"God help her. Jane didn't do anything. Go easier on her. Okay?"

I nodded. I had no intention of punishing Jane with the same intensity as Elizabeth. Christi was right. Jane hadn't done anything to deserve her punishment. Truthfully, Elizabeth hadn't either. I sat silently, just looking at the fine lines of Christi's face. The others were right, she could easily have been a model.

She got nervous at my inspection of her.

"What?"

I remained silent.

"You want me to do something, don't you? Please don't get me involved in the punishment. I swear, I'll do anything else. Don't make me hurt them. Please."

"Alright. You can do something else for me."

"Oh God. I don't like it when you get in these moods."

"Take Sheila's place."

"You ... you want me to make love to Amy? Please no. Not again."

"Would you rather help me with Jane and Elizabeth?"

"Please. Neither. Tie me to the bed or something while you play. Take me. I want you. I'll make love to you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I would, but right now, I need you to lick Amy."

"God. Alright. If you'll go easier on Elizabeth and Jane. Please?"

"Bargaining? Christi, let's get something straight, okay? You are going to do as I ask, or I will go harder on Jane and Elizabeth."

Realizing that her bargaining power was reduced to ashes, Christi's eyes brimmed with tears.

"You bastard."

I smiled at her. "I won't kill them. I promise. They might be a bit uncomfortable, but they'll be alright. They've been through worse."

"I know. I. I just feel bad for them. As another female."

"They'll be fine. Now, are you going to make love to Amy?"

"If I must."

"You do."

Christi's hands stole to the base of her sweater and she slowly pulled it to her neck. Her whole body was shaking with her soft crying as she did.

"Christi?"

She stopped undressing and looked at me with teary eyes.

"Why are you taking that off?"

"Don't I have to be nude to have sex with Amy?"

"No. You are just licking her. You can keep your clothes on."

Her eyes widened as she realized that she wasn't going to lose her clothes this quickly. A smile almost graced her lips.

"I want you to keep licking her until I tell you to stop. If she climaxes again, give her a few minutes of break and then continue. I'm going to trust you with this. Okay?"

"I guess."

I rose to my feet and approached Amy. Sheila was still kneeling quietly at Amy's bound feet. I touched her blonde head and motioned her to sit up on the bed which she did silently. I crouched beside Amy who was still breathing a bit hard from her climax.

"I wasn't expecting that, you know."

"Neither was I." Tears were dripping down her face as she realized the enormity of what she had done. Climaxed voluntarily with another woman.

"Amy. What happened?"

"I don't know. I really don't. I closed my eyes, and it started to feel good. And I haven't been allowed any relief in days. And I. I guess I got turned on. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about. I'm impressed that you could do it. Listen. I'm going to have Christi continue where Sheila left off."

"Oh God. Please no. I. I don't want it. No more. I climaxed for you. Please."

"Amy. There is precious little you can do about it. Christi is going to be on her knees, right here, and lick you until I tell her to stop. You can enjoy it if you want, or you can hate it. My guess is that hating it will make the time pass a lot slower. Pretend it's your boyfriend or something."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I want to think about you in here with Christi licking you. Knowing it is happening."

"Oh God. Please."

"Up to you, how you deal with it. Okay?"

"I'm not a lesbian. Oh God. Please. I've done everything you want. Please untie me. I don't want to do this. Please?"

"Amy, nobody here thinks you are a lesbian. If you were, this wouldn't be nearly as much fun for me. You are just following orders. Okay?"

"I can't make you change your mind?"

"'fraid not."

She nodded, tears beginning anew as she realized that spread out the way she was, there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. And if she tried, it would just mean punishment.

"Good girl. Christi?"

Christi shuffled forward, her jeans whispering on the carpet. Her bare feet, upturned as she moved. She looked up at Amy who turned her face away, flushed and crying.

"I know, Amy. I don't particularly want to do this either. But he'll go easier on Jane and Elizabeth if we behave. Alright? I'm not into girls either. I've got it harder on this end. Believe me. Mighty hard to fantasize that I'm doing this to a guy when it's you I'm licking. Try to enjoy it, alright? It'll make the time go quicker. I get the feeling we are going to be at this a while." She turned towards me with a look of sadness. "You are a bastard you know. We've been good."

"I know, sweety. I'll give you a long rest after this. Okay?"

She nodded and placed her fingers lightly on the ropes that held Amy's knees apart. She sighed heavily and looked up at Amy again.

"You ready, sweety?"

"As ready as I can be, I guess," Amy took a deep breath waiting for the female tongue to touch her bound body.

