The Vacation

A colleague asked her, “So, Sandra… it’s almost time for vacation. Are you going to the Hamptons again this year?”

“Not this year, Charles. I’ve not completely decided yet, but I’m tired of just going to the Hamptons summer after summer.”

He chuckled. “Well, as they say, a change is as good as a rest. I hope you find something enjoyable. Your schedule has been pretty hectic this year.”

“Yes, it has,” she admitted. “But we know that people need to talk with their psychologist on a regular basis to get through hard times. We need to help all we can.”

“And you’re one of the best,” he complimented his blonde colleague as he walked away. “It’s no wonder that you’re so busy.”

She couldn’t share with Charles the strange compulsion she felt when she’d read that ad. She’d gotten into the habit of reading the ‘underground’ papers, often amazed at the articles prompting the benefits of ‘alternative’ lifestyles. The writers were advocating the glories of some fascinating deviancies. It was great reading for basic psychological research, or so she convinced herself.

But that one ad. The first time she saw it, she assumed it was a joke. But it kept reappearing, along with contact information. In bold letters, its header said ‘BONDAGE SERVICES’ followed by a phone number. Finally, she did a search of that area code, and found it was for a nearby area, outside the city limits. She’d wrestled with the temptation for weeks. In her practice, she’d occasionally had clients who incorporated bondage games into their lifestyle. They weren’t seeing her about a problem with it — they were there to discuss other issues. But they did share that ceding control by being bound or even caged often gave them relief from stress. Lacking control, they experienced relief from worry about decisions. They just submitted, accepted, and found a strange, difficult-to-explain comfort.

Sandra felt that she owed it to herself to learn about this experience first-hand. And this ad offered that opportunity. Still, there was a great bit of mystery wrapped up in that tiny ad. But recently, the ad also cited a web page. She visited that, and found more information, including a list of offered services, testimonials, and, of all things, a Better Business Bureau logo! That was enough impetus for Sandra to start thinking seriously about this. But still she dithered. It seemed that each time she toyed with the idea of ceding control to someone else like that, butterflies took flight in her tummy. But at the same time, she couldn’t deny the moistness that also appeared between her thighs.

Finally, as the time for vacation neared, she decided to act. She called the number. A pleasant female voice answered saying, “Hello, Bondage Services. How may I help you?”

“Hello. I saw your ad and have visited your web site, but I wanted to verify that I’m understanding your services.”

“Certainly, Madam. What are you interested in doing?”

“I’ve got a very stressful job and I want to ‘switch my mind off’ for a long time. In looking over what you offer I have a suspicion of what might help with that. But I’d like your opinion, since this is your field of… shall we say… expertise?”

This led to a spirited discussion about each of the services offered, and an expectation of the possible benefits of each. The provider, Lori, answered each of Sandra’s questions carefully and clearly. She wasn’t giving a rushed sales pitch, allowing Sandra all the time she needed to draw her own conclusions. This cinched it for Sandra. She made an appointment to meet with Lori in the first Saturday of her upcoming vacation, in the afternoon. As she hung up the phone, Sandra’s heart was already accelerating in anticipation. “At least this’ll be quite a departure from going to the Hamptons,” she murmured to herself.

On the appointed day, Sandra nervously dressed to look her best, as if she was going to an important business meeting. She entered the address into her car’s navigation system and set out on this new adventure. “It’s great to get out of the city,” she said cheerfully as her surroundings transitioned from urban to suburban and finally rural. “I’d almost forgotten about fields and what trees look like in their native habitat,” she voiced to her empty car. That prompted her to roll down her windows and let in the fresh air.

Following the navigation instructions, she was free to inhale the countryside scents, like fresh mowed grass or hay, and various floral smells that she could not identify, but enjoyed. There was a lot of green around her, and sparkling ponds and rivulets. The day was perfect for such a drive. The sun was now in the west, not quite ready to set. Thankfully, the navigation system said, “Your destination is 500 yards on the right.”

It was a nicely maintained house, set well back from the road. It had the appearance that it might’ve once been a farm with a lot of acreage, some wooded, and a few outbuildings, set far back from the house. The nearest other houses were about a mile away in either direction. This really was farming country. As Sandra pulled into the long driveway, a dark-haired young woman stepped out onto the porch. She had her hair done up in a ponytail, and was wearing a t-shirt and blue jeans.

As Sandra got out of her car, the young woman walked forward to greet her, extending a hand. Both women were sizing each other up as they shook hands. Sandra said, “Hello, I’m Sandra. Have I come to the right place?” She was thinking, “This woman certainly looks like a farm girl. Her grip is strong, and her hand feels like she’s accustomed to manual labor.”

“Hi, Sandra. I’m Lori. We spoke on the phone. Yes, you’ve come to the right place. Come on inside,” she offered. She was thinking, “Look at the way she’s dressed in those expensive clothes, and look at that car of hers. Her hand feels like she’s never done a day of hard work, but her body appears to be trim, maybe from workouts with a personal trainer. Another member of the privileged upper class wanting to experience a taste of the forbidden. Well, if she’s like most of the others, she’ll probably get more than a taste. We’ll see.”

Inside, they sat on a comfortable sofa, sipping freshly-squeezed lemonade as they finalized their agreement. “So we’ll start with two days, Sandra — you’ll need at least that long to accomplish what you’re after. Then, if you feel like it, we can extend your stay out to the end of the week. Agreed?”

“Yes, Lori. That sounds OK. I really hope I get the intended benefits. I must admit I’m curious, and rather anxious to begin. Oh, here’s your payment.” She handed over the amount to which they’d agreed.

“Thanks, Sandra,” she said, pocketing the money. “OK, let’s get started. Right this way.” She led her blonde client over to a door. Opening it, she flicked on the lights, revealing a staircase going down into the basement. The two women descended into what turned out to be a spacious finished room. The temperature was quite comfortable, but Sandra wasn’t paying attention to that. Her eyes were darting around, her mind slightly spellbound trying to understand all the items she was seeing. From out of nowhere, the phrase ‘Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas any more’ sprang into her mind as she looked around.

Along two walls were pegboards holding hanks of rope, chains, riding crops, dildos, things that looked like modified turkey basters, paddles, floggers, canes, and whips. There were also leather cuffs, handcuffs, metal rods with Velcro loops at each end, colored tapes that looked like shiny latex — all manner of kinky things! Also, arranged around the room were things like a tall cross, a large wooden X, a bed with a steel frame, a huge wood frame against one wall, a padded bench, and a pulley system suspended from a sturdy beam. Then Sandra saw a few cages of varying size, and her heart started thumping hard in her chest.

