Down and Down She Goes
By Saphhia
This can be a new collection. I am unsure what number of chapters there will likely be at this stage, however I am hoping will probably be gratifying for all. Your complete collection has a lesbian theme and is a story of reasonably excessive BDSM and blackmail/extortion. Some scenes include graphic content material and could also be disturbing to learn. If this isn’t your cup of tea, then all I can say, is that you’ve got been warned.
Chapter One
A Fateful Encounter
I do not know what might have gotten into me, to be sincere. I might been a profitable legal professional for a decade and had the cash and possessions to indicate for it, too. On the tender age of thirty-three, I used to be the place most profitable males solely dreamed of being by the age of sixty. I had lived in a big property in an unique neighborhood, drove a Bentley, and had nobody to share it with.
The one factor that appeared to be unsuitable with my life, was my ridiculous intercourse drive. I used to be what some folks would name a nymphomaniac. As cautious as I used to be, the extra my cunt took over my life, the riskier my conduct turned. For a girl in my place, it was very harmful certainly. I usually questioned if I actually was Harriet Musgrove, or only a handy accent to my very own hairless cunt.
I actually could not nail down who I used to be extra interested in, males or girls and I figured that I used to be bisexual. Every had their good and unhealthy factors, and I used to be positive to use every to the fullest.
With males, I appeared to be extra dominant and was good at it too. I would not precisely name myself a Dominatrix or something, however males appeared to relish having me put them of their place.
With girls, nevertheless, it was simply the reverse. I could not be something however submissive within the presence of a girl, and that was the place my most harmful conduct exhibited itself. After I say submissive, I used to be normally groveling at their toes by the top of a night. For somebody with a lot to lose, it was a really susceptible place to be in.
After all, I used to be at all times extraordinarily cautious to not reveal something to do with my vanilla life, both to the lads I noticed, or the ladies I served. It was usually a fragile line to stroll, however up till lately, I used to be extraordinarily good at it.
That night time I used to be set to satisfy up with one other feminine dominant I had been paired with. It was a service I paid handsomely for, and the dominants had been discreet and by no means requested questions. They had been solely there to place me in my place, and as my file implied, my wants had been excessive and required a talented hand. The membership itself was lavish, catering solely to those that might afford its exorbitant charge.
It had all began so casually. I by no means thought I might ever find yourself a hardcore submissive. A number of the membership dominants even commented, saying that I had all of the makings of a real slave and that if I ever grew bored with the monotony of the excessive life I led, I ought to take into account the sacrifice.
After all, this line of feedback by no means didn’t rile me up, and I usually responded extra favorably to their energy over me. I might think about myself giving all of it up, you realize. The considered signing every part over to a robust lady made me so sizzling that I might wrestle to not come, even after being warned of the results, ought to I crest with out permission.
That night time, I might be assembly a brand new Domme, one which I used to be promised would meet all my wants higher than anybody I had beforehand been paired with. Her title, a minimum of her stage title, was Valerie. Who knew if it was her actual title, who cared?
After I was taking part in the dominant with males who sought my firm, I might go by the title Clarissa, however after I was feeling the necessity to serve a girl, I most well-liked the demeaning title, Skunk.
It was a reputation I had earned, apparently, as one in every of my dominants insisted. I believe her title was Marsha, and he or she was working me over on the rack, her cat striping my again and ass with raised crimson welts. “You understand, slave, with that smelly faucet between your legs, I actually should name you Skunk. Would you want that, slave?”
I keep in mind her working her fingers up the within of my thigh, gathering the juice that I knew was there, and holding it up beneath my nostril. I knew my very own scent and knew it was robust, however not disagreeable. She slipped her fingers between my lips, forcing me to wash my very own arousal from her fingers.
“What’s your title, slave?” She requested, hoping that I’d take her lead.
For a second, I very practically revealed my precise title, the primary letter on my lips. “Ha…H…” I stammered. Then, surrendering my will to her, I groveled, “Skunk.”
“Very properly, Skunk.” And he or she proceeded to thrash me to inside an inch of my life, driving house the title, repeating it, again and again till I lastly broke down in a blubbering heap. After that night time, I modified the title on my membership membership, insisting that each one the employees check with me by my new given title.
And so, after I was launched to Valerie, I used to be already one foot into the function, which is precisely as I wished it. “This fashion, Skunk.” She urged with a curling finger. I used to be ushered down the acquainted hallway to a brand new and really completely different room.