Christi leaned forward and hesitantly stuck her tongue between her lips and traced up Amy's lubricated lower lips. Amy gasped, and Christi moaned at the touch. Given Amy's look, I wouldn't be surprised to see her reach another climax eventually. After watching the two
women for a few moments, I turned back to the three girls on the bed.

"You three ready?"

Elizabeth had managed to stop her crying in Jane's arms. Jane shook her head negative, but she knew that it wasn't going to help them.

Sheila spoke gently from her seat on the bed.

"Master? Can a slave ask why she is involved in this? She was kind of busy during your explanation."

I smiled. She had been busy bringing Amy to her first climax of the day.

"Sheila. You are going to help me with Jane and Elizabeth."

"Doing what?"

"I find myself having to punish them. Are you going to be alright helping me?"

"You want me to hurt them? I. I don't know if I can do that."

"I'll keep my eye on you. If you look like you can't do it, I'll decide and get you out. Fair enough?"

"Yes, sir."

"Jane? Come here."

Jane squirmed out from beneath Elizabeth and rose to her bare feet to come stand in front of me. I could smell the flowers in her hair from her shampoo. She was still silky clean. Quite a difference from the sticky girl I had created earlier this morning.

I reached out and fingered the bodice of her dress. It was a strapless dress held up by her breasts. The strapless feature might just come in handy. She looked at me with regret in her eyes.

"I suppose that you are going to want me to take it off."

"Net yet."

"I'd rather strip than have you ruin it. If I have a choice."

"I won't ruin it. And if I do, we'll find you something else to wear."

"Jeans?"

"Maybe. Turn around."

She did, knowing what was coming. She held her hands loosely behind her back allowing me to place the handcuffs around her slender wrists. She whimpered a bit as she felt the steel bite into her skin, but she didn't resist. She knew that she was getting punished one way or the other, and resisting wouldn't make it any easier on her. I'm not sure she quite understood why she was getting punished with Elizabeth, but she was a smart girl. She probably did.

I motioned for the other girls to rise from the bed. They did, Elizabeth having a bit of trouble and favouring her chest, trying to move it as little as possible.

I led Jane out into the hallway, leaving the door open, giving me a view from the hall of Christi licking Amy. Amy's breathing was already getting heavier again as we left the room. Elizabeth and Sheila both trailed me out into the hallway, their bare feet whispering on the carpet.

Her bare feet dug into the carpet as she resisted my guiding hand on her cuffs. She twisted as best she could with an imploring look on her face.

"M-master?"

"Yes?" I indulged her for a moment before we entered.

"Please. I. This slave. She begs for forgiveness. For whatever she or Slave Elizabeth have done. She doesn't want to go in there. Please."

"You'll be okay. I'm not going to kill you."

Elizabeth paled, the whiteness extending her entire body.

"We'll both behave. We'll do anything you want. We'll crawl, we'll beg to make love to you? To Amy? To Christi? Sheila? All of you? Please. This slave doesn't want to be punished," Jane continued in a quick voice.

"Didn't you volunteer, earlier?"

"You were whipping her so hard. And I didn't know we were going in there. Please. Please give us another chance. Whatever we did."

Her whole body was shaking in fear beneath the dress. Her eyes were beginning to tear, but she was struggling for control of that. She knew full well that she had done nothing. Perhaps, that bothered her as well, that she was going to feel pain in there, and she hadn't done anything, perceived or otherwise, to deserve it. She'd been a model slave all morning.

"Jane. You didn't do anything."

"Then, why are you going to hurt me?"

"Who said anything about hurting you?"

"You aren't going to hurt us?"

"I guess you'll have to go in there to find out."

"Oh God. Please."

I heard a small voice from behind me, Elizabeth's. "I'm sorry Jane. I'm so sorry."

Jane gave Elizabeth a reassuring smile through her tears, realizing the effect her pleading was having on the other girl. She took a deep breath, exerted that powerful self-control and stopped the tears. She squared her shoulders and nodded grimly.

I turned. Sheila and Elizabeth were both pale, from their noses to their pretty toes. Sheila, like Jane, and perhaps more so, was fully aware of what was behind door number three. Elizabeth just knew that Jane was really frightened of it, and that was enough to cause her
tears.

I turned the knob of the door and Jane bravely walked through the doorway. The den looked very normal at the moment. A few eyebolts, but otherwise a normal den. The red stain was still marring the surface of the dark carpet, but it had long since dried. I motioned the two nude women into the room. Sheila hesitated, but forced herself to walk in, probably expecting to see Mayer still there. Elizabeth, unknowing, walked in a bit more relaxed, glancing around, not really knowing what had caused the other girls' trepidation.

