Mistress Extreme (17 page)

Jacqui gradually, insinuatingly, became a part of Isabella's life after that. In doing so she proved to be determined, devious and more than capable of patiently biding her time. After the entrance doors at
Club Depravity
had been closed and she was free to play, she would always make a beeline for Isabella when she and David were there and ask the dominatrix – oh so respectfully – if she might be allowed to participate in whatever kinky scene she and her slave happened to be engaged in at the time. Every time Isabella and David went to the club when Jacqui wasn't actually on duty she would “happen” to be there anyway and would invariably end up tagging along.

All this required considerable patience and perseverance on Jacqui's part because
Club Depravity
was still only opening its deviant doors on the last Saturday of the month. But her patience eventually paid off because on one of those Saturday nights she ended up going home with Isabella and David. There they engaged in an intense three-way sex session, which left all three of them craving more of the same ...

They were naked on top of Isabella's queen-sized bed, Jacqui between Isabella and David. Isabella smiled seductively at Jacqui before taking the young woman's chin in her hand and turning her face towards David. ‘Kiss him,' she said, and she did. Her mouth was warm and wet and she probed his lips with her tongue. Jacqui and David carried on kissing wetly until Isabella told them to stop.

‘I'm going to finger-fuck you now, Jacqui,' Isabella then said and brought her hand to the young woman's pussy. She began to make her wet with her fingers, finding her sweet spot, working it, setting the fire raging in her. Jacqui arched her back, pushing the mouth of her vagina further towards her.

Isabella had two fingers inside Jacqui and she began to rub the wall of her vagina with one while turning the other one slightly, trying to push it as far as it would go. Then she began to move both fingers in and out to the rhythm of Jacqui's moans … before switching tack again.

‘Eat her pussy now, David,' Isabella ordered, removing her fingers from the wetness of Jacqui's sex.

‘Yes, Mistress,' he replied and immediately moved to obey her.

David trailed his lips down Jacqui's body and she spread her legs as wide as possible before putting them around his shoulders. He began to nuzzle her pussy with his lips, searching for her clitoris with his tongue and then sucking it tenderly.

Jacqui looked over at Isabella who was clearly enjoying the show. As the dominatrix watched her house-slave continue to go down on Jacqui, she was working her fingers between her own quivering thighs, masturbating furiously. She tensed, gasped and clamped her thighs around her hand. Her breath came in quick little pants as she climaxed.

Isabella raised her wet fingers to Jacqui's mouth and she licked them, one by one. Then the dominatrix pinched first one then the other of the young woman's nipples with those same fingers, making her shiver and moan at her cruel touch combined with David's mouth as it continued to work tirelessly on her pussy.

‘Now fuck her,' Isabella demanded and suddenly David was above Jacqui. She arched against him as he positioned himself between the soft flesh of her thighs. He drove his hard cock into her dripping pussy as she squeezed his muscular backside with her hands. Over and over, David thrust into Jacqui, his cock filling her as her body writhed with pleasure, her legs squeezed tight around him. They could both hear Isabella's soft moans and knew she was watching them and masturbating again.

Jacqui rocked her hips up to meet David's thrusts and with a loud groan she came violently. And so did Isabella. Then David climaxed too. His cock twitched, throbbing inside Jacqui as she squeezed her pussy around him, drawing out everything he had to give – not something Isabella would
ever
have permitted to happen between her and him.

Variations on a theme of raunchy threesomes like that – with Isabella ostensibly calling all the shots – started to become a regular event, with one night of passion frequently extending into much of the next day. When Isabella, assisted by David, organised select fetish parties in her dungeon with the likes of Caroline and Matthew and Kate and Tony it became customary to invite Jacqui along too. She started to introduce herself to others on the Brighton fetish scene as Mistress Isabella's slave, and in reality that is what she had become.

How did Isabella respond to all this devious, if less than subtle, manipulation? With apparent equanimity is the answer. She rather liked having a female slave, she said. It reminded her of the “old days” when Kate had been her slave. David was relaxed about the situation too, more relaxed than maybe might have been expected. Anything his Mistress chose to do was all right with him, he reasoned; it had to be that way – that was what his slave contract dictated, apart from anything else. He found that thinking like that as well as continuing to tell himself that “he couldn't have it both ways' helped to keep the green monster of jealousy at bay. Anyhow, Jacqui was undeniably very sexy indeed, a complete turn-on.