“That’s what I contracted for,” she mentally reminded herself. “To be locked in a cage for at least two days, with nothing to do. To be forced to slow down and relax.” She was a little fearful of this upcoming ordeal, but she had to be honest with herself. She was also curious about how she’d react. She got her first inkling of that when she heard Lori issue a command.

“Take off all your clothes, Sandra,” she ordered, her tone of voice having taken on some strange quality that shocked Sandra.

“Undress?” she thought, her heart climbing into her throat. “In front of this virtual stranger?” Sandra wasn’t actually shy about her body and its appearance, but the suddenness of that command caught her by surprise. “What? Here? Now? In front of you, Lori?”

Lori’s voice acquired a steely edge as she spoke sharply. “I’m not thrilled to have to repeat my commands, Sandra. You’ve now lost the privilege of being placed in the big cage, so you’re going into the medium one. That is, unless you balk again, in which case you’ll go in the smallest one.”

Sandra’s eyes bulged slightly as she examined the cramped little cage, and her hands flew up to her neck and began unbuttoning her blouse as quickly as possible. Without delaying to pull the blouse off her shoulders, she reached back to the zipper of her skirt and shoved it down. This allowed her to let her skirt drop, so she could step out of it as she removed her blouse. She kicked off her pumps and leaned over to rapidly roll down her pull-up stockings and step out of them. She almost hesitated at her bra and panties, but another glance at that smallest cage solidified her decision. She reached back, unhooking her bra. Leaning forward again, she shrugged the bra away as her hands yanked down her panties. As she stood naked now, one part of her mind declared, “I’ve never gotten undressed that fast before!”

“That’s better,” Lori stated. She opened the door to the middle cage. “Now get in.”

Heart racing, and a slight sheen of sweat forming on her bare skin, the blonde crouched a little to enter the indicated cage. It’s floor was covered with a soft mat which felt good on her unprotected feet. She couldn’t fully stand erect in this cage, so she sank to her knees as Lori closed and secured the door. Strangely, she felt no urge to cover her breasts or sex with her hands. Perhaps she was subconsciously worried that Lori might take offense, and force her into the tinier cage. Perhaps, caged, she felt a little like an animal, and animals don’t wear clothes or feel ashamed about parts of their bodies. That last thought would bear further examination.

“There’s a jug of water on the roof of the cage, and a tube with a clamp will gravity feed you water if you get thirsty,” Lori explained. “And here’s a bowl with some fresh vegetables that you can munch on if you get hungry. Just reach through the bars for them. And if you must go to the bathroom while I’m here, I’ll take you to the toilet over there. If I’m not around, and it’s urgent, you just have to pull a corner of the mat up out of the way and squat over the mesh grid of the cage floor. I can hose it away when I return.”

Lori proceeded to putter around the room, replacing and straightening things, ostensibly ignoring Sandra. But she was actually being very watchful, seeing how her client was accepting her new situation. She almost smiled when Sandra sighed softly and placed herself on her side, curling up into a comfortable ball, obviously settling in. Lori finished arranging things for her client tomorrow, and softly told Sandra, “I’m going out for a while. I’ll be back later.”

Sandra murmured, “All right,” as she tried to let her everyday work tension drain from her mind and body. It wasn’t easy. Her mind was thinking about scheduling, and grocery shopping, and phone calls, and paperwork. She had to keep reminding herself that she was powerless to do any of those things now. Perhaps grumbling a little about not being allowed to follow normal procedures, her mind gradually quieted.

She was not trying to focus on anything, just letting her mind drift now. Vaguely, she heard Lori climbing the basement stairs. There was a click, and the basement lights all went out. When the door closed, the room was plunged into pitch blackness. Sandra was scared at first, grabbing the bars of the cage and staring hard, trying to see. It was useless. Gradually, her fears quieted, because she began to feel like the sturdy cage was protecting her. She again relaxed into a calm, meditative state.

An unknowable amount of time passed.

Lying in the darkness, Sandra became aware of the sound of footsteps on the floor upstairs. “I guess Lori is back,” she thought. “I wonder what time it is?”

Suddenly, a harsh female voice called out “Lori!?” in a loud voice. It wasn’t long before the doorknob to the basement rattled loudly. Sandra was on full alert now — wondering who that was, and now feeling very vulnerable, naked and trapped in this cage. It didn’t help any when she heard that female voice yell, “Dammit! She locked it!” This was followed by the sound of a foot kicking the basement door in anger.

The caged blonde felt very scared now. She hardly dared to breathe. She was straining her ears, listening for the slightest sounds. She heard more stomping footsteps, some door slams, and then the house went quiet again.

More time passed. As Sandra’s adrenaline rush subsided, she felt tired, and dozed off. Later, she was awakened by a sound at basement door. It was obviously a key turning in the lock. The door creaked open, and the lights were flicked on, momentarily blinding her. Through blurry watering eyes, she saw someone descending the steps.

“Hello, my lil pet!” It was Lori’s voice. Sandra felt a surge of relief. “Howsh my lil pet doin’?” Lori’s voice betrayed that she was clearly mildly inebriated. She must’ve been out partying, since she’d changed into a sort of sun dress with a hem that ended only a little south of where her thighs joined her torso. It also had a plunging neckline that attested to the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “I’m so horny now, I know my lil’ pet will help me out,” she muttered. Stepping right up against the bars of the cage, she lifted her skirt, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties either. Her pussy was smoothly shaven, and her sexual cleft came into sharp focus as Sandra’s eyes cleared.

“What?” the caged blonde said, incredulous. “You can’t mean… we didn’t agree… I never…” That last part was a lie. When she was in college, she’d experimented sexually with both men and women, and enjoyed it immensely. But when she became a professional, she’d had to shelve those urges for the sake of propriety. So she was protesting, but her tongue was already moistening her lips. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the scent being given off by this randy female’s pussy. The aroma started facilitating certain pathways in her brain that’d remained dormant for years. Her nipples stiffened.

Hearing the mild protest from her client, the dark-haired woman purred, “Eat my pussy, pet. Or you’ll go into the smaller cage.” That ‘threat’ was actually unnecessary, because Sandra had already rationalized that she had ‘no choice’ and was being ‘forced’ to do what she really secretly yearned to do in the first place. Now she could do it and feel no guilt about it at all. She shuffled forward on her knees. The proffered pussy was now right in front of her face, easily accessible between the bars of the cage. The scent was luring her like a butterfly to a nectar-filled flower. As Sandra daintily, tentatively parted Lori’s labia, the spread open pussy lips did resemble a flower — an exotic orchid with brownish-edged pink petals and a darker pink center.