Two ropes hung from the ceiling where Mayer had been secured. Jane had tied them there, and they dangled like a gallows, gently swaying in the air that had been disturbed by Jane's passing.

Jane swallowed, heavily and turned towards me as I closed the door behind us.

"Where do you want us?"

"By the ropes there."

She paled a bit but moved herself towards the dangling ropes stopping beside one. She stood there uneasily, shifting her weight from foot to foot. I stopped Sheila from following Elizabeth, as she walked over beside Jane. I gently pressed on Sheila's shoulder, urging her to her
bare knees. She sank down, almost automatically.

I walked over to the frightened girls and smiled kindly at them.

"Calm down you two, you look like your about to be shot."

"Aren't we?"

"I promise not to shoot you, unless you get really out of hand."

Jane swallowed, her nervousness still evident on her face. I touched her shoulder, turning her gently around. She turned on her bare feet and presented her back to me. I lightly grasped her wrist by the chain between them and guided her backwards to the rope hanging from the
ceiling.

I tied a quick knot in the rope, capturing the chain. I urged Elizabeth into a similar position on the other rope. The ropes had previously held Mayer's wrists, and were threaded up through the eyebolt and secured to the other bolt in the wall. Almost a pulley arrangement.

Leaving the girls tethered, I walked back and sat in the leather chair. Jane and Elizabeth turned themselves slowly to watch me, remaining silent. I gazed at them, still marveling that I could have these women so far under my control. They had allowed me to do this to them. This teen, in the unfamiliar and stunning evening gown, her hands encased in steel behind her, tethered to the ceiling. Not allowed underwear or shoes. She gazed back at me, almost defiantly. She'd be screaming soon enough.

And Elizabeth. The red head was standing completely nude. She'd allowed me to restrain her, knowing that she was going to be punished for disobedience. Her eyes were lowered, realizing her helplessness.

I let my gaze wander over Sheila. She was more relaxed, knowing that she wasn't going to be punished, just waiting quietly on her knees and watching. Used to being nude.

I turned my attention back to Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth?"

She looked up, her eyes tearing as she realized that she was going to have to speak as well.

"Do you know why you are here?"

"You want to punish me."

"Why?"

"Because I disobeyed. Because I refused to do what you asked."

"Do you know why Jane is here?"

"No. Please let her go? She doesn't deserve this. I'm the one who disobeyed. Please? I'll take whatever you want to do to me, but she's innocent. Please?"

"Do you know why Jane is here?"

"No," she replied. I could see a spark of anger beginning to form in her eyes as I kept reminding her that Jane was here.

"Jane is here as part of your punishment."

Elizabeth's eyes overflowed with tears again, her whole body wracked with sobs as she wept at the unfairness.

"She is going to suffer everything you do."

"Please. I'll be good. I'll do what you say. I'll be obedient. Please."

Jane just looked on grimly. Ironically, she was feeling like she was the cause of Elizabeth's distress.

I rose, ignoring Elizabeth for now and walked to the rope connected to Jane. She turned to watch as I loosened the rope from its anchor. I gently pulled on the rope, using the eyebolt in the ceiling as a pulley. Jane obediently allowed me to raise her hands behind her back. As the pressure increased on her hands, she began to bend involuntarily at her waist. She finally cried out as her arms were pulled up into the air behind her and she was unable to relieve the
pressure on her shoulders any more. I was vaguely reminded of Catherine, and a tree when I took Elizabeth.

Jane whimpered as I tied off the rope, holding her into the awkward position. She softly let one word escape her lips before pressing them together.

"Please."

I ran my hands down her exposed flank, and she involuntarily kicked her bare foot. Not at me, just into the air. She squirmed as much as her arms let her. She felt soft beneath the material of her gown. Soft and vulnerable.

I slowly walked over to Elizabeth's rope. She spoke again.

"Please don't do that to me. Please? Let her go?"

I ignored her again, and gently pulled on Elizabeth's tether. She began to resist almost as soon as her hands began to rise. She squirmed, her mouth forming pleading words.

"Please. Talk to me. Please? M-master? Th-this slave begs you."

"Elizabeth, hush. I'll talk to you after you are like Jane. Okay?"

"No. Please. I can't."