What did Isabella's fellow dommes Caroline and Kate think of Jacqui? Caroline viewed her with relative indifference, couldn't really have cared less about her one way or the other. As for Kate, she definitely wasn't a fan of the young interloper but for reasons she would have found it hard to articulate. It was essentially a gut feeling, borne maybe from some special insight she'd gained from having once been Isabella's slave herself. Personally, she wouldn't have trusted Jacqui as far as she could have thrown her, suspected, in fact, that she had it in mind to try and usurp David's hard-earned position as Isabella's house-slave. But she had no proof. It was just that gut feeling again. So she kept her own counsel and hoped for the best.

But Isabella remained blind – or seemingly blind – to any ulterior motives her doting young acolyte may have had. When Jacqui changed her job and no longer had the service flat that had gone with her receptionist post with the hotel it didn't take more than a couple of heavy hints on her part for Isabella to respond, suggesting that she live with her for a while until she'd sorted out her accommodation difficulties. She had plenty of spare rooms, the dominatrix assured her. Isabella made it clear, however, that Jacqui would be bound by the same nudity rules as those that applied to David around the property. The smitten slave had no hesitation in agreeing. Isabella also added a further instruction that turned out to be superfluous. She told Jacqui that as her slave she was forbidden to ever wear underwear whenever she was out and about. She replied that she never did anyway.

Jacqui adored Isabella's dungeon, that couldn't have been clearer. ‘It's got absolutely everything,' she enthused virtually every time she entered it. Jacqui really loved playing there with Isabella and David too, found every experience there tremendously thrilling. It was deeply addictive to her, like some powerful drug she couldn't get enough of …

Isabella had securely strapped David on his back to the St. Andrews cross and had put a black leather hood over his head. Apart from the hood, which had open eye, nose and mouth holes, David was entirely naked. His cock was rock-hard, a rivulet of precome trailing from its swollen head.

Jacqui was kneeling submissively at Isabella's feet, both women wearing nothing at all. The dominatrix told Jacqui to stand up, and led her over to the horizontal torture chair. ‘Lie on it face up with your arms and legs spread out,' she told her before securing her wrists and ankles to the chair by its strap attachments.

Isabella went on to use the leather tip of a riding crop to beat Jacqui's clit and pussy. She did this more sensuously than sadistically, and by the time she had finished the young slave was groaning with desire. Threads of love juice were dripping from her labia, making the leather surface of the torture chair beneath her wet.

Next the dominatrix freed Jacqui's arms and legs and released her from the horizontal torture chair. She took her over to the horse, positioning her on her front lengthwise over it and securing her wrists and ankles to either side of its base by means of the leather straps there. She proceeded to attach clamps to the lips of her sex. This was intensely painful to Jacqui, causing her beautiful face to grimace and her pussy and anus to pulse uncontrollably.

Isabella was starting to really get into her sadistic stride now. She took hold of a heavy leather flogger and immediately set to work with it on Jacqui's backside. The cruel implement hissed noisily when she swung it through the air before landing with a sharp crack on its fleshy target. She beat Jacqui with it remorselessly until her rear was covered with angry welts and she was crying out in pain. ‘Too much noise, slave,' Isabella announced, putting a red ball gag into her mouth and buckling it firmly into place behind her head.

Isabella next lit several red candles and proceeded to drizzle molten wax onto Jacqui's already heavily punished backside. This caused the young slave to shudder violently, her wrists and ankles straining against the leather straps that held them tightly in place. At the same time the ball gag muffled her agonized cries of pain.

Eventually Isabella detached Jacqui from the horse, carefully removing the clamps from her labia, but leaving her gagged with the red ball gag. She also released David from the wall-mounted cross.

Isabella then led David and Jacqui over to one of the spreader bars that hung by chains from the dungeon ceiling. The spreader bar had two manacle attachments at each end and she stood the gagged slaves together face to face and manacled their wrists to either end.

Isabella went on to take hold of David's throbbing erection and hold it at the entrance to Jacqui's tight wet pussy. ‘Push your cock inside her, slave,' she ordered. As David entered Jacqui he felt her body tremble and she groaned with desire beneath the red ball gag, making him stiffen even further inside her.

Isabella removed Jacqui's ball gag and covered her eyes instead using a blindfold of soft red leather. She also clipped the blindfold attachment of David's hood into place. ‘When you beg for my mercy, slaves, as you most surely will,' she told the blindfolded slaves, ‘you have my permission to come.'

