"Hi, Barbera. This is Cheryl." Barbera's heart starting pounding when she recognized the voice on the other end of the phone. She had been expecting this call ever since John told her of Cheryl's future plans. She would panic whenever the phone rang. She spent endless hours each day thinking of things she could say that would change this bitch's mind. She vowed to herself that she would be strong and forceful when the moment came, but now that it was here, her knees began to buckle and she groped for a chair to sit down in. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her carefully rehearsed speech was lost somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind and she could only recall images of her degradation and humiliation at the hands of this woman who was speaking to her. "Hello? Are you there? Barbera, speak to me!" "Yes, Mistress Cheryl, I'm here." Barbera began weeping. She had no idea why she became so weak when confronted by this younger woman who was once one of her best friends. This girl, who wasn't satisfied with forcing her to perform the most vile and humiliating sexual acts, was now demanding more. More, perhaps, than Barbera could give. "Has John told you about my move?" "Yes, Mistress Cheryl. He told me what you planned to do, but he didn't give me any details or elaborate any further." "Oh." Cheryl sounded disappointed. She wanted to tell Barbera herself just so she could see the expression on her face. "Well, in that case, I'll be there for lunch today at around 12:30. Don't make anything to eat, I'll bring it with me. You just get yourself ready, a robe will be fine, and we'll discuss just exactly what is expected of you and what your options are." "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbera had hardly gotten the words out of her mouth when she heard Cheryl hang up the receiver. She placed the phone on the cradle and propped her head against her hand while she recalled what John had told her. John did not mince words when he informed her of Cheryl's plans. It was, after all, a very simple, straight-forward, move. Cheryl was divorcing Don. Don had agreed to the divorce and to provide her with ample support money while Cheryl to movie into Barbera's quest room. That was all he said, and that was all that had to be said. Barbera couldn't help but think that Cheryl was positioning herself to steal John away from her. She refused to accept that scenario and would do whatever she had to do to keep John. She became determined to lay her cards on the table when Cheryl came to lunch and to, at the very least, voice her opposition to the move. Her mind made up, she got up from the table and began to get herself prepared for Cheryl. *************** Cheryl didn't bother to knock when she arrived at Barbera's house for lunch. She figured that it was unnecessary since she was about call it her home as well. She saw Barbera sitting at the table wearing only a robe and obviously startled by the sudden intrusion. She laid the bags of Chinese take-out she purchased for their lunch on the table and walked over to the cabinets to get the plates and utensils they would need. "Gee, I thought you'd at least have the table set for lunch, Barbera. You knew I was bringing something for us to eat." Cheryl stated her disappointment in a calm manner and did not seem to be extremely annoyed. "I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl. I've had a lot on my mind lately and I guess the time just slipped up on me." Barbera got up and went over to help Cheryl ready the meal. She poured them each a large glass of iced tea and carried them to the table. "I guess you have had a lot to think about lately. Let's eat first and then we'll discuss the situation like rational adults. Okay?" "Okay, Mistress Cheryl." Barbera agreed. The two women sat and ate their lunch without muttering a single word to each other. Cheryl couldn't help but notice how nervous Barbera was as she picked through her meal. She wondered if Barbera's uneasiness was due to worry about what humiliation she would have to endure today, or whether it was brought on by the planned move. When she had finished eating, Cheryl pushed her plate away and sat watching the trembling Barbera nibble at the plate of Mandarin Beef and Rice. Finally, the tension between the two women became to much for Cheryl to bear. "What's the matter, Barbera? Don't like Chinese?" Cheryl asked while reaching in her purse for a cigarette. "No, I mean yes, I like Chinese, Mistress Cheryl. I'm just not used to eating it for lunch, and I guess I'm a little nervous today." Barbera replied. Barbera's nervousness had been evident to Cheryl from the moment she sat down at the table to eat. She lit the cigarette and drew in a deeply, exhaling the smoke through her nostrils. She guessed it was time to get on with explaining the conditions of her move to Barbera. She wasn't quite sure how to go about it and had hoped for a little push from her "slave" to sort of get her fired up. "Well, let's go into the living room and talk about it. I guess it's best if we clear the air about this move right off." Cheryl got up from the table and walked into the living room where she sat down on the sofa and crossed her feet on the coffee table. Barbera picked up the dishes from the table and placed them on the counter before biting her lip and proceeding to join Cheryl. When she entered the living room, Barbera was not sure what she was supposed to do. Thinking it better to do safest thing, she took off her robe and assumed her position in the center of the room. "No need to assume the position just yet, Barbera. Sit down and let's get whatever it is that's making you nervous off your mind." Cheryl motioned for