I heard another soft voice speak from the other tether. "Elizabeth? Honey? Just let him do it. You'll end up this way anyway. You don't want a gag do you? You don't want any more welts do you? You have to listen to him. He'll talk to you after. Okay?"

"But ... oh god, please?"

I ignored her again, but this time when I applied pressure to her tether, she didn't resist. I purposely pulled her arms up a little tighter than Jane's, but she had no way of telling that. All she knew was that she was helpless, vulnerable and aching. She had risen on her bare toes to relieve some of the strain on her arms. I casually ran my fingers over her hanging breast, causing her to moan a little at the
touch.

I left the girls in that awkward position, and returned to my comfortable chair. They remained quiet as I just watched them for a few minutes.

Elizabeth raised her head and looked up at me.

"Please, Master. Can a girl speak? Please?"

I sat back in my chair and nodded slowly. I'd allow her to speak for a moment.

She gathered her thoughts, knowing that this was probably her last chance to speak to me before she was screaming or gagged and unable to talk.

She took a deep breath, grimacing at the sensations in her bound arms.

"Master. Please. Can a girl beg for release?"

"You know you are going to be punished, Elizabeth," I told her gently.

"I know. Please. I want to beg for Jane's release from this. I'll do anything you want." She hung her head at the last words.

"You'll beg to have sex with Amy?"

"In a second, if you'll release her. Please. Jane didn't do anything. She doesn't deserve to be in this pain. Please. My arms hurt. Her's do too."

"Elizabeth, you'll beg anyway once I'm done with you."

"Please. What can I offer you?"

"Don't scream."

"Don't scream?"

"Whatever I do to you, you can't scream."

"Oh God. I. I can't. I'll try. Just let Jane go. Please."

"I'll let Jane go when I'm sure you aren't going to scream."

I knew that this was an offer Elizabeth wasn't going to be able to hold up. She didn't know, but I wasn't going to hurt Jane anywhere near the amount that she was going to hurt. But having Jane here was part of her punishment.

"I'll try. Oh God, you can be a monster."

I smiled at that and rose to my feet. I walked back to the kneeling girl and crouched by her.

"Sheila? You alright?"

"You aren't going to hurt them are you? Not really?"

"They'll be fine. A bit sore, but I promise, no bruises. Alright?"

She nodded, tears still forming in her eyes.

"I want you to blindfold Elizabeth and tie her ankles apart."

Sheila just dumbly nodded her blonde head and fell to her hands and knees.

"Sheila, honey. You don't have to crawl."

"I. I'm sorry."

I assumed that Mayer probably had expected her to crawl sometimes. Perhaps she'd been through something like this before. She slowly climbed to her bare feet and made her way to the closet with the toys. I walked back to my chair and watched the girls uncomfortably shift,
trying to ease the ache settling into their arms.

Sheila emerged seconds later holding a leather blindfold and a bar with leather cuffs attached to it. I'm quite sure that she had been the last person to wear them, and she looked distinctly uncomfortable even touching the things. But she walked over to Elizabeth, murmuring
something, probably an apology. She slipped the blindfold over Elizabeth's head, carefully working her red hair out from under the elastic strap. Sheila then knelt behind Elizabeth, urging her feet about three feet apart and attaching the spreader bar to her. Elizabeth moaned as she felt the increase in pressure on her arms as her legs spread apart, but remained relatively quiet.

When she was done, Sheila walked over to my chair, handing me the tiny keys to the padlocks she'd used on Elizabeth's ankles. She then knelt demurely beside the chair, trying not to look at Jane or me.

I bent to Sheila's ear and whispered a command. She paled a bit, but obediently crawled towards Jane. Jane looked up from her bent position and caught my eye, a bit of fear in her face. She remained silent, though.

Sheila knelt in front of Jane and whispered something to her. Again, probably an apology, but this wasn't going to hurt her. Sheila brought her free hands up and slowly began to caress Jane's breasts through the thin gown, just lightly touching her. Jane gasped at the sensations and tried to stop herself from pulling away, knowing that I'd ordered Sheila to do this to her.

I sat back and watched the women, still loving the sights of them playing. Elizabeth was beginning to look really uncomfortable; she was shifting her weight and softly moaning.

I rose silently, and entered the closet. I picked up a small paddle from a shelf and walked back out. I motioned the other girls to be quiet, and Jane, who had twisted around a bit just widened her eyes and hung her head. She knew that the paddle was going to fall on her at some point in the near future.