The dominatrix picked up two leather-covered swagger canes, one in her left hand and the other in her right, and gave them a couple of experimental swishes through the air. The ambidextrous domme went on to cane David and Jacqui simultaneously and with increasing ferocity, each swipe more agonizing than the last.

For a long time the dungeon resounded with the double swish and crack of two swagger canes striking two punished backsides. Isabella caned their rears with ever harder strokes until they were criss-crossed with clear stripes. Throughout this ferocious beating, Jacqui's pussy clenched in spasms around David's stiffness, which was steely-hard inside her, and her body quivered against his.

At last neither of them could hold out any longer. Together David and Jacqui cried out desperately for mercy. At the same time the extreme pleasure-pain they were experiencing tightened and then erupted through them in orgasms that sent them off into the stratosphere. The experience lingered in their memories long after they'd fallen back down to earth.

David and Jacqui's next session in the dungeon ended up being even more memorable for both of them than that … but for all the wrong reasons. The best that could be said of it was that it started extremely well.

Isabella was as totally, utterly naked as her two slaves. She entered the dungeon with them, and threw herself back on to the leather-covered bondage table, lifting and opening her legs wide. ‘I feel so fucking horny it's unbelievable,' she announced. ‘Service me, slaves. You, Jacqui, lick and finger my pussy. David, pleasure my anus.'

The two slaves instantly obeyed. Jacqui pressed her face into Isabella's sex, which was already gleaming with wetness. At the same time, David planted a kiss between the cheeks of her backside, touching his lips to her anus. He pushed his tongue into her anal hole, pushing against the rim of muscles and going into her body. Meanwhile Jacqui licked deep and hard into Isabella's pussy while stroking her clit with her fingers. Isabella opened herself further, lifting her pussy to Jacqui's welcome attentions.

Jacqui's fingers went deep into Isabella's sex, penetrating hard and fast. She concentrated on Isabella's clit with her mouth, teasing it with her tongue so that Isabella writhed with pleasure. All the while David was licking her anus hard. The sensations were exquisite. It felt delicious; spasms of electricity pulsed through her body and she shivered with pleasure. A shuddering groan escaped her and moments later she climaxed powerfully.

‘That was great – just what I needed,' Isabella said, climbing down from the bondage table, and suddenly all business. ‘Now, I'm going to park you two slaves here for a few hours while I get on with some work. I've got a board meeting tomorrow morning and I want to be properly prepared for it.' She told them to kneel back to back. ‘You are not allowed to talk or move your positions until I return,' Isabella said and, with that instruction resounding in their ears, she promptly turned tail and left.

It was extremely quiet in the dungeon, the silence so thick that it was almost audible, and time hung heavily for the two slaves. But neither of them moved much more than a muscle for what seemed like an eternity. But how long had they actually been there? There was no clock in the dungeon to tell them. Time continued to pass but had lost its usual dimensions. Had they been there twenty minutes, three-quarters of an hour, over an hour? It was impossible to know. David did what he always did after a while in this sort of situation – he disappeared into his own subspace, fundamentally content to do whatever his Mistress instructed, no matter how seemingly unreasonable her requirements might be.

Jacqui went inside her head as well, letting her mind roam back to when she'd been a sexually adventurous undergraduate. Actually Jacqui had dropped out of university after not much more than a year. She'd found that she just couldn't settle, which was the story of her life in many ways. But she didn't dwell on that aspect while she knelt waiting there in the dungeon. What she dwelled on instead was the most memorable erotic experience she'd had when she'd been at university. It was one that had almost not happened at all because she'd left things to the eleventh hour, and even then they hadn't exactly gone to plan. She saw it all now as clearly as a movie rolling before her eyes ...

Jacqui was running out of time. Right from the start there had been a strong spark of mutual attraction between her and Anne, the woman she was temporarily lodging with while her rooms in the university hall of residence were being renovated. Jacqui had firmly resolved to fully ignite that spark before leaving Anne's home. However she was due to move back to the hall of residence the next morning and had already packed most of the few things she had with her at Anne's place. So it was now or never.

It was easy to understand why Jacqui was so attracted to Anne, an agelessly beautiful woman with honey-blonde hair and a captivating smile. Her eyes were blue and green, bright and sensual, and her figure was to-die-for. Jacqui could tell Anne was lonely, though. She had a husband she clearly adored but he made his living as a musician and was constantly on the road.