Barbera to sit in the chair placed nearest the sofa, and watched as the naked woman sat. For some reason, Cheryl thought, Barbera looked better now than when she first saw her nude only about a couple of months ago. She seemed to look more sensuous than ever before. She studied the woman, nude but for a dog collar around her neck, for a few moments before beginning. "Okay Barbera. Tell me what it is that's bothering you. I assume it's about my new living arrangements. If it is, I want to know what you find so troubling." Cheryl took another drag on the cigarette before crushing it out in the ashtray. "Well, Mistress Cheryl, I..." "Let's cut out the formalities for the moment, Barbera. Call me Cheryl." Cheryl was hoping to get Barbera to open up and drop her guard. Well, Cheryl, I really don't know what to expect -- or what you expect of me. I mean, I've done everything you've asked me to do so far, even though I found most of them disgusting. The only thing that got me through most of those things was knowing that it would be over soon and I'd be back home and away from it all. Now, if you're living here, will there ever be an end? I don't think I could live every moment like that." Barbera began to cry and covered her eyes to avoid having to face Cheryl directly. "One more thing, I can't help but think that you're trying to take John away from me. I can't, ... I won't, let that happen. Believe me, I'll do whatever I have to do to prevent that from happening. I mean, I'll resort to any means within me to stop it." Having said her piece, Barbera wiped the tears from her cheeks and sat back in her chair to await Cheryl's reply. She couldn't stop her hands from trembling and attempted to hide the quivering by rubbing them together. She watched Cheryl lean back on the sofa, uncross her legs and spread them slightly apart. She didn't know why, but her eyes were drawn immediately to the spot under Cheryl's dress where her legs came together. She noticed that Cheryl wasn't wearing any underclothing and that caused her, for reasons unknown to Barbera, to become aroused. Embarrassed, Barbera blushed and quickly shifted her eyes to Cheryl's face. Cheryl saw Barbera staring under her dress and noticed her face turning beet red. She had hoped Barbera would provide her with an opening where she could announce her full plans to her. What she got was more than she had hoped for. She took her legs off the table and sat upright. "Barbera, I want you to move the coffee table aside and come sit on the floor between my feet while I answer you." Still trembling, Barbera got up and did as Cheryl requested. She sat down between Cheryl's feet and looked up at her face, waiting for an answer. "First of all, Barbera." Cheryl began, "Since you feel that way about John, you've already narrowed you options down to one. That option is you remain married to John and do all the nice little things that married couples are supposed to do, with the exception that you will also do whatever I tell you to do. Every night, after putting the kids to bed, you are to get yourself ready and report to me here in the living room -- nude, of course. On those nights when I have a date or other plans, you are to wait up for me, again nude and ready. When John is present, you will also do whatever he desires, but you must remember that I am your mistress and have absolute control over you. You will be required to do whatever may amuse me at the moment, and to accept whatever punishment I decide is fitting. From time to time, I may have company of my own over for the evening. They may be male or female, but their presence will not be an excuse for your not reporting here as scheduled. On occasion I may make arrangements for you to appear elsewhere, without me or John. You will go where ever I say and do whatever it is that I instruct you to do. I may forbid you to sleep in your bed with John. I may have you sleep with me, or in my bed while I sleep in yours with John, or even on the floor. You will do so without question or hesitation. These rules also apply during the day while the kids are in school. If you accept these conditions, you can remain here as John's wife and mother of his children. If you do not accept them, John and I have decided that he would leave you and file for divorce. With the photos and 'witnesses' we have, we should have no problem convincing the courts that you are not a fit parent." Cheryl paused to light another cigarette and to allow her words to sink in. She watched Barbera's head drop to her chin and heard the sobs escaping from her lips. "On the other hand," she continued, "it won't be all that bad. I'll pay a fair price for my room and board and, if I have the time, help out with the housework. There may be times when you and John need to get out by yourselves and I'll be available to watch the kids for you. That is if I haven't made plans of my own. Just remember when you return, you must present yourself to me no matter what the time." Another pause and a drag from the cigarette. "So, Barbera, do you agree to the conditions?" Barbera couldn't stop her sobbing. What possible choice did she have? She thought about how this had all begun and how she just kept getting deeper and deeper, as though she had been caught in a whirlpool and she was being dragged further and further down into the depths. She was shocked to learn that John had actually agreed to leave her and take her kids with him if she did not agree to these despicable terms. She wished he were here now so that she might confront him and see for herself if Cheryl were telling the truth. She couldn't afford to take the chance of refusing the conditions set forth by Cheryl. Life would be hell under the stated terms, but