Catherine's Letters (18 page)

The on-screen lesbians reached their explosive finale, the girl whose holes were being filled collapsing and shrieking as if she had never had an orgasm before. The other woman continued to push her finger and the dildo in and out, although she slowed the pace till eventually she came to a full stop, pulling both implements from her friend’s vagina and anus. The woman who had climaxed had rolled onto her back, and was helped up by her partner. They kissed and the recipient drawled, ‘Wow, I’ve never had it done like that before!’ as they went into what was supposed to be a spontaneous embrace.

‘I don’t believe her,’ whispered Maria. ‘In fact, I’ve seen her get exactly the same treatment in another film.’

‘What? A porn film that’s not true to life?’ Adrienne laughed. Whatever next!’

Maria knelt and kissed Adrienne, then turned to pick up the remote. ‘This one goes on for the best part of an hour,’ she said, pressing stop. ‘It drags after a while.’ The petite brunette leant forward to remove the disc and replace it with the next one in the pile. Adrienne watched as her apple-shaped bottom filled her tight trousers without an inch to spare. Maria straightened and turned to catch Adrienne staring at her. She blushed, but Maria gave her a cheeky smile. ‘Want to see more?’ She giggled and crossed her arms to lift her T-shirt clear of her head and toss it across the room in one swift movement.

Adrienne murmured in approval as the pert breasts popped into view. She was still getting used to the idea of looking at another woman with sexual desire, but Maria did seem to be doing her best to make it as easy as possible. She folded the semi-naked girl in her arms as they lay back to watch the third offering.

This was another American production, although it was clear right from the start it had a much darker theme. The title,
Trained by Lust
, rolled over shots of a dimly lit dungeon with manacles set into the walls, a small table covered in whips, canes, and paddles, and, dominating the centre of the room, a terrifying bed-shaped device, fitted with ropes, pulleys, and levers. ‘And this would be an SM film?’ Adrienne asked. She felt Maria nod.

Two women entered the dungeon, as the gothic theme music faded. Both were in frilly lingerie. There was a slim brunette, with glorious hair which reached all the way to her bottom, and a more curvaceous blonde, who wore a red teddy, contrasting with her partner’s black body stocking. There was some opening banter between them, setting up the fact that both were there to wait for their mistress.

‘Ah-ha,’ whispered Adrienne, ‘not just SM, but lesbian SM.’

‘You better believe it, baby,’ answered Maria, who stopped nuzzling Adrienne’s breasts through her T-shirt for a moment. ‘Hardcore to the bone!’

Adrienne’s breath caught in her throat at Maria’s lewd words, just as the first real action of the movie began. The brunette had decided to pass the time by spanking the blonde, and had bent her over the bed-like device for that purpose. Pulling up the gusset of her teddy, she exposed the other girl’s cheeks, decorated with a rose tattoo, which she slapped firmly. The blonde let out a few “ohs!” and “ahs!”, although by no means were any of the slaps hard enough to cause any great discomfort. Adrienne was still wondering exactly what the strange apparatus did, and was about to ask Maria, when the film’s heroine made her entrance.

‘And just what do you bitches think you’re doing?’ The words were spoken off-screen, but the owner of the voice soon strode into view. A beautiful woman, a few years older than the two other actresses, she was clad in a black leather bra, its straps decorated with studs, and tight leather shorts. Her knee boots ended in spiky heels which clicked across the flagstone floor. Studded wristbands decorated each arm. Her hair, long and raven black, was pulled into a severe pony tail. Even the amateurishly shot image which filled the screen projected her authority.

The two girls stopped their game immediately, and stood facing her, their heads cast down and their hands clasped anxiously in front of them as they awaited their fate. It was not long in coming.

‘It seems I can’t leave you sluts alone for a second,’ the domina rasped as she circled her prey, her hands resting on her hips. ‘So I’ll have to show you who’s boss and who does the punishing around here. Strip, the pair of you! Felicity, you’re for the rack!’

As the women obeyed their mistress and began to remove what little clothing they had, the picture faded and a new scene emerged. The brunette, presumably the unfortunate Felicity, was on her back, strapped into the machine. Adrienne could now see exactly how it worked.