Jacqui seriously had the hots for Anne who had an air of control about her that really turned the young woman on. She had spent virtually every night since moving into Anne's home pleasuring herself while fantasising about having steamy sex with her. Jacqui had found herself increasingly yearning for the real thing though and had finally determined to make that happen before she moved out. But she was cutting it very fine. It had to be today or not at all.

Jacqui's first manoeuvre on that now-or-never day was to go into her bedroom in the mid-afternoon, strip naked and lie on top of the bed masturbating, having first “accidentally” left her bedroom door half open. When Anne walked by her bedroom as Jacqui had known she eventually would, she couldn't help but look her way. Seeing that Jacqui was stark naked and masturbating furiously, Anne averted her gaze straight away and quietly shut the door.

It was enough, Jacqui was sure of it. As she continued vigorously masturbating, her pussy now dripping with wetness, she kept replaying that moment. She could see again Anne's blue-green eyes flashing over her and widening with excitement as she took in what she was doing to herself with her busy fingers. In that short moment Anne had registered unmistakable sexual desire before regaining her composure, averting her gaze and silently shutting Jacqui's bedroom door.

The thought of what she'd just orchestrated was incredibly arousing to Jacqui. She brought herself to orgasm, gasping and moaning, all the time thinking of the look of desire she'd seen on Anne's face. Jacqui then showered, brushed her hair, applied a little makeup and slipped her long, pearl-coloured silk robe on over her naked form. It was time to take things to the next stage, which she knew she needed to do quickly. She had to strike while the iron was hot. She adjusted her robe to ensure it was loose at the top, the ripeness of her breasts partly exposed, and pressed on with her mission to seduce the lovely Anne.

When Jacqui padded bare footed into the living room she found her sitting on the couch, leafing through a glossy magazine. Anne looked up and gave Jacqui a pleasant smile that gave nothing away. There was not even a glint in the eye to say that she'd been affected by what she'd seen her doing, nothing to acknowledge the desire that Jacqui was now sure she felt for her.

‘Anything I can do for you?' Jacqui asked meaningfully.

‘You could get dressed,' Anne suggested, barely looking up from her magazine. It was not an encouraging response.

Jacqui however was undeterred. She was determined, come what may, to have sex with Anne before the day was out. ‘I'll go and put some clothes on,' she said.

‘Fine,' Anne replied, flicking on to the next page of the magazine. She appeared to be indifference personified but she couldn't fool Jacqui. She'd seen that look in Anne's eyes when she'd been outside her bedroom and caught sight of her pleasuring herself so energetically.

When Jacqui returned to the living room she was still bare footed but was otherwise dressed…kind of. She had on a singlet that was black and very tight, her beautiful breasts pressed against the thin cotton, her erect nipples protruding. She was also wearing an extremely tight pair of soft black leather shorts. They were cut very high indeed, exposing smooth bare thighs, the cleft of her sex and much of the curve of her backside. Jacqui felt very aroused by the shameless way she was exposing her body to Anne. ‘I must have put on weight recently,' she said giving her a wicked grin. ‘I could barely squeeze into these shorts.'

Jacqui, who was naturally slim but well rounded, had certainly put on some weight lately. However this was only in the sense that she'd regained the pounds she'd lost a few months ago when she'd dieted for a while with unduly excessive zeal. She'd bought the tight leather shorts when her weight had been at its lowest. They'd looked incredibly sexy and provocative then. They looked more than that now: they looked positively obscene.

Anne put her magazine onto the coffee table. ‘I can imagine you had difficulty squeezing into your shorts,' she said, hardly taking her eyes off her this time. ‘I'm surprised you can even move in them.'

‘Oh, I can do that all right,' Jacqui said. She did a seductive little walk, padding back and forth in front of her and wiggling her hips sexily as she moved.

Nothing could disguise the desire she saw in Anne's eyes as she flaunted herself in front of her. Jacqui was wearing no underwear, as was her wont even then, and the thin strip of black leather was pulled up tight between her pussy lips, rubbing against the wetness of her sex. It aroused her even more, making her nipples poke even more insistently against the scanty black cotton top.

‘I think you've made your point – or should I say points,' Anne smiled, eyeing her rigidly erect nipples as they strained against the tight material of her singlet. Rising gracefully to her feet, she stood in front of Jacqui. She then reached out for her, took her by the waist and pulled her close. The two women looked at each other for a long moment and then Anne put her lips to Jacqui's and kissed her hard. ‘This is what you want, isn't it,' she whispered.