it would be completely unbearable under the alternate circumstances. "Yes, I accept, Mistress Cheryl." Barbera had forgotten that she had been excused from addressing Cheryl as "mistress." It came out of her mouth instinctively. "I thought you would." Cheryl was beaming. In the beginning, she had no idea that her little plot would eventually lead to the total domination of Barbera. She had gotten rid of her husband, finally succeeded in snaring John for sex anytime she wanted, and had a slave to satisfy whatever whim or curiosity she craved at the moment. These outcomes, coupled with the fact that the alimony that Don had agreed to pay her would allow her to live comfortably without having to work, caused her to love her life more than ever before. "Now, about all those 'disgusting' acts you had to perform. Maybe you should look at the pictures and videotapes again. As I recall, those 'disgusting' acts seemed to arouse you quite a bit at the time. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, those 'disgusting' acts seemed to provide you with some very heavy-duty orgasms." Cheryl paused and looked at the red faced Barbera sitting at her feet. "And don't for a moment think that I didn't notice you staring up my dress a moment ago." Cheryl spread her legs wide apart and continued. "Look now, Barbera. Look up my dress and tell me what you see." Barbera raised her head and peered up Cheryl's dress. She stared at Cheryl's vagina and watched it become moist. She could just faintly pick up the scent of the juices beginning to ooze from within. Cheryl was right. Barbera was getting aroused again. "I see your pussy, Mistress Cheryl" "Describe it to me Barbera. Tell me, in detail what you see." Cheryl was smiling. "I see your pussy. It's snuggled between your legs and hidden by wisps of curly hair. It's getting damp and I can smell its juices." Barbera continued to stare between Cheryl's legs, unable to turn her eyes away. "Do you like the way my pussy looks?" "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbera began blushing again. "Tell me, Barbera. Is the smell beginning to excite you?" "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." "Would you like to kiss it?" "Yes, Mistress Cheryl.." "Then ask me to allow you to, Barbera. Beg me to let you kiss and lick my pussy. Tell me what you'll do to repay me for allowing you such pleasure." "Please, Mistress Cheryl. Please let me lick and kiss your pussy. I want to so much, Mistress Cheryl. Please let me lick you until you come. I promise I'll do anything you ask me to do. I'll lick you all over, even your ass, Mistress Cheryl. I'll suck your titties real nice. Please, please let me lick you, Mistress Cheryl." Barbera couldn't believe the words she heard were coming from her lips. She couldn't believe that she actually wanted to lick Cheryl's vagina - would do anything to place her mouth on that spot. Three months ago, she would have vomited at the thought of being forced to do such a thing. Now, she craved it, was drawn to its sensual aroma, desperately wanted to feel its warm moistness against her lips. She looked up at Cheryl's face and pleaded with her eyes. "I'd like that very much, Barbera." Cheryl moved her hand down and pulled up the hem of her dress exposing herself completely to Barbera. She began to rub her hand up and down her vagina while Barbera watched. "Yes, I'd love to feel your tongue on my pussy and my asshole again, but I don't think you deserve it right now. For now, you'll have to be content with masturbating yourself and licking your own juices off your fingers. Maybe later I'll let you kiss my pussy, but not now. Lay down at my feet and start fingering yourself. When I tell you to, take your hand out of your pussy and put it in your mouth and suck all the juices off." "No, Please, Mistress Cheryl. Please let me lick you. I like that so much better." Barbera pleaded as she clutched onto Cheryl's leg. Cheryl leaned forward and grabbed Barbera's hair. "Shut up and do as you are told!" Visibly shaken and disappointed, Barbera slid down and laid on her back with legs spread wide. Her hand began playing with her own vagina. Within moments she felt Cheryl's foot on her lips. She opened her mouth and began playing her tongue across her mistresses toes before sucking them into her mouth. She had three fingers inside herself and was beginning to pump them furiously as her hips bucked upwards trying to drive them in deeper. Her head bobbed back and forth as she sucked Cheryl's toes as though they were a cock. She felt the orgasm coming and began moaning as it began its crescendo. As the orgasm was reaching its peak, Barbera felt Cheryl's hand pulling hers away from its task. "That's enough for now, Barbera. Now clean that hand off." Cheryl said. Barbera quickly put her hand into her mouth and greedily licked and sucked the juices from them. She wanted to get them clean quickly so that she would be allowed to continue her masturbation. "My, my, Barbera. That's disgusting. I thought you didn't like to do disgusting things. Do you want to stop now, or do you want to continue doing disgusting things?" Cheryl smugly asked. "Yes, Please, Mistress Cheryl. I'll do more disgusting things. Please. I've got to cum." Barbera begged with desperation. Her mind was focused on her orgasm, and her orgasm only. "Fine. Start licking your nipples. If I like the way you do it, I'll let you do something else disgusting." Barbera's hands cupped her breasts and pushed them upwards. She bent her neck as far forward as she could and stretched her tongue to its limit as she began licking her own nipples. She frantically licked each nipple as she worked her finger over the one not being tongued at the