I walked up behind Elizabeth, still silent. The only warning she got was the swish of the air as the paddle traveled towards her defenseless bare body. The sound probably reached her before the pain did. The paddle left a red mark across her left cheek and she jumped,
desperately pulling against the bonds, trying to close her legs, wanting to scream but knowing that she couldn't. Wanting to see, but blind. She twisted, trying to free herself.

I watched as she gritted her teeth to the pain as it washed over her. Finally she drew in a huge breath and spoke in a strained voice.

"Please. Master. This slave begs you. She didn't cry out. Please release Jane."

Jane moaned again from her position. Sheila was now running her soft hands along Jane's calves. Jane's feet were free but she remained still for the exploration, struggling not to move.

Ignoring Sheila's plea, I brought the paddle down on her right thigh. Not hard, but I'm sure that she had never been exposed to this before and any unexpected blow was a struggle not to cry out. Again she fought her impulses not to scream and won.

"Oh God. I can't take much more of this. Please stop. You said if I didn't scream you'd let her go."

"Hush, Elizabeth. We've only just begun."

The bound girl fell into sobs, her entire bare body shaking with her silent crying. She was beginning to realize that I wasn't just going to hit her once. She'd have to keep control for a while yet before I'd let Jane go. And she knew, as well as I did, that there was no way that she'd succeed. She'd cry out involuntarily soon.

I crouched and let another soft blow land on her left calf. Instinctively she fought the leather holding her bare ankle, trying to move away from the pain. Again, she caught the gasp of pain before it rose to a wail.

Her right calf broke her. She finally cried out, not loud, but enough to be counted as a scream. She fell against her wrists and hung there, defeated.

"Oh God. Please. It hurts. Why? Please let her go. You can paddle me forever. I'll scream, but that's what you want, you bastard. Just let Jane go. Don't make her do this, too. Please?"

I gave her one last quick snap of the paddle against her right buttock wrenching another scream from her lips. She twisted her body more, trying to avoid the next blow that wasn't coming. She continued to beg between gasps and tears.

I crouched by Sheila, leaving Elizabeth to cry to herself in her ropes.

"Sheila, give her a big kiss and then go kneel by the chair."

"Who? Jane or Elizabeth?"

I smiled. "Both."

"You weren't hitting her very hard."

"She hasn't been hit before. I don't constantly beat my women, you know."

Sheila nodded and rose up on her knees. She gently touched Jane's lips with her own, waiting for Jane's response. The girls kissed gently and Sheila crawled her way over to Elizabeth, still crying from her defeat and her pain.

Sheila whispered something to Elizabeth and reached up to touch Elizabeth's face with her lips. Elizabeth kissed back and Sheila crawled over to the chair, demurely kneeling.

Tears welled in Jane's eyes as I carefully worked the bodice of her gown down to reveal her naked breasts. She was breathing hard and her nipples were tight.

I whispered to her. "Sheila's talented, isn't she?"

"God. I just wish more guys knew how to touch girls like that." Jane paused. "You didn't have to hit her, you know. You knew she wouldn't be able to keep quiet."

"I know."

"If you didn't want to let me out of this, you should have just told her."

"She wouldn't have taken no for an answer. She wasn't you out. She was willing to try for you."

"I suppose. What are you going to do with us. With me." Jane looked at her hanging naked breasts.

I reached up under her gown and let my finger trace through her pubic lips. She was wet, and she knew it.

She groaned. "Please don't do this. I. I hate when you do this to me."

"I haven't hit you yet."

"You will."

"Perhaps."

I brushed her nipples with my moistened finger, making her gasp again.

I whispered to her again.

"I am going to punish you both."

She just stood there and shuddered.

"Can you please loosen her arms. I know you've got her tighter than me, and I hurt. Please? For me? I'll do whatever you want out of this game of yours, but you don't need to hurt her as much as you are. She's not used to it."

"She'll be fine."

Jane sighed, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to influence this any further.

"Do what you have to, then." Resigned.

I picked up the paddle and retreated around Jane. She braced herself, knowing what was coming. I let the paddle fall onto her ass. Even through the material she yelped. I continued, mirroring the punishment that I'd given to Elizabeth. Jane, being more used to the pain, was
able to get by with sharp intakes of air, until I increased the strength of the blows to her calves. To her credit, she managed to stay relatively still as I punished her. I wrenched some involuntary cries out of her with the calves and the last harder blow to her buttocks. I knelt in front of her and kissed the tears from her cheeks.

She whispered to me, "Let her go. Please? I'm hot. Wouldn't you rather fuck me?"

I kissed her again and returned to my chair.

to be continued.......