Lots of the dominants used frequent rooms, with equipment and gear already positioned for his or her use. Valerie had her personal area, and I knew that she was like me, a rich lady with specific wants.
“Strip over there.” She insisted, pointing to a nook the place the empty milk crate appeared completely misplaced. The room was past decadent, with leather-based upholstered partitions, and a few of the most original gadgets I had ever seen, a few of which I didn’t acknowledge. They weren’t the usual fare for a dungeon.
The half masks she wore solely served to intensify her ravishing seems to be, and I might inform she was a number of years my junior. As soon as bare, I used to be given the one-word command, “Nadu.”
Not most of the dominants bothered with the formality of slave positions, however I favored the truth that this lady did. I shortly knelt, drawing my heels into my buttocks and laying my palms, palms up, on the tops of my thighs. My eyes had been ahead and down, disregarding her actions earlier than me.
“Properly, Skunk, I perceive you want issues… tough.” She mused, her open palm touchdown full pressure in opposition to my cheek, practically however not fairly knocking me out of place. She appeared impressed by my stoicism as I didn’t recoil or alter my stance. My left cheek stung like fireplace, however I knew this was a check, one I used to be decided to cross.
Three extra blows as exhausting and actual as the primary, despatched a tear down my cheek as I struggled to take care of my composure. I knew that I might have a tough time overlaying the bruises to my cheek and eye the next Monday, however then, this was my alternative. I did certainly prefer it tough.
“Maybe what I’ve been instructed about you shouldn’t be an exaggeration, in any case.” She commented, strolling to an elaborate cupboard and pulling what seemed like a whip from its inside. Despite the fact that my eyes had been solid downward, I might see that this was no flogger. Valerie didn’t play video games. What she held in her hand was a bullwhip. I heard, reasonably than felt the lengthy whisp of knotted leather-based whistle previous my ear. At first, the ache didn’t register, however I knew ache like this was such a shock to the synapses that they took a second or two to mood the sign to my mind.
Solely after the third lash did the ache lastly hit house, and it was unattainable to keep away from the loud moan of discomfort from my mouth. It was not a criticism, however an anticipated response to what she was doing to my again. There have been guidelines within the membership, and a kind of guidelines was any blood drawn was strictly by express permission. I all of a sudden wished I might rescind the signature I had positioned on the discharge.
By the eighth lash, I used to be on the verge of passing out, not from the ache, however from the sudden rush of endorphins that flooded my system. Seeing me wobble and maybe the profuse perspiration on my forehead, she laid apart the whip. “That is sufficient of that, for now.” She sighed. “You probably did a lot better than I might have anticipated for one so unmarked by the lash.” She ran her fingers down my again and I used to be not mistaken as to the severity of the blows. Her fingers got here away reddened with my blood.
“I am sorry, Mistress.” I slipped, feeling ashamed that I had dirtied her fingertips with my blood. A fast faucet to my mouth with the again of the identical hand taught me that she didn’t tolerate unbidden speech. It was nothing greater than an tutorial gesture.
“You’ll have scars, I am afraid, Skunk.” She chortled. “To be sincere, I’m a bit shocked you bear none. It is apparent that you’ve been handled too leniently up to now. These days are over for you, slave.” She washed her palms in an obtainable basin and returned with a tube of ointment.
I bent my head in thanks, as she utilized the soothing salve on what had been undoubtedly some ugly cuts to my pristine pores and skin. Tears fell, unbidden from my eyes, the act of kindness in such stark distinction to her violence of some moments earlier than.
“This may soothe and forestall an infection, Skunk, however it’s going to forestall the marks from closing as they usually would.” She knowledgeable me. “Have you ever ever seen a again marked by the whip?”
I assumed she wished a response however was unsure whether or not she desired a verbal reply. As a substitute, I merely nodded that I had. I as soon as topped a person who had been a prisoner of struggle, unusually sufficient, marveling over the lash marks on his again. I questioned why somebody, who had admittedly been in captivity, desired the agency hand of a dominant lady. I wasn’t one to query his motives however did take care to not press him too far. He was at all times completely satisfied on the finish of it.
The marks on his again had been raised, the welts like ropes, mimicking the lash that made them. He knew they had been ugly, however to not me. Now I might sport those self same scars, and for a second I panicked. Valerie noticed my angst and caressed my braided hair, which fell to the bottom of my nape.
“Simple, Skunk. You knew that someday your exploits right here would lead to you being so marked. You could have solely to simply accept them as my present to you. As soon as marked, you’ll eternally submit. You understand this to be true, sure?”