time. As she licked and massaged her tits, her hips continued to push forward searching for fulfillment. "Okay, Barbera. You do such disgustingly good work with your tongue. Now let's see you work your fingers in your ass. You like playing with your ass, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress Cheryl. I like it very much." Barbera quickly moved her hands down to her ass and began working two fingers into the tight opening. "What do you think now, Barbera? Do you think this is so disgusting?" "No, Mistress Cheryl. I mean, yes. It's disgusting, but I like it." Barbera answered. She knew it was disgusting but, at this moment, she wanted to do it. Cheryl watched Barbera work her fingers in and out of her ass as fast and as hard as the poor girl could. When it became obvious that she was once again nearing climax, Cheryl decided to end it. "That's enough! I think I've made you do enough disgusting things today. Put your hands behind your head." Barbera's eyes slammed shut as she shook her head from side to side. She couldn't believe Cheryl had ordered her to stop now. She was so close. Reluctantly she removed her fingers from deep inside her ass and clasped both hands behind her head. When she opened her eyes, she saw Cheryl light another cigarette and stare at her. Guilt was coming over her again. It seemed the guilty feelings were occurring with greater frequency lately. She hated it. She hated being forced to endure these degradations that made the guilt come back. She laid there quietly, assessing herself, while Cheryl smoked her cigarette and watched. Cheryl's glare made her even more uncomfortable and caused the guilt to increase. Despite all the guilt and humiliation, Barbera still felt her body craving an orgasm. She had come so close -- to close to stop now. She blushed bright red as she looked at Cheryl staring at her crotch, but she was also getting off on being watched. She had only one wish at the moment. She wished Cheryl would let her continue masturbating. Cheryl crushed out the cigarette and stood up while she smoothed her dress. She looked at the prone Barbera and placed the toe of her shoe against the slave's vagina. This gesture drew an immediate response from Barbera as her hips moved against the pointed shoe in a futile attempt to drive it into her. "I shall be moving in this Saturday." Cheryl finally broke her silence and spoke in a very business like tone. "John will be helping me move my things so it shouldn't take all that long. Just be ready for me Saturday night. Until then, you are not to have sex with anyone -- including John. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbera replied. She was genuinely frustrated and, at the same time, embarrassed. "See you then." Cheryl grabbed her purse and walked out the door leaving Barbera lying on the floor, nude, with hands clasped behind her head. Barbera remained on the floor until she heard Cheryl's car start and pull out of the driveway. She got herself up and looked out the window to confirm that Cheryl had indeed left before she walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She grabbed the Kielbasa she had bought to replace the one put to other uses by Julie. She set the sausage on the cutting board and made one, clean, cut. She picked up the two pieces of meat and carried them into her bedroom. **************** The rest of the week went by without incident. John would come home from work, eat supper and retreat to the basement where he would continue with his remodeling project until bed time. Barbera tended to her duties around the house as normal. Normal meaning the physical aspects of day to day routine. Mentally, she was anything but normal. She thought about her last visit from Cheryl often. She couldn't believe that she had actually let her body take control of her mind to the extent that she was begging to lick Cheryl's pussy and ass. Each time the memory came to mind, she would visibly shake and start to sob. Her current state of mind caused her to worry almost every waking moment. She worried about what she had become and about her marriage to John. The two of them had hardly spoken to each other since he told her about Cheryl moving in. Since that time, she had strong doubts about his love and concern for her. She dreaded to think of what would become of the marriage once Cheryl was living with them. On Saturday morning, over the morning coffee, John had announced that he was finished with the basement. He told Barbera that everything looked real nice and that he would give her the "grand tour" when he had finished moving Cheryl's belongings in. The announcement seemed to cheer Barbera up and add a special glow to what was the beginning of a very dark day to her. She couldn't wait to see the kids playroom and her laundry room. It would be so great not to have the kid's toys lying all over the living quarters. She wanted to start moving the toys and laundry supplies down immediately, but John told her no and ordered her, to clean the spare room one more time before the furniture arrived. Her disappointment was evident and she didn't have to tell him, but she did anyway. She saw no reason to clean the room again. After all, she had just spent an entire day cleaning and hanging brand new drapes in the room when after he had finished repainting it less than a month ago. His reply shocked her. In so many words he had said that he didn't give a damn about what she thought. He wanted the room spotless and smelling like it had been freshly cleaned when Cheryl arrived. Barbera didn't argue. She did not want to start the day off on a bad foot as far as John was concerned. In between getting the kid's breakfast and breaking up their spats, Barbera was