She brought her own lips to the spread pussy lips and kissed, getting her first taste of Lori. Her second taste followed quickly, as she ran her tongue from the base of each pussy lip up to where they joined, gathering the lovely salty fluids. She knew from prior experience that those fluids would sweeten, if she coaxed this pussy past the point of no return. To that end, she pressed her tongue into the drooling opening, sealing her lips around it to claim Lori’s juices. She sucked gently, her tongue exploring the warm, wet muscular tunnel.

Lori clenched the bars more tightly, pressing her pelvis harder against them, willing that tongue to penetrate to her core. “Oooohh yes, pet!” she moaned. “You’re doin’ it good. Oh so good. More! Deeper!”

Dutifully, Sandra wriggled her tongue as deep as she could, curling and uncurling its tip. The motions seemed to dislodge more pussy juices, which the blonde’s suction pulled into her mouth and throat. The delightful scent and taste reminded her of the joys she’d experienced sexually in college. Her cunnilingus got even more enthusiastic, making Lori moan loudly. Sandra also moaned, but her sounds were muffled as they resonated inside Lori’s love tunnel. The caged woman reached through the bars and grabbed Lori’s butt cheeks, pinning her against the bars and the mouth that was devouring her pussy.

Lori reacted to the hands warmly clenching her ass. Her alcohol-fogged mind still managed to register, “She’s not tryin’ to push me away! She’s holding me tight and tryin’ to shove her tongue even deeper! She’s eatin’ me like she’s ravenous for pussy! Like she can’t get enough!” As Sandra pulled her tongue back out, Lori groaned with frustration as her pussy muscles contracted on emptiness. But her eyelids flew wide open as her head and shoulders arched back. Sandra’d skillfully peeled back the hood encasing Lori’s clit and was now dining on it with facile lips and gentle suction.

Lori gripped the bars harder — so tight that her knuckles turned white. She was desperately trying to delay her orgasm, because Sandra’s mouth was doing magical things to her crotch. Waves of sensation were radiating from there like heat from a blast furnace. Those waves expanded, rippling from their source up her torso and down her legs. The waves traveling upward made her tummy muscles contract, her nipples so swollen that they ached to release non-existent milk, her heart race, and her lungs pump like bellows. The waves traveling down her legs made them tremble and her toes curl. She was hanging onto the cage bars as if she was on some thrill ride at an amusement park.

Oblivious to all that, Sandra’s world had become the taste, smell, sight, and feel of Lori’s pussy. Instinctively, she knew that this woman’s cum would be sweet and delicious — it would be amazing. And she was determined to have it. She moved her left hand to the center of Lori’s buttocks, freeing her right hand for another purpose. She slipped three fingers into the very bottom of Lori’s vaginal entrance, and moved them deep. When she started flexing those fingers in a ‘come here’ motion, Lori gasped, sucked a large lungful of air, and shrieked with bliss as her vaginal muscles began to contract on the powerful fingers. The fingers were not only stimulating Lori — they were also gathering pussy juices, funneling them out to where the fingers joined Sandra’s cupped hand. Now she was able to alternate sucking on Lori’s throbbing clit, and sucking the juices gathering in her hand.

Those fingers fondling the extra sensitive tissue along the roof of Lori’s love tunnel, just deep to her clit, tipped Lori over the edge! With a strange, strangled cry from her throat, Lori’s eyeballs rolled up in their sockets, and her cunt began to spasm in the cycles of orgasm. Her cum was released, flooding Sandra’s palm. Greedily drinking that sweet nectar gift as fast as she could, Sandra’s fingers kept up their internal stimulation. This continued until Lori pushed back from the cage, taking her now drained sex away from the caged woman’s mouth and fingers. She slid her hands down the bars of the cage, lowering her hips until her butt rested on the floor. She laid herself down on her back, and her body quivered from post orgasmic aftershocks. She was babbling, “Oh God, Oh God,” over and over, her eyes focused on nothing.

Both women were in their own private worlds at that point. Lori’s mind was focused on the tingling sensations still running rampant in her body. Sandra’s mind was still focused on the taste and fragrances of Lori’s pussy and its secretions. She was in a pleasantly dazed state, scraping those secretions off her tits, neck and face, and licking her hands clean. She was surprised how wonderful it’d been to perform cunnilingus again, and vaguely wondered why she’d stopped doing it after college. There was also a dim hope forming that she’d get more chances to do it in the near future.

But then her body signaled another need. She looked at Lori, and whispered, “Lori, may I use the toilet, please? I need to go.”

The orgasm had sobered Lori up considerably, and she feared that her reaction to that unexpectedly intense orgasm had made her look too weak and vulnerable. Therefore, she felt she needed to re-enforce her dominance over Sandra, and this was an opportunity. Besides she had an inkling of how the blonde would react, and wanted to be sure. Getting up and smoothing her skirt down, she pulled a dog collar off one of the pegs. “Put this on, pet, so I can take you over to the toilet. I need m’ pet on a leash,” she finished with a mumble.

Sandra gave her a shocked look, but her need for toilet was getting urgent. She buckled on the dog collar, and stayed silent as Lori attached a leash. As the cage door was opened Sandra crawled out and started to stand up. “NO!” Lori said forcefully. “M’ pet needs to crawl and she’d better start calling me Miss, not Lori.”

Staying on her hands and knees, acutely aware of the leash attached to her collar, and feeling humiliated, Sandra crawled rapidly toward the toilet in the corner of the room. She climbed onto the seat, about to relieve herself when she realized that Lori was intently watching her.

“Do you need to watch… err… Miss?” she asked, grateful that she remember to use the form of address that Lori’d specified.

With an amused grin, Lori replied, “No, I could put a box of kitty litter in your cage and have you go in that, pet.”

Shocked at the thought, Sandra chose to stay where she was, trying to ignore the sounds her body was making as she used the toilet, and scrupulously avoiding eye contact with her watcher. When she’d finished, she heard Lori say, “You wipe your butt real clean, or I’ll hose it clean.” Shuddering because she believed this newly revealed aspect of Lori would make certain that she’d keep such a promise, Sandra thoroughly cleaned herself. Her humiliation was not finished yet, because as she got off the toilet and back onto her hands and knees, Lori did indeed closely examine her ass hole and pussy. “Very good, pet. You’re learning,” she commented as she led her leashed blonde pet back to her cage. Unleashing and securing her inside, Lori wished her a good night and pleasant dreams before switching out the light and locking the door as she left.