“Sure, Mistress.” I lastly answered. She caressed my face the place her hand had reddened my cheek, urging a smile from me.
Deep down, I knew that what she stated was true, past a doubt. How might I ever go to a person, and dominate him, sporting such scars? Valerie had made that alternative for me, and in a manner, it was a aid to know that I might not be tempted by the weak spot of males.
After that she took me on my knees, her hefty cock splitting me as she described the marks she had inflicted intimately. Solely after she had come by the friction of the bottom of her harness, did she allow me to masturbate earlier than her. Empty, my cunt gaping from her fucking, I furiously introduced myself off. I felt the chilly sting of the laid stone flooring in opposition to my wounds, the ache coaxing my orgasm as I lay prostrate and uncovered.
Her amused laughter was sufficient to ship me crashing over the sting, the utter humiliation of my place at her toes coursing by means of my thoughts like a spear. Then in a single remaining gesture of domination, she introduced her bare foot down over my panting mouth, forcing it inside. I got here as I gagged on her aromatic toes, Valerie intentionally pressured them inside.
Then, to drive house my place, which was so decidedly under her personal, she saved them there. Lengthy after I had suffered the afterglow of my orgasm, the ache in my again returning for what it was, she made me suck on her foot. The circumference of the appendage stretched my mouth to splitting, she moved her toes deeper to elicit my gagging response.
Declaring the session at an finish, Valerie excused herself from the room, leaving me to decorate within the nook, alone. I seemed about me; all the flamboyant gear and toys, and he or she had used solely two gadgets to place me so fully in my place. A whip and a cock.
Licking the Wounds
I might really feel the moisture seeping by means of my shirt as I drove house, hoping that my blood did not seep by means of sufficient to smash the leather-based of my automobile seats. I had retrieved a towel from the trunk that I used at any time when I needed to resort to placing something in there. It was spotless, in fact, however it was the trunk.
The towel had saved the seat however made me painfully conscious of simply how excessive my lashes had been. I knew my white shirt was ruined past assist as I stripped out of it within the laundry room. I positioned it within the trash, daring my open storage topless, for the primary time, ever. What had come over me?
I slowly made my strategy to my tub, hoping {that a} good lengthy soak would relieve a few of the ache I used to be experiencing. As I turned to fill the bathtub, I caught the primary lengthy take a look at my again within the mirrored wall.
The place as soon as was pure alabaster pores and skin, offended crimson slashes now opened the pores and skin at random angles chopping deep into its floor. I questioned if I’d really want sutures, however then I remembered Valerie’s phrases. Actual slaves would obtain no such remedy, oh no. I might see the salve, slathered generously on the vicious wounds, invested deep into every of the lengthy sweeping cuts.
I used to be all of a sudden fascinated by the sample which might eternally be etched into my pores and skin. A number of intersections, unfold wider than the person strains, would definitely make for an uglier scar. X after X appeared to crisscross my pores and skin, dissecting it, dividing it. They had been lovely and horrible, and most decidedly ugly.
Foregoing the tub, I discovered a sacrificial sweat high that may soak up the oozing sufficiently, and donned it, choosing a sponge tub to wash away the spent sexual exudates from my cunt. I believed I ought to brush my tooth, the style of Valerie’s foot nonetheless bathing my tongue with its pungent odor. Then, I believed higher of it, preferring to permit my tongue to languish within the taste.
Slowly, over the weekend, the cuts on my again, laid open so intentionally by my higher, started to scab over. It itched like loopy however realizing I might solely make the scarring extra evident ultimately, I resisted the urge to scratch. I had lastly relented and brushed my tooth, however having lived with the style for thus lengthy, discovered myself unable to neglect the flavour.
I resisted the urge to name into work on Monday. I at all times despised these workplace ladies, who, having indulged themselves too deeply, discovered themselves unfit for work the next week. Was I any completely different? A distinct type of indulgence, for positive, however not all that eliminated.
Having discovered a surgical provide home on Saturday, I had been overlaying the lion’s share of the lashes with gauze wrap, which I wrapped about my torso. If my subordinates might get a take a look at what I had happening beneath my costly swimsuit, they might all be exceedingly amused.
One week turned to 2, and I had missed a weekend session on the membership, one I had organized earlier than assembly the illustrious Valerie. I attempted to think about myself submitting to anybody apart from her, and the thought appeared patently absurd. She had marked me.