able to get Cheryl's room finished just as she heard John pull the U-haul truck into the drive. She walked into the kitchen and looked out the window. John was swinging the truck doors open as Cheryl pulled her car into the drive. She saw Cheryl stop and talk to John briefly before walking to the back door. Barbera quickly turned on the coffee pot and pretended she was busy straightening the kitchen as Cheryl entered the room. "Whew! I'm glad that's over." Cheryl exclaimed as she plopped down at the kitchen table. "I sure am glad to get the hell out of that place and out of Don's life. How are you doing, Barbera? Didja' miss me?" "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbera answered as she carried the sugar and creamer, along with three cups, over to the table. "Good! I'm glad to hear that, because I've got a big night planned for us all tonight." Cheryl ran her hand up Barbera's dress as she set the tray on the table. "But, like I said, as long as the kid's are up and around, it's just plain 'Cheryl'." She put one finger into the leg of Barbera's panties and snapped the elastic. "This, though, is a no-no at any time! From now on, you will wear absolutely NO underclothing unless you have my express permission to do so. I suggest you remove them right this minute. Are you wearing a bra, too?" "No, I don't have a bra on. I rarely wear one when I'm just cleaning around the house." Barbera said as she slid the panties off her legs and placed them in Cheryl's open hand. "Good. I never did either. Bend down and open your mouth." Cheryl said as she balled Barbera's panties in her hand. When Barbera bent down with her mouth open, Cheryl inserted the panties into her mouth. "Keep them there until the kids come in, or I tell you to remove them." Barbera's eyes started to tear and she went to the coffee pot and filled three cups with the dark brew. She was carrying them to the table when John entered. "Oh! Thank God! Barbera, you read my mine. I'm dying for a cup of coffee. How have the kids been?" John sat at the table and waited for Barbera to bring the coffee and answer him. When she set the coffee in front of him, he looked up and saw the tears in her eyes. Barbera opened her mouth and he saw why she had not answered. He stood up and pried the panties out of her mouth and threw them down on the table in front of Cheryl. "Look, Cheryl, we agreed that this stuff would not take place while the kids were around and could see." John was annoyed. "Let's not start this new relationship off on a bad foot. Okay? I agreed to whatever you wanted, but I'll not take even the remotest chance that my kids will notice something out of place." Cheryl was surprised by John's outburst. She gathered Barbera's panties into her hand and looked at Barbera. "You're right, John. I apologize. I must not have been thinking clearly when I put them in her mouth where the kids might notice them." A smile came over Cheryl's face. "Come here, Barbera, and spread your legs." Barbera walked over to Cheryl and spread her legs as Cheryl reached under her dress and pushed the wadded material into her vagina. She looked over at John and began to sob again. "That will do for now. Later, we'll put them back in your mouth." Cheryl smugly looked Barbera in the eye and began to sip her coffee. The trio finished their coffees without much else being said. John was the first to get up from the table and exclaimed "there was work to do" as he left for the truck. Barbera and Cheryl walked out behind him and began giving him a hand in loading the furniture onto the hand cart. When the last load had been taken into the house and put in it's place, John closed the truck doors and climbed into the driver's seat advising Cheryl to follow him to the truck rental agency and drive him home. He then told Barbera to start supper and get the kids cleaned up. Barbera nodded in the affirmative and walked back into the house to begin dinner as John and Cheryl left. While preparing the meal, Barbera thought about taking the panties out of pussy, but feared that, somehow, Cheryl might notice that she had done so and inflict further punishment. She left them in place and put up with the discomfort while she went about her duties. Later that afternoon, after the dishes had been washed and put away and the kids bathed and put to bed, Barbera informed Cheryl that she was going in to take her shower and asked what she should wear. "I don't think clothing will be necessary tonight." Cheryl replied with a sly grin.. "I'm going to have to take these out to douche, you know." Barbera spat out while pointing to her pussy. "Now let's get something straight right away." Cheryl angrily shot back. "The kids are in bed and I am now 'Mistress Cheryl'. Got it?" "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbera meekly answered. "What about my panties, Mistress Cheryl?" "When you're all finished with everything else, call me. I'll come in and take care of the panties. Until then, leave them right where they are!" "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbera said with head bowed. "Mistress Cheryl, may I ask a favor?" "What is it?" "Mistress Cheryl, John just got done remodeling the basement and I've been dying to see it. Would you please let him show it to me?" "Oh, yes. I've heard about it. Of course, Barbera. When you're through getting ready, we'll all go downstairs and have a look. I'm rather anxious to see it myself." Cheryl turned to John and winked. Barbera went to the bathroom and began her shower. She carefully washed her body and shampooed her hair then shaved her legs and pubic area. When through, she dried herself off, brushed her teeth before blow drying her hair, applied a basic amount of