Felicity’s arms were stretched straight above her, while her legs were parted as far as they could go, turning the poor girl into a human Y. Each wrist and ankle was fettered to the bars. The dominatrix was turning a wheel halfway between Felicity’s feet. The cables which ran overhead creaked, and the dainty feet were pulled a few centimetres further apart, even though it did not seem possible. Felicity groaned as they moved.

‘I think that should keep you in place,’ the mistress said with a touch of malice. ‘Now where shall we start?’

She began by fondling the helpless girl’s breasts, twisting the nipples till she cried out. All this was being watched by the naked blonde, who stood beside the rack, her hands linked on top of her head in the time-honoured submissive position, a look of foreboding on her sweetly innocent face.

The mistress strode to the table and carefully selected an implement from the choice laid out before her. Passing over the straps and paddles of different lengths and thicknesses, she chose a short, multi-tailed whip, and returned to her waiting victim. Taking the handle in her right hand and the tips of the tails in her left, she raised it above her head, paused for a second, then flicked it down across the naked girl’s breasts.

The whip made a loud
thwick!
, the girl jumping and moaning, although she made no other protest and was incapable of any significant movement. The whip landed again and again as the tormentor got into her stride. She flogged Felicity up and down the entire length of her body, from her small breasts to just above her knees. Her gasps rose in intensity as the beating went on and her skin became more sensitive.

The mistress stopped and placed the whip on Felicity’s chest, the handle lying in her cleavage, its tails spread toward her thick pubic bush. The colour on the film’s picture was not first rate, but the red flush which the girl’s skin now boasted was clearly visible.

Felicity’s vagina was investigated with an almost medically detached air, although the dominatrix did end by bestowing a firm kiss directly on its spread lips, which made the tied-up girl shiver. She turned her attention to the blonde. ‘Make this slut come with your tongue,’ she ordered bluntly.

Adrienne’s stomach leapt with an erotic thrill, and she pulled Maria even closer, massaging her naked breasts and enjoying the rubbery hardness of her nipples. ‘Just imagine if we were them,’ Maria croaked, her voice a husky whisper, ‘and that butch bitch was ordering you to lick my cunt after whipping me really hard. Ooh, I’d love that!’ Adrienne squirmed, partly because of Maria’s filthy talk, but mainly because the girl’s slim hand had sneaked down the front of her jeans and her fingers were now sliding into her knickers.

The blonde had stepped up to the rack and bowed her head, her hands still behind it, to begin her task. The camera closed in on her pink tongue flicking out between her lips and touching Felicity’s labia. The bound brunette wriggled and squealed at the first contact, then began to moan as the other girl got into her task.

The tethered woman must have been brought close by the whipping, because she was soon shaking and screaming in the throes of a wild orgasm. The blonde girl dug her tongue even further into the open vagina, driving her on as hard as she could.

As she watched, Adrienne felt her heart pounding. She filled both her hands with Maria’s small breasts and a couple of tender kisses were given to her lips in return. ‘There’s a really good bit later on,’ Maria whispered. ‘Want me to fast forward?’ Adrienne nodded breathlessly, and the other girl pulled herself from her warm embrace and reached for the remote.

Maria spun the film forward to a new scene, in which the blonde was hanging with her arms secured above her head, each wrist cuffed to the end of a long bar, in turn chained to the ceiling. The camera pulled back to reveal a second bar of the same length to which each of her ankles were strapped, forcing her legs wide apart. Adrienne took Maria back in her arms and watched in wonder as the mistress placed Felicity between the blonde’s thighs, her face right in front of the crudely exposed sex, before telling her, ‘You can look, but don’t dare touch.’

The dominatrix took up a long tawse which she used with the same enthusiasm on the blonde as she had when whipping the brunette. As painful as the beating must have been for the suspended girl, it seemed the torture was even greater for Felicity, who was not allowed to indulge her obvious lust to perform cunnilingus. At last, the mistress relented, and Felicity’s busy tongue flicked into the blonde bush, bringing her friend to a quivering climax.

Maria pressed “stop” and crawled across the bed to put the final DVD on. She seemed to have become a little anxious, and Adrienne asked if there was anything wrong. ‘Not wrong, as such,’ she answered, ‘but I think you’re in for a bit of a shock with the last one. I wasn’t sure whether or not to show it to you.’

‘After the others, how much more shocking can it be?’ This one, thought Adrienne, must be really hot!

Maria pushed the disc into the machine, but instead of pressing “play” immediately, she knelt up and opened her jeans. Slipping them over her slim hips, she exposed her bare bottom to Adrienne, before falling backwards, stretching out her legs and pulling the blue denim over her feet, tossing them on the floor. Picking up the remote, the now naked girl scrambled up the sofa bed and back into Adrienne’s arms, before pointing the remote and pressing the button.

Adrienne found her hands wandering all over Maria’s naked body, almost with a mind of their own. They ran up and down her back, cupped her well-toned cheeks and squeezed them affectionately. She bent her face to kiss Maria’s forehead, just as the film started.

It was called
Paying the Penalty
, and featured the kind of cheap title graphics which home video makers are so fond of. It also had the sort of sound only a low-quality camcorder microphone could provide. One of the stars appeared straight away: a 30-something man in a cheap suit, sitting behind a desk in what was supposed to be an office, but was clearly a living room with the necessary furniture added.

He was writing, but looked up when there was a knock on the door. Adrienne braced herself for the appearance of the female lead and cuddled Maria closer. The door opened, and a pair of court heels clumped across the pine effect floor, the camera switching angles to follow the newcomer as she walked to the desk and stood before it. She seemed to have a good figure, shown off as it was by a white blouse, tartan skirt which came to mid-thigh, white knee socks, and the conservative black shoes. Even from behind, the Alice band which held back her collar-length hair was visible.

Adrienne felt Maria tremble violently in her arms and cast a worried look down at her to see why she had become so agitated. But her attention was pulled back to the screen as the actress spoke her first line. ‘You wanted to see me, sir?’ The sultry voice was unmistakable.

Adrienne stared in astonishment. By now, the camera had moved round to the girl’s face, and a very demure but apprehensive Maria looked back at her from inside the box. Adrienne stared for a few more seconds, hardly able to believe she was right, then looked down at the real thing, whose bare bottom she was still cupping.

Maria grinned back sheepishly. At the same time on the TV she was being lectured about the quality of her “college work” by the man, who in this scenario was evidently her principal.

Adrienne opened her mouth, but no words came out. Nevertheless, Maria answered her unspoken question. ‘I did it about two years ago, just after I got into the scene in London. The guy’s called Mickey and he’s a producer – well, that’s what he calls himself – and I met him through a girl I was having a fling with. She was one of his regular actresses, and one week he found himself with a film to shoot and a girl who let him down at the last minute. He knew I was into doing it for fun, so he asked me to have a go. I only did it this once,’ she added, pulling a contrite face.

Adrienne was still speechless, and looked back at the TV. By now Mickey had pulled a chair into the centre of the room and Maria had gone over his knee. The camera was behind her, as her kilt came up and her navy blue knickers came down. Adrienne was mesmerised as she watched her girlfriend’s perfect bottom being turned from its natural pale hue to a rosy red by Mickey’s heavy hand. Her gasps and groans filled the room, and echoed out of the TV speaker, as he admonished her verbally with every stroke.

Adrienne finally found her voice. ‘Did you … Did you enjoy yourself?’ She looked from the screen to the real Maria.

‘What do you think?’ the minx whispered coyly. ‘I loved it, every blistering second! Especially being told off while I was being spanked.’

‘Remind me to do just that, the next time you’re over my knee,’ said Adrienne, ‘which I don’t think will be too far away.’ After getting over the initial shock, she was starting to appreciate the novelty of seeing her lover in action with someone else, and settled down to savour the experience.

‘Ooh look, he’s smacking my bottom really hard!’ Maria squealed, wriggling at the painful memory.

‘Quite right too. Go on, spank her, she’s been very naughty!’

Both girls giggled and hugged each other even closer.

They kissed and cuddled as the drama unfolded, Adrienne fondling Maria’s naked body as it was gradually exposed on the screen. First, Mickey made her stand up and take off her knickers and kilt, before going back over his lap for another dose with his palm. Then the blouse came off, followed by her bra, and for about two minutes she was made to stand in a corner with her hands on her head, as the camera travelled up and down, shooting her from various angles, lingering over her crimson bottom.