‘Yes,' Jacqui said breathlessly. ‘And a lot more besides.'

‘You want to go all the way?'

‘I'd
love
to go all the way,' Jacqui replied, still breathless.

‘Even though you know that I'm a happily married woman?'

‘That just makes you all the more appealing to me,' Jacqui said, ‘all the more tempting.'

‘And that makes you a bad girl, doesn't it.' Anne's eyes were shining brightly.

‘That makes me a bad girl,' Jacqui agreed.

‘Let's sit together on the couch and take things from there,' Anne suggested huskily.

‘Yes let's,' Jacqui replied, and they sat down side by side. Things were really going Jacqui's way, she thought. She felt in control of the situation.

Then all of a sudden she didn't. ‘As far as I'm concerned bad girls like you need to be punished,' Anne said, her voice suddenly cold. She took Jacqui firmly by the hands and pulled her across her lap. Jacqui turned and looked over her shoulder at Anne, catching the gleam of determination in her eye. Jacqui may not have been in control any more but she as sure as hell knew what was coming next and it made her shiver with excitement. She was about to get rather more than she'd planned for today – and that was just fine by her.

Jacqui cried out when the first stinging blow came down, the flat of Anne's hand slapping firmly down on her rear cheeks. It was an explosion of pain, a raw livid sensation that turned her skin red. Then the second stroke came down and it was as sharp as the first, the sound reverberating around the room. Anne held Jacqui down, keeping her in place across her lap. She spanked her four more times in quick succession. The pain escalated with each blow, a fire building on her flesh. But those few blows were only the beginning. The spanking went on and on and on. Anne simply did not let up and the pain burned hotly on Jacqui's backside, sinking ever deeper. But with the pain came the pleasure and throughout the beating Jacqui could feel its heat build up in her sex, which rubbed excitingly against the thin strip of leather pressing tightly against it.

At last the thrashing stopped and Jacqui twisted round to see the curves of her cruelly spanked backside. They were dark red against the black of the ultra-brief leather shorts, the imprint of Anne's fingers on her flesh merging into a deep flush of pain. Jacqui tried to get up but Anne kept her in place. She began to run her hand over the soreness of her rear, feeling the burning heat that she had inflicted on her skin. Jacqui sighed as Anne went on to stroke her fingers between her thighs. She pushed the leather deeper between her pussy lips, making her shudder with desire.

Jacqui sighed again and shuddered even more as Anne's fingers pressed harder against the wet material. She arched her back, on the verge of orgasm as Anne pressed her fingers harder still against the love juice-soaked leather. Then she stopped, pushing Jacqui off her lap. ‘Bend over the edge of the couch and wait,' she ordered, getting to her feet.

Jacqui was soon in position, breathing heavily with sexual arousal. She closed her eyes, wondering excitedly what form of chastisement Anne was going to subject her to next. She also wondered, as she listened to her leaving the room, how long she'd make her wait for it. Anne was not gone long. Jacqui's eyes flew open and she cried out loudly as the crop came down with a swish followed swiftly by a snap of leather on flesh. ‘I gave up riding years ago,' Anne said. ‘But I hung on to this. I always knew it would come in handy one day.' Jacqui let out another loud cry of pain as Anne brought the crop down again, striking another line of fire across her backside. Then a further harsh stroke landed across her rear cheeks. It was followed by another viciously harsh stroke, and then another ...

Jacqui lost count of the number of times Anne used the riding crop on her, but when the beating was finally over and she was allowed to stand up, her rear was criss-crossed with red lines and her flesh was quivering and burning with both pain and pleasure.

Jacqui suddenly became conscious of the passage of time. The light outside the window had faded and the colours in the room had dimmed and were tinged with shadows. It was evident that afternoon had morphed into evening during the course of her prolonged punishment. Now for what she'd actually planned for, Jacqui said to herself with an inward smile. Now for some pure, correction
impure
sex with Anne.

But Anne had other ideas altogether. ‘That's all you're getting out of me,' she said with grim finality, her eyes hard. ‘I want you to go to your bedroom now, shut the door, strip off your little fuck-me outfit and spend the rest of your time under this roof playing with yourself – like you were doing this afternoon for my benefit.' She went on: ‘I want you to leave at daybreak and never return. You might have been determined to seduce me today, Jacqui, but I was even more determined that you wouldn't. I told you I'm a happily married woman. I'm also monogamous, and that's the way I'm going to stay.'