make-up and replaced the dog collar around her neck. Satisfied that she could no longer put off the inevitable, she walked to the living room and told Cheryl that she was ready to douche. "Let's all go see the basement first." Cheryl exclaimed. Barbera followed John down the stairs as Cheryl brought up the rear. John's face was aglow with pride as he displayed the play room, pointing out the built in toy boxes and color television with its own VCR. He described how he had insulated the room to prevent the sound from spreading through the house and how he chose the paint for the walls so that the kids could use their crayons on them and the marks could be easily wiped clean. After the playroom, he took equal pride in presenting his workshop, describing every detail, without noticing the boredom on the women's face. Next, came the laundry room. It was everything Barbera asked for and more. It was large and featured ample space for the ironing board and iron with a clothes rack, for hanging clothes, running the entire length of one wall. The best feature was the built in laundry chute, which allowed Barbera to throw dirty clothes through a door in a central location upstairs, and have them fall into a basket near the washer. A small TV shelf was mounted on a shelf in the far corner. Barbera was beside herself with glee and was oblivious of her nudity and situation. As she looked around the room, she noticed another door on the wall to her right. She walked up to it and attempted to turn the handle. It was locked. "Where does this go to? Back to the play room?" Barbera spun around and asked John. "Uh, no. That's a separate room." John appeared ill at ease when asked about the room. "We, Cheryl and I, decided that there should be another room..." "Yes," Cheryl interrupted. "You see, we thought that it would be better to have a room for us adults to use. You know, sort of a 'recreation room.' Do you have the key, John?" She held out her hand toward John. "Yeah, I have it right here." John fumbled through his pockets and retrieved a ring with several keys on it. He leafed through the set and picked out the one for the door and handed it to Cheryl. Cheryl inserted the key into the lock and with a twist, opened the door. She flipped a light switch on the wall and stepped aside. "After you, Barbera. After all, this room was really intended for your use." Cheryl spread her arm out into the room. Barbera entered the room and immediately gasped out loud. Her hands flew up to cover her nose and mouth and tears began to flow once more. "Oh, no. Oh, no." were the only words she muttered as she looked around the room. It resembled a medieval torture chamber equipped with devices similar to those she saw at the leather goods shop. In the corner to her left was a small cabinet atop of which sat a TV and video recording equipment. Along the same wall was a large laundry basin and above it a shelf. On the shelf was an assortment of enema bags and a douche bulb. The wall directly in front of her was left uncovered and the cinder blocks were painted a dark gray. A number of large hooks and eye bolts were anchored into the wall at various positions. On the wall to her right hung belts, ropes, chains and the cat of nine tails she remembered Cheryl purchasing. Also against that wall stood a small chest of drawers. In the center of the room were two objects which were alien to Barbera. One looked similar to a doctors examination table, complete with stirrups. The other object appeared to be hand made and resembled a carpenter's saw horse. It had a slightly wider board across the top which was padded and covered with leather. One end was shorter that the other, as though the horse were kneeling.. Near the bottom of each leg were eye bolts. Barbera looked up at the ceiling and saw that large wood beams ran across it. From several of the beams hung chains and pulleys. She dropped her head and moved her hands upward to cover her eyes as she cried. "This room, Barbera, was originally designed as a punishment room for those occasions when you require discipline." Cheryl said as she walked to the center of the room and faced her slave. "We put a lot of thought into designing it because we believed it would be in frequent use. The entire room is sound proof so that your cries will not be heard by anyone who may be in another part of the house. To your right, next to the light switch, is a intercom from which we can monitor what is going on upstairs. You know, the kids, or the doorbell, etc. We were so thrilled with the way it came out that we decided to add the video equipment and utilize it to record your punishments and humiliations. How much time you spend in this room depends almost entirely on you. There may be times that we will utilize the room for recording or other things that aren't connected with punishment, but, for the most part, you should fear this room and what it represents." Barbera did not have to hear those last words to know that this is one room she did not ever want to see again. It was the only room that retained the hard concrete floor and the cool dampness that went along with it. She shivered as the dampness on her bare feet caused a chill to run through her body and she thought about the things that might take place here. "I guess now would be a good time to take care of those panties and, perhaps, christen the room, Barbera." Cheryl stood with her arms folded across her chest and looked at Barbera. The sight of the woman standing there, nude, quivering, sobbing, in utter despair over her situation, gave Cheryl a rush. The power she held over this beautiful, young, woman caused her to experience an exhilaration like none she had never known. The mere thought of