Without removing the dog collar, Sandra curled up into a ball on her comfortable mat and started to drift off. “Oh I forgot to ask about the angry woman,” she lazily thought. But she shrugged that thought away, and sighed, now strangely at peace. She did have pleasant dreams, her brain reenacting the sensations she’d experienced while eating Lori’s pussy. Then a deeper sleep claimed her.

But before dawn, she had a final waking dream. This one replayed the feelings of humiliation she’d felt crawling around naked on a leash, and being watched as she used the toilet, almost like a leashed animal being taken to the garden to relieve itself outdoors. As she came up out of this dream into wakefulness, she realized that her pussy was tingling, lubricating, and demanding attention. Without analyzing anything, she slipped two fingers into her wet, slick tunnel, and started rubbing herself. The pleasure built and built, but she hadn’t found the trigger her mind needed. That is, until she again pictured herself, naked and collared, being led around on a leash as she crawled beside Lori. The sharp flash of humiliation tipped her over the edge and she came hard on her fingers! As that orgasm ebbed, for the first time in a long time, she brought her cum coated fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, enjoying her flavors.

Sandra drifted mentally, not thinking of anything in particular. It felt so good to have nothing that had to be done, nothing to worry about, just savoring her post-orgasmic relaxation, and the taste of her cum. Being in that cage meant she just had to exist in the now, not concerned with the past or the future. It was an enlightening experience, and a gratifying one.

Lori came down the steps. “Good morning, pet,” she greeted. “I hope you slept well.” She was pleased to see that Sandra was still wearing her collar.

“Yes I did… err… Miss,” the caged woman answered. “May I please use the toilet again?”

Lori answered, “Certainly.” She open the cage door and Sandra shuffled out. Without being told, she raised her head and turned it to the side, offering her collar to be leashed.

Before crawling toward the toilet, Sandra asked very humbly, “May I please stand up and stretch before crawling to the toilet, Miss?”

“Since you asked so politely, pet, yes, you may.”

Gratefully, the blonde stood up and stretched her body in various ways to get out her morning kinks. She no longer felt the need to hide her body parts from Lori — an amazing change of behavior in less than one day. Once her joints felt better, she again returned to her hands and knees and crawled alongside her Miss to the toilet. There she did what she had to do, seemingly oblivious to Lori’s scrutiny.

Finished and cleaned, Sandra knew what was expected at this point, so she lowered her head and shoulders and lifted her ass, presenting it for inspection. It was still a humiliating thing to do, but somehow it was also arousing. Lori was so pleased that she came to a decision. As Sandra began crawling back toward the medium cage, Lori gave the leash a gentle tug. “No, pet. You’ve been so good that I feel you’ve earned the right to be in the large cage.”

As she crawled over to the large cage, the leashed woman felt a strange new blend of sensations — achievement, pride, thrill that Lori was pleased. These emotions deepened her submission to the dark haired Miss — her Miss. Closing and securing the door on the large cage once Sandra was inside, Lori said, “I’ll get your breakfast… it’s in the warmer.” Her absence was brief and she returned with a plate and a glass of orange juice. The plate had sausages, a lovely omelet, and toast. Lori puttered around the room while the caged blonde enjoyed her breakfast.

Lori informed her, “You won’t be lonely for long, my pet. I have a client scheduled to be here soon.” She strolled around the room, straightening things, placing some things at hand, and generally getting the room ready. When Sandra was finished, Lori took the plate and glass, and went back upstairs. Sandra curled up in her cage, again letting her mind drift in utter relaxation. It was such a relief to not have to follow a schedule, make plans, or meet some deadlines. She didn’t fall asleep — it was more like she’d entered a meditative state, and time passed.

Some indeterminate time later, she heard a sound upstairs… a knock at some door, footsteps, a door opening, more footsteps, and some muffled dialogue. More than one person was approaching the door to the basement. As the cellar door opened, Sandra saw something that made her stand up in her cage and grip the bars. Before her eyes, a naked man crawled awkwardly backward down the basement stairs, followed by Lori, who had an amused expression on her face. The man crawled over to the device shaped like a large X and waited for Lori’s command. “Get up, you worm!” she said.

He’d given no indication that he was aware of Sandra’s presence. He quickly stood up and pressed his body face first against the padded X. It was obvious he knew this device well, since he stood with his legs apart and his arms up — his limbs mimicking the X shape. Lori bound his wrists and ankles to the device, paying little to no attention to the man’s whimpers. Sandra watched intently, still gripping the cage bars, wondering if the whimpering sounds were from anticipation or fear.

Taking her time, Lori strolled over to a wall rack holding a variety of paddles of various shapes and sizes. Sandra noted that Lori and the rack were in the bound man’s line of sight. He was watching her lifting down a paddle, evaluating it as she turned it in her hands, and then slightly shaking her head and hanging it back up. Lori’s actions were definitely designed to add to her client’s thrill and suspense. Finally, she lifted up a large paddle with many holes in it, and nodded with a look of satisfaction, at which point the man moaned loudly. Again, the caged woman wondered about the emotion behind that sound, but not clinically… merely from curiosity.

Lori walked over alongside the bound man, positioning herself — perhaps deliberately — so that Sandra had a good view. If the caged woman thought that Lori was about to merely roleplay or use the paddle to tease the man, she soon learned otherwise. Lori drew her arm back and administered a strong blow to the man’s unprotected buttocks! The holes in the wood of the paddle, lessening air resistance so the paddle could move faster, made a whistling sound as it arced through the air. The resounding slap of wood on flesh was loud in the room. Sandra’s eyelids flew up out of sight as she gawked at the sight, and heard the man’s gasp.

With skill and precision, Lori continued swatting the man’s ass harshly, sometimes striking both of his buttocks simultaneously, and at other times targeting only one or the other. Gradually, his butt cheeks turned pink, then red. Lori continued until they turned a bright shade of scarlet, at which point she ran her hand over the flesh. “That feels warm enough now,” she stated, and then wiped her paddle clean with alcohol pads, and carefully dried it before hanging it back up. The chained man continued making strange sounds, pressed against the surface of the X-shaped device.