By the top of the day on Friday, I made a decision to flee the workplace a bit early. There was nobody to object, as I used to be probably the most senior companion within the agency. The scabs had been sloughing a bit at a time, till all that remained had been the X’s. These crisscross scabs that had been deeper than the remaining, had been hanging on, cussed to let unfastened their remaining judgment. How ugly wouldn’t it be?
I slipped into the tub, realizing that the nice and cozy water would seep beneath the scabs and launch them from the sides. I wasn’t incorrect. I might really feel the pores and skin loosen up because the scabs let go of their greedy edges. One after the other, they fell away, and finally, I might know simply how disfigured I might be.
Prolonging the inevitable, I dressed and went out, deciding to swing by the workplace to learn over some last-minute adjustments to a case I had been engaged on that afternoon. I used to be feeling free for the primary time in weeks. The bandages I had been pressured to put on had been no extra, and the newly created scars on my again felt like excited little erogenous zones because the silk shirt caressed them.
As I entered my workplace, I knew I used to be the one one there. It was Friday in any case, and all of the little youngsters had been out to play. Flipping on the sunshine I walked throughout my nook workplace to my carved oak desk.
That is after I noticed it. My breath caught in my throat as I seemed down on the insidious little insult. The place my normal nameplate would stand, inscribed Ms. Harriet Musgrove, Esq., there was a special plaque. No much less ornate or extra poorly engraved, the brand new nameplate merely learn ‘Skunk’.
Somebody had gone to a substantial amount of hassle and expense to create such a factor, however that was hardly my largest concern. Somebody in my workplace knew about my escapades on the membership. I instantly took the plaque and stuffed it in my purse, questioning what had occurred to the unique.
Clearly, somebody had supposed for me to seek out the factor Monday morning, as I hardly ever returned to the workplace over the weekend. Panicked, I instantly ran to the safety desk and demanded to see the workplace footage from the earlier a number of hours, explaining that one thing had been taken from my desk.
The guard on responsibility urged calling the police, however that was the very last thing I wanted. I imparted that it might simply be a mistake or a prank by one in every of my co-workers. He pulled up the file and started scanning again from after I had entered the constructing.
To my shock, solely an hour earlier than I returned, somebody had been in my workplace. I attempted to acknowledge the individual, who was decidedly feminine, however she by no means turned towards the digicam, as if realizing that it was there. All I might verify from the footage was that she had lengthy darkish hair, a slender construct, and appeared well-dressed.
The video confirmed her changing the plaque with one from a small field that she opened on my desk. My authentic went within the field and had left along with her. A lot for locating that, I believed. The guard then urged leaving the plaque with him, in order that he might have it dusted for fingerprints.
Contemplating what was printed on it, I sincerely doubted I might be leaving it anyplace. I thanked him for his hassle and disappeared again into our places of work. I pulled up my pc and began checking personnel recordsdata. There have been 5 girls who matched the outline on the video, however I could not think about any of them having any data on me from the membership. All had been exemplary workers, however that actually did not rule them out.
The one individual I saved coming again to was Vanessa Value. She was a recent and each bit as profitable an legal professional as myself. I dare say, she may even surpass my success, contemplating…, my coronary heart lurched. Scrutinizing my expertise on the membership with Valerie, my reminiscence was usually sharp as a tack. All the things appeared a bit blurred, and I attributed that to my mind-set.
I pulled up her file, trying fastidiously at her face. Was she? Might she be? I dismissed the notion out of hand, as a result of the results of such a factor had been too gut-wrenching to contemplate. She was at all times clamoring on the bit, making an attempt to weasel instances from my grasp at each flip. I admired her tenacity, but when she was, certainly, Valerie, I shuddered to suppose what which may imply. I shortly learn over the case, wrote down the notes to myself for the next Monday, and took off for house.
V for Vanessa
Your complete weekend was fraught with fear, as I imagined going into the workplace Monday and dealing with Vanessa. By Sunday, I used to be completely satisfied that she was Valerie. It might actually clarify her capability to afford the membership’s ridiculous charges, and I might actually see her because the aggressive Domme she had been with me.
The actually scary half was, I by no means wore a masks in any of my dalliances on the membership. It was the one danger that I thought of acceptable. The probabilities of anybody recognizing me had been subsequent to nothing, or so I believed.
What a thrill it should have been for her, to understand who she had in her clutches that night time. No surprise she marked me as she had. The good and highly effective Harriet Musgrove, Esquire, lowered to nothing greater than a sniveling skunk. God, she should have been over the moon.