having a cowering slave ready to lick her feet, or anything else, on command, created an immediate flow of juices to soak her pussy. Barbera looked at Cheryl, then John with a surprised, hollow, gaze. She had done nothing wrong. She did nothing that would call for her punishment. She was about to say so, but thought that might give them reason to escalate their plans for her in this room. Instead, she looked back at Cheryl and spread her legs wide. "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." "Well? What are you waiting for? Get them out of your pussy!" Cheryl demanded. Barbera reached down and inserted her thumb and forefinger into her pussy and grabbed the edge of the panties. She was surprised at how wet they had become and how easily they slid out of her. She held them out towards Cheryl, gripping them with the same two fingers she used to retrieve them from within her. "What are you handing them to me for? I don't want those smelly things. Don't you remember where they were supposed to go?" Cheryl smirked as she glanced over at John, then thought of something and held up her hand in a halting gesture. "Oh, wait! Dammit, John. We should have this on video tape. Let's start over. John set up the equipment and Barbera, put them back in your pussy." John hurried over to the recording equipment and began to set everything up as Barbera began inserting the panties back into her vagina. She used her index finger to gingerly poke the wet, slimy material back from where she had just pulled them. She turned to face the video camera, and John, as Cheryl ordered and waited for the command to restart her "performance." "Ok, Barbera, let's run through this." Cheryl began. "When I say 'Action!', what are you going to do?" "I'm going to pull the panties out of my pussy, Mistress Cheryl." Barbera shakily replied. "Yes, yes. And then what?" Barbera was befuddled. She had no idea what she was to do next. "I... I don't know what next, Mistress Cheryl" "Don't you remember where I put them first, before I stuck them in your pussy? Don't you remember my telling you that they would be put back there later? Now, where are you going to put them after you pull them out from your cunt?" "My... my... mouth?, I should put them in my mouth, Mistress Cheryl?" "See? You do remember. It's amazing how well your memory functions when punishment looms ahead. Are we ready yet, John?" John nodded affirmatively. Barbera was momentarily blinded when John turned on the camera's bright lights. She stood there in the lights' heat and waited for Cheryl's signal. At the command, she reached back into her pussy and retrieved her panties again. She held them up to the camera at Cheryl's prompting and watched as John worked the zoom in and out. She was humiliated beyond belief when she saw the lens pan over and zoom in on her face. A prod on her ass from Cheryl and Barbera opened her mouth and brought the stinking, wet panties closer. She smelled her juices mingled with the sweat accumulated through a day's worth of housework. Her stomach wrenched and began to feel queasy as the first fringe entered her mouth and touched her tongue. Cheryl whispered asides to Barbera, telling her to face the camera, stuff them entirely into her mouth, smile, etc., etc. When Barbera closed her mouth, making the panties disappear from the camera's view, the camera stopped rolling and Cheryl applauded. The hot lights, however, stayed lit. "Now we can finish cleaning you up. Douche time, Barbera, then enema time. Isn't this fun, Barbera?" Barbera's attempted reply came out as an unintelligible muffle which caused Cheryl and John to laugh almost hysterically. Cheryl took Barbera's arm and led her over to the sink while John started the camera rolling again and followed the women. Barbera, tears streaming down her cheeks, was forced to face the camera and smile, allowing just a wisp of the panties to protrude from between her teeth, as Cheryl readied the douche and enema. Her eyes widened when Cheryl held up the enema nozzle in front of them and applied a thin coating of KY Jelly. Cheryl ordered Barbera to turn around and bend over, keeping her legs spread wide. Barbera complied. Cheryl then ordered her to reach around and spread her cheeks "real wide for the camera." Embarrassed, humiliated and sobbing, Barbera again complied. She felt the nozzle enter her ass and the accompanying flow of water begin to fill her. Within seconds, she felt the large douche tip slide easily into her sopping wet vagina. The liquid shot up to her cervix and rushed back down, creating a trickling stream of vinegar and water to flow down her legs and form a puddle around both of her bare feet. She felt Cheryl squeeze her labia around the nozzle in a vain attempt to stem the flow. Barbera was at the point where she found it almost impossible to hold any more of the enema inside her.. She felt it begin to leak out her rectum and dribble down across her vagina where it mixed with the douche escaping her cunt and flowed to the floor. Suddenly, she felt Cheryl's hand on the enema nozzle and breathed a slight sigh of relief. Cheryl ordered her to use one hand to squeeze her pussy shut as she removed the douche nozzle. Barbera took one hand from her buttocks and squeezed her pussy as tightly as she could as Cheryl slowly removed the nozzle from it. Cheryl then pushed a butt plug, the large, penis shaped one purchased at the adult novelty store, into Barbera's other hand and told her to get ready to insert it as soon as the enema nozzle was removed. It was all Barbera could do to get the butt plug into her ass as quickly as necessary to stop the water from gushing out. Still bent over, ass to the whirring camera, one hand squeezing her vagina