Sandra thought, “Why did he permit that? How badly does his butt feel? Did he actually pay Lori to beat him?” She was so engrossed with this train of thought that she missed seeing Lori hook something to her belt before approaching the man again. Moving between Sandra and the man, Lori unbound his ankles and then stood to release his wrists. The man turned in place and again raised his arms to let Lori secure his wrists. When the dark haired woman knelt down to bind his ankles, Sandra had her first clear view of his crotch. She couldn’t stop herself from gasping! He was displaying an enormous erection! It was perhaps the thickest cock she’d ever seen, and its proud-looking, swollen purple dome was streaming with his precum! His ball sack also looked large, with two dangling testes prominently visible.

“Oh my god!” she thought. “He’s actually turned on by what she did to him! I can’t imagine how or why, but there’s the evidence.” With her eyes riveted to his male genitalia, she failed to pay attention to Lori pulling forth a sheet of paper along the floor between the man’s feet. The dark haired dominatrix again placed herself to let Sandra clearly see the man. It also let the stranger clearly see Sandra, standing in that cage with her naked body pressed against its bars.

Unhooking a flogger from her belt, Lori began whipping its strands against the man’s cock and balls. He didn’t flinch away from the impacts. If anything, he pressed his pelvis as far forward from the X device as he could, offering his manhood as a willing target. He was also staring at Sandra, with her bare breasts pressing through the bars of her cage, and her pussy clearly visible as she subconsciously pushed her hips forward. It was as if her pussy was eagerly trying to engulf that turgid cock in its warm, wet sheath. Mesmerized, she was only dimly aware of her arousal, but her body was reacting instinctively. Her pussy lips had engorged, the glands deep in her sexual tunnel had activated, lubricating its length, and her arousal perfume was manifesting itself in the room.

“I see you’re staring at my pretty caged pet, you worthless piece of scum,” Lori murmured, slapping the flogger strands with increased intensity against his balls. The man nodded vigorously. When Sandra jerked alert upon hearing and realizing this, she began to draw her body back from the bars. “No, pet!” Lori commanded. “Stay as you were! Be proud of the beauty of your body!” And — Sandra obeyed without thinking. Again she pushed her tits and pussy forward as far as possible.

The man’s cock didn’t shrivel under the flogging. It was difficult to tell, but it might’ve grown a tiny bit larger. His pattern of breathing changed as sweat droplets trickled down his skin, traveling over his torso as his abdominal muscles started fluttering in cycles. “I can tell you’re about to cum, you piece of crap I’d scrape off my shoes,” Lori chuckled, enjoying her power over him.

He started grunting, straining at his bonds, his eyes glued to Sandra’s nude form. Lori brought the strands of her flogger up from below several times in succession. They smacked against the spot where his cock emerged from his ball sack. With an almost inhuman sound of release, he began to cum! Sandra watched, wide-eyed, as his ejaculate spewed from the head of his cock, arced through the air, and splatted wetly on the fresh sheet of butcher paper that Lori had positioned on the floor in front of him. His tummy muscles rippled with each spurted release, his eyes now darting between Sandra’s tits and pussy. Finally he sagged a little, spent.

Lori undid his bindings, ankles then wrists, slapping his face as she stood up to get his attention. “Now clean up the mess you made, you filthy pig,” she growled.

“Yes, Miss. Sorry, Miss,” he replied, wincing. Quickly groveling on his hands and knees, he bent his head low to lick and suck his cum off the paper. Astonished, Sandra inadvertently quivered each time he made a loud, obscene slurping sound. He scooted around, keeping his naked body close to the floor, polishing up all the semen he could find.

“You missed a spot,” Lori informed him, extending her right foot. The man and Sandra saw it at the same moment… a wad of sticky semen on her open-toed shoe, oozing onto her toes. The man scooted toward her like an eager puppy, and promptly began carefully licking the shoe’s leather to cleanse it. He paused and looked up — his eyes beaming a question. “Yes,” she responded. “You may remove my shoe and finish this cleanup. With slow, dainty movements, he unbuckled her shoe and eased it off her foot. As he began tonguing the shoe, using his tongue tip to search for any errant dribbles of semen, Lori sat in a nearby chair and watched.

After inspecting the shoe from many angles, he shuffled over to her on his knees and respectfully offered her the now clean shoe. Lori accepted her shoe, and looked it over as she extended her bare foot to his mouth. Sandra could see the semen still clinging to her toes. But not for long. The man opened his mouth and sucked the tainted toes out of sight. The sound of his lips seemed abnormally loud to Sandra until she looked closer and saw his tongue was also darting in and out of his sucking lips, washing between her toes. From the expression on her face, Lori was obviously enjoying this attention. She didn’t object when he began licking the sole of her foot and kissing her instep, virtually worshiping her foot.

But eventually, she withdrew her foot, saying, “That’s enough, you lowly cur!” She tossed him a small towel. “Dry my foot off!” As he did so, Lori looked over at Sandra, who was still standing, pressed against the bars of the cage. She was staring, transfixed, at this entire interaction. Whether or not she was aware of it, her nipples were stiff, and her pussy lips were engorged, with juices leaking from them. That gave Lori a lovely idea.

“Now get over to that cage, you swine!” she commanded. “That lovely new pet of mine helped you get off — so go over and return the favor!” As the man turned, and Sandra realized the gist of what he was being told to do, her hips jerked back from the bars. Lori locked eyes with her and said, “No, pet. Press your mound back through the opening in the bars and keep it there. He’s only going to use his mouth.”

Swallowing hard, Sandra obeyed. Moments later, she felt the stranger’s tongue at her most intimate area, lapping up along her labia, with Lori observing the two of them. It was humiliating. And, as Sandra quickly learned, it was exciting. Very exciting! His tongue speared into the opening flanked by her labia, and began an exploration. She gripped the bars hard as hot waves of pleasurable sensations rippled through her body, spreading from her pussy down to her toes and up to her head. There was a moan vibrating in her throat, and she wanted to say how intensely wonderful this felt, but her racing heart demanded that she spend her lung movements on breathing, rather than vocalizations.

His skillful tongue and lips were urging her fluids to emerge and be swallowed, and urging her to make even more. She did. Her body was straining to feed him her nectar, with her tummy muscles fluttering to pump it out. But not only that — those muscles were trying to contain the ball of orgasmic energy building in her core. Like the contents of a pressure cooker on a hot stove, the need for release built and built. Sandra was now hanging onto the cage’s bars for dear life! Her tummy muscles were fluttering under the strain of holding back her orgasm just… a… little… longer. Finally, the pressure became too great, and released in two directions. Her eyes rolling up in their sockets, Sandra tilted her head back and howled, emptying her lungs. That was the upward release. Downward, her pussy expelled her cum, propelled by tummy muscles, into the man’s mouth. But her hips were shaking and bucking so violently that he couldn’t keep his mouth in place, and a lot of her cum splatted wetly over his face.

Lori had stepped up to the cage and slipped one arm between the bars. She’d guessed correctly that Sandra would go as limp as a rag doll as the orgasmic waves finally ebbed. The Domme’s arm slipped through the blonde’s nearer armpit, went around her back, and through the farther armpit to then grasp a cage bar. This both pinned Sandra against the side of the cage and supported her limp form.

The tableau lasted a few minutes. As Sandra regained control of her quivering body, Lori asked, “Are you able to safely sit down now, pet?”

“Y… y… yes, Miss,” the caged woman replied in a shaky voice. Lori felt the weight leave her arm as the blonde got her feet planted, so she released her grip and watched Sandra slide her hands down the bars as she slowly sat down. Then she turned her attention to the naked man.

“Don’t always expect such a treat, you miserable piece of filth,” she told him. Seizing a riding crop she stated, “Your time is up. Get going!” She gave his unprotected butt cheek a sharp slap with the crop that made him jerk and yelp. He started crawling fast toward the basement steps.

Before he reach them, he stopped for a moment and asked, “Same time next week, Miss?”

“Yes, you worm. I don’t know why I waste my time with you, but you may return in a week.” She gave his butt another sharp swat with the crop as he began scrambling up the steps, still crawling, and followed by Lori wielding a swishing crop. They were soon out of Sandra’s sight. The rest of the afternoon and evening floated by, with Sandra lost in desultory thoughts, other than how fascinating the scene had been between Lori and that man… and the amazing sight of the man ejaculating while being flogged, and the much more amazing power of the orgasm she’d experienced from his oral attentions. Dinner came, and she ate. Later, another toilet break, and she slept. Her mind had taken a vacation from work and all other stressful issues. Her cage was like a safe ‘den’ — a shelter away from the cares of the world.

The next morning, as Lori served her breakfast, she told Sandra, “I have an early morning client today, pet. Then I have an idea of something you might like.” The caged woman was mildly curious about both things, but not obsessively so, which would have surprised the ‘old’ Sandra. She was content to let things unfold now at their own pace.

Not too long after that, Sandra heard the doorbell, and Lori’s footsteps heading to the front door. Two feminine voices could be heard as Domme and client headed to the basement door. Lori’s client turned out to be a mature red-headed woman whose clothes, jewelry, and manner of walking and speaking indicated that she was a member of high society. When the woman caught sight of the caged blonde, her eyebrows rose fractionally, but she continued her polite chatter with Lori without missing a beat. Sandra almost covered herself, feeling shy in the presence of this obviously powerful woman, but resisted that impulse, in case doing such a thing would displease Lori.

Sandra’s shyness evaporated like dew on a hot Summer morning when she saw what happened next. That elegant upper class woman stopped chatting, shed her clothing and jewelry, and humbly knelt before Lori with her hands held out, palms up in supplication. “Please, Miss Lori, I beg of you,” she said very humbly. “Please, Miss, you know what I need.”

Arms crossed, Lori gazed down at the groveling submissive. “Tell me in plain words what you need, slut.”

The redhead blushed as only a redhead can. “I… I need… to… worship your ass, Miss,” she blurted out.

Smiling now, Lori lifted the hem of her sundress, bunching it with one hand at her lower tummy area. This pulled the loose material up above her waist, revealing the fact that the dark haired Domme wasn’t wearing any panties. She leaned against a table, offering her nude buttocks to the redhead.

The pleading submissive didn’t bother getting to her feet. She scooted forward on her knees, her eyes fixed on that lovely derriere. When she reached it, she meekly placed her hands behind her back and began kissing the exposed flesh. She took her time, carefully covering every square inch with ardent kisses. She obviously took the idea of ass worship very seriously. Just how seriously Sandra was soon to learn.

Once the skin on Lori’s butt was thoroughly kissed, the submissive began licking that lovely flesh with an eager tongue. After she’d carefully covered both cheeks, she began licking up the central cleft, still keeping her hands behind her back. Lori let her do this several times before murmuring, “OK, slut. Use your hands now.”

Eagerly, the redhead complied. She reached up and grasped both butt cheeks, and proceeded to spread them apart. Curious, Sandra watched in astonishment as the submissive placed the tip of her tongue on Lori’s puckered anal opening. And then moved her head forward, drilling her tongue deeply into that forbidden hole. Lori articulated a gasp of pleasure at that lingual penetration and arched her back. Encouraged by the sound, the redhead intensified her efforts, tongue-fucking the Domme’s anal passage and making lewd noises of delight at being allowed this privilege.

Sandra had never witnessed anything this obscene — she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. She was so mesmerized that she almost forgot to breathe. On the other hand, Lori was breathing so fast that it looked like she might hyperventilate. Her vocalizations had devolved into grunts and hisses, reacting to whatever the redhead’s tongue and lips were doing to her. Sandra was beginning to wonder what receiving analingus would feel like. “Would I get aroused? Would it possibly feel that good to have my ass worshiped like that?” she silently asked herself. While she was questioning herself, she saw Lori climaxing. With a loud moan of release, the Domme’s butt cheeks clenched and unclenched. The submissive hummed, and that hum sounded like ecstasy from pleasing her Domme. She kept her lips and tongue where they were, until Lori reached back and gently pushed her head back a little, breaking their contact.

After a respectful period of waiting, the elegant woman humbly asked Lori, “Did I do well enough to earn my reward, Miss?”

“Your usual reward, slut?”

“Yes, Miss. If it pleases you, Miss,” the redhead replied, groveling before her.

“Very well. Get on the bench,” Lori commanded her.

The submissive leaped to her feet and ran to a bench that looked like a sawhorse with its top bar padded and covered in leather or rubber. She draped her torso along the beam, her body face down and her arms and legs placed against the device’s spread support legs. Lori efficiently secured the woman’s wrists and ankles. Then, using her bare hand, Lori proceeded to spank the redhead’s buttocks. She’d placed herself to allow Sandra a good view of the proceedings. The slaps were given with enough force that the butt flesh quivered like wobbly gelatin at each loud impact.

At first, Sandra wondered why the woman was being punished, instead of being rewarded. It took her several minutes of close observation to realized that this spanking itself was the reward. Lori’s expression was not one of anger — it was one of enjoyment. The bound woman was squirming and saying things like ‘ouch’ and ‘owww’ and ‘fuck’ with each firm impact, but she was not saying stop or begging to be released. After a few minutes, Sandra’s still mystified expression turned to one of understanding as she saw that even though the woman’s butt cheeks were reddening, her pussy lips were swelling as her arousal juices began leaking out from between them, and trickling onto the padded surface.

Her mind tricked into analyzing, Sandra told herself, “I’m getting a first-hand crash course in abnormal psychology in this place.” She didn’t want to admit that she was aroused by what she’d witnessed in both these client sessions, but her body betrayed her. Her nipples hardened until they ached, and her pussy lubricated. Lori noticed this, because she was rather expecting it, but said nothing about it to Sandra — she just filed away this new information about her pet.

Several minutes later, the redhead made a strange sound as her whole body shuddered for perhaps 45 seconds in the restraints. “Did you just cum, slut?” Lori asked.

The woman replied with an emotion-choked voice, “Yes, Miss… ohhhhh thank you, Miss. That was perfect.”

Lori removed the restraints holding her, saying, “When you get up from here, show your nasty, slutty pussy to my caged pet. Make sure she has a good look at it before you dress and leave us.”

Blushing with a weird, satisfying humiliation, the woman did what she’d been ordered to do. After getting to her feet, she walked over to Sandra’s cage and spread her legs apart as she stood before her. Her breathing rate sped up from excitement as she pulled her labia to the sides, revealing the wet pinkness of her clit, pee hole and the slightly fringed opening of her pussy. Without thinking about it, Sandra slid down to a kneeling position for a clearer look. The redhead obligingly tilted her pelvis to give a better view.

“So, pet,” Lori said, “tell her what a slutty pussy she has. Tell her what you’re seeing.”

“Yes, Miss,” Sandra choked out, slightly nervous at insulting a stranger. But, given Lori’s quality of voice, she felt compelled to answer, and to this day she’s not sure of the source of her filthy words. “She’s got what I believe is the sluttiest pussy I’ve ever seen. It’s all sloppy, drooling with her cum and other juices. Her fuck hole is still opening and closing, like it wants to grab and suck the spunk out of some cock. Actually maybe many, many cocks. Her clit is all swollen and pulsating with her heartbeat. Her scent is wafting all over the place, because I can smell it from here. And just hearing me describe it seems to be turning her on again. Even though she’s holding her pussy open, I can see her hips starting to move like she’s fucking some invisible dick, banana, or cucumber — or maybe even a broom handle.. She looks like the type to ram all sorts of things up inside that hole.

At these words, the woman shook hard again, gasping and crying out, and even more cum spurted out of her to splat on the floor. She had to let go of her labia as her knees buckled, needing her hands to brace her upper body as she collapsed, still quivering.

“Well done, pet,” Lori told her blonde, caged client, chuckling happily.

Inspired, Sandra decided to mimic what the redhead had asked, paraphrasing it a little. She meekly asked Lori, “Did I do well enough to earn a reward, Miss?”

Lori raised an eyebrow, asking, “What sort of reward?”

Sandra subconsciously licked her lips. “I’d love to eat your pussy again, Miss.”

“Hmmm. It’s still pretty juicy from that analgasm I had, not to mention my enjoyment of spanking her. And she’s in no fit state to drive yet. Very well, this seems like the perfect time for such a reward.” She opened the cage door and stepped back several feet before bunching her dress’s skirt above her waist and sitting down on the floor, braced on her elbows with her thighs spread wide open. “Crawl over here and eat my pussy, pet. Eat it until you make me cum.”

Eyes fixed on her prize, Sandra crawled as sensuously as she could toward the offered meal. She wasn’t certain if the redhead was watching, and she didn’t care. She just wanted to taste that juicy pussy once again. She wondered if it could possibly taste as good as it’d seemed to taste yesterday. It didn’t. It tasted far far more delicious! She licked, she sucked, she probed, and she swallowed. As the warm, fragrant honey pot made more of this nectar, she drank it. Unthinkingly, she moaned her happiness at being given this feast. She might’ve been more focused on her own pleasure than on Lori’s, but her obvious enthusiasm made up for that.

Soon Lori found various muscles in her body rhythmically contracting, in her arms, legs, hands, feet and torso as she tried to control the rising orgasm, riding its wave like an expert surfer. The wave boosted her higher and higher, and she knew that when it reached this peak, the release would be mind-blowing. Sandra, oblivious to the world, was greedily dining on her succulent fluids, intent on getting the Domme to release her sweet cum juices. Lori’s nipples stiffened so much that a casual observer might wonder if they could be used to scratch glass. She was panting, hyperventilating, and murmuring nonsensical sounds as her eyes were going out of focus. They did that automatically so she could focus on the pure bliss blooming inside her core.

And then it happened… she came!

At Lori’s shriek of release, the redhead swiveled in place to see what was going on. She saw Lori, sweating, shaking and straining, with her skirt hiked up and the blonde between her thighs, obviously performing cunnilingus. The liquid slurping sounds indicated that the blonde was sucking and swallowing a copious outflow of the Domme’s nectar. The scent of sex was heavy in the air.

The scene lasted several minutes, with Lori riding several crests of climaxes in a row. Finally, she lowered herself and rested on her back while her new pet, sensing the change in posture, shifted to merely cleaning the Domme’s sexual area until her intimate tissues only gleamed with saliva. Lori petted Sandra’s head fondly, and then stood up, smoothing down her skirt. She turned her attention to the redhead who was patiently waiting.

“Get dressed, you lazy slut!” Lori told her. “You can’t be hanging around here all day.”

Without a word, the other woman arose and began putting on her clothes and jewelry. Before Sandra’s eyes, the woman transformed herself back to an elegant member of high society, as she’d originally appeared. She and Lori again chatted like old friends as they left the basement. Sandra, either by oversight or design, had been left out of her cage. But she climbed back into it anyway, relaxing and pondering the fact that Lori had allowed her to see what desires lurked behind the redhead’s facade.

When Lori brought her lunch, upon seeing how Sandra was back in her cage of her own volition, she cooed, “Oh, what a good pet you are! I ought to keep you.” She watched Sandra eat, and Sandra, for her part, was thrilled at Lori’s praise and attention… probably much more than if it’d been given under more ‘normal’ circumstances. When her pet was done, Lori said, “Rest and digest for an hour or so, pet. Then we’ll enjoy the afternoon together.”

When Lori returned, Sandra got to her feet as soon as she heard the Domme’s footsteps on the cellar stairs. The dark-haired woman approached the cage, carrying a long leash in her hand. Sandra’s heart started racing, thinking about being naked, and led around on that leash. The basement wasn’t that large for a long walk, so she wondered why the leash was that long. Still, when the cage door was opened, she tilted her head to one side, offering the link on the collar she was wearing.

“What a good, obedient pet you are,” Lori praised her, which made her toes tingle. When she heard the ‘click’ sound and felt the slight tug as the leash was attached to her collar, the tingle of excitement spread to her breasts, stiffening her nipples. She wanted to ask a question, but was a little shy and uncertain about whether she was ‘allowed’ to speak.

But Lori was good at reading body language and facial expressions. “Yes, pet? You want to ask me something?”

“Yes… ummm… Miss. Do people… err.. find getting flogged and spanked really arousing? I’m having a difficult time imagining that.”

“Did it turn you on watching them get flogged and spanked?” Lori inquired.

Sandra felt the heat rise into her cheeks. “Yes, Miss, I’m afraid it did.”

“Then that’s half the battle right there,” the Domme stated mysteriously. “Come along… it’s a lovely day, so we’re going outside.” To shorten up the leash, she’d bunched two sections together in the palm of her hand, letting a large loop dangle from her closed fist. She started leading Sandra up the stairs.

Thinking about being outside, stark naked, Sandra instinctively balked. Lori felt the tug on the leash and almost automatically reacted. Her hand described a small arc, with the dangling leash loop slapping briskly across Sandra’s bare buttocks. “Move along, my pet,” Lori ordered.

Wide eyed, the blonde yelped more in surprise than in pain. The leather straps hadn’t hit her exposed, vulnerable backside that hard. But the slap had served its purpose, because Sandra started moving up the steps. As she climbed, she realized that the impact of the leather on her butt made her skin tingle, and she wondered what it would feel like if it was repeated. As they reached the ground floor of the house, moving toward the back door, experimentally, she again stopped. Eager to learn, she almost shoved her hips backward to make a more inviting target for Lori, but refrained, thinking that would be a silly overkill. She got the results she wanted. The leather loop swatted across her ass cheeks a second time. It wasn’t as shocking this time since she was prepared for it. The strangely pleasurable tingling sensation spread across her butt, accompanied by a delicious warmth.

“The sun is bright now, so I’d better apply some sun screen on you, pet.” Seconds later, Lori’s gentle hands were stroking the fluid all over Sandra’s body. The hands carefully caressed her face, neck, arms, breasts, tummy, mound, outer pussy lips, and the fronts of her legs. “Turn around, pet,” Lori instructed her. She complied and felt those caring hands rub the sun screen on the backs of her legs, and then from the nape of her neck down her back. The Domme saved her buttocks as the last area to treat. Sandra shivered with strange emotions as the hands stroked over the very area that the leather loop had slapped against. When the dark-haired woman was satisfied, she pulled a little on the leash. “Come on, pet. We’re going out to play, as I told you. Trust me,” Lori told her.

Those words soothed any residual fears Sandra may have had, and she docilely let Lori lead her out the door into the back yard, still marveling at how the slap on her butt had felt, and contrasting that with the feel of Lori’s hands there. When they were clear of the house, she looked around and saw how secluded the yard actually was. It was a wide, rather flat expanse of lush green grass, with some outbuildings on the far left, and woods on the far right. She couldn’t see another house or the road in any direction.

Lori unclipped the leash from her collar, saying, “Now, pet. We’re going to play a game of fetch.” She picked up a yellow tennis ball from one of the chairs. “I want you to fully enjoy this, so you won’t be crawling. You’ll be running freely. But when you reach the ball, you’re not allowed to use your hands to pick it up. You’ll pick it up with your teeth and, holding it in your mouth, bring it back to me. I’ll sit in this chair, and you drop it carefully into my lap so I can toss it again. Understand?”

“Yes, Miss,” Sandra answered, blushing a little.

“OK my pet… fetch!” Lori called out, tossing the yellow ball. After a moments hesitation, Sandra started running after it. Her mind still was fighting the idea of being naked ‘in public’ out in this yard, so her right arm went across her chest, that hand grasping her left tit, while her left hand went down to cover her privates. Therefore, her ‘run’ was more of an awkward waddle. As she reached the ball, she got down onto her hands and knees, opening her mouth to grasp the soft, furry ball in her teeth. Getting back up, she again covered herself as she ‘ran’ back to Lori. Leaning over, she opened her jaws, and the ball plopped into the Domme’s lap.

“Good girl, my pet,” Lori praised. Tossing the ball a little farther, she said, “Go get it!”

It took perhaps five minutes of this play for Sandra to loosen up and feel comfortable being naked outdoors. The sun and breeze felt good on her bare skin, and the scent of the fresh grass each time she knelt down to pick up the ball in her teeth was tantalizing. The game was silly, but she also realized that it was fun! Instead of awkwardly waddling, she was now romping joyfully. She giggled as she chased the ball, and when picking the ball up with her teeth, dropped her body even lower to let the grass caress and tickle her breasts. Bringing the ball back to Lori, sometimes, dog-begging-like, she walked with her ‘front paws’ in the air next to her shoulders.

Seeing how wonderfully Sandra was taking to this game, Lori picked up her camera to take some pictures of her romping after the ball, displaying her butt as she knelt to mouth it, and proudly returning it. Instead of hiding her body from these pictures, Sandra, in her exuberance, played up to the camera. She leaped into the air when chasing the ball. When dropping down to get it in her teeth, she approached it from different angles each time, giving Lori not just a rear view but side views, and facing views. One time when facing Lori, she even rose up onto her knees, the yellow ball in her mouth, her arms raised up high in a large ‘V’ for victory shape. Her breasts, tummy, mound and pussy were clearly visible as Lori used the zoom feature to get a closeup.

Finally, during one of her fetch returns, Sandra did something different. Instead of leaning over Lori’s lap, and opening her mouth to drop the ball into it, she got onto her knees and lowered her face over the lap, nudging the ball onto it. “Tired of our game, pet?” Lori asked.

“Yes, Miss, if it pleases you to stop. If not, I’m willing to keep fetching.”

“No, pet. I’m satisfied. You were a very good, obedient pet. I think you deserve some reward for such good behavior. What would you like?” Sandra’s answer greatly surprised her.