while the other held the butt plug in place, Barbera wept profusely. Barbera stood and faced the camera as directed to by Cheryl. Her crying had made it necessary for her to breathe through her mouth which, in turn, had allowed the wad of panties to protrude. She found it impossible to smile for the camera as Cheryl again ordered and managed only a sympathetic, tear filled, smile. The image of her standing there, in that predicament, caused John and Cheryl to break out in laughter once more. As soon as Cheryl allowed her to, Barbera made a quick dash to the bathroom to get rid of the liquids that filled her. She heard the continued laughter while she ran and Barbera wanted to die. Cheryl was standing next to the saw horse contraption when Barbera returned. In her hands, Cheryl held what appeared to be several leather dog collars similar to the one around Barbera's neck. The only difference being the ones in Cheryl's hands were wider and shorter than the one Barbera wore. Barbera soon learned that these "collars" were, in actuality, wrist and ankle cuffs. As Cheryl strapped them on her arms and legs, Barbera noticed that each cuff sported its own snap clasp which dangled freely. When completed with her task, Cheryl stepped back and pondered her handiwork. "Well I think they really look good on you Barbera. They go so well with your collar and seem to put the finishing touches on you. In fact, I like them so much I'm going to insist you wear them every evening when you present yourself. It might save us a lot of time." Cheryl reached forward and freed a clasp which had gotten snagged on one of the studs adorning a wrist cuff. She placed her hand under Barbera's chin and raised her down- cast eyes up to meet hers. She stared deeply into them as Barbera did to hers. "John tells me he always fantasized about fucking you in the ass, Barbera." Cheryl spoke in low, gentle tones. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd love to feel John's big cock stretching your asshole, huh? Barbera, unable to speak through the panties, nodded her head up and down as tears began flowing again. "Yes, I thought so. You, being the slut you are, would certainly enjoy anything being shoved up your ass. Well, take those panties out of your mouth and crawl over to him and get him ready. Take his pants off and start sucking him until he's good and hard." Barbera dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to John. As soon as she undid his belt and began to unzip his fly, she noticed that John needed no further attention to get ready. His cock had swollen to its limit and pushed its way through the opening in his boxer shorts when she pulled his pants down. She hooked her finger into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down to his pants, already at his ankles. John stepped out of both and stood before her. She gently cradled his testicles with one hand and used the other hand to begin feeding his cock over her flicking tongue and into her mouth. She sucked his cock deep into her mouth, until she felt the tip banging against the back of her neck. Her head bobbed and her hand feverishly massaged his balls. She felt John's hands on the back of her head as he held her firmly while thrusting his hips forward in an attempt to drive his hard cock deeper and deeper into her. In what seemed like only a few moments after she had begun sucking, Barbera felt Cheryl hands pulling her backwards. "Whoa. I said 'get him ready', not 'get him off'." Cheryl exclaimed as she pulled Barbera away from John's cock and lifted her to her feet. "Let's see how this table works now, shall we?" Cheryl pulled Barbera over to the sawhorse and made her straddle it at its high end then lie down on her stomach across the narrow beam connecting the two sets of legs. When Barbera was in position, Cheryl bent down and fastened the snaps on the wrist and ankle cuffs to the eye bolts screwed into the table's legs. In this position, Barbera's head was barely 18 inches off the floor, about knee high, while her rump jutted upwards offering anyone behind her a perfect view of her rear end and vagina. Cheryl stepped back to survey the scene and decided the bench needed repositioning. She bent back down and began turning a small crank handle connected to a worm gear that ran the length of the table. As she cranked, the table's legs spread wider apart causing the entire unit to move lower and the victim's arms and legs to spread wider and wider. When she noticed Barbera begin to wince in pain from the spreading of her legs, Cheryl stopped cranking and stepped back again for another look. This time Barbera's head was almost touching the floor while her legs were spread so wide that they had actually begun to pull her labia and anus open. "Perfect!" Cheryl announced. She walked behind the outspread Barbera and slowly pulled out the butt plug still firmly in place. "She's all yours, John." John moved in behind Barbera and pointed the end of his dick at the puckered hole before him. Cheryl, in the meantime, moved over to the video camera and pressed the buttons that caused it to hum once more. "Wait a minute!" Cheryl interrupted. "Damn! I'm so excited I'm forgetting everything tonight." She went over to the cabinet behind Cheryl and took out the large black vibrator. As she began to insert it into Barbera's dripping vagina, she turned the switch on the bottom and the vibrator started humming and vibrating intensely. The vibrating startled Barbera and she lurched forward uncontrollably. "OK! Now you're ready, John" Cheryl said, as though the fact needed a final, firm statement to assure its accuracy. Barbera felt the tip of John's cock against her anus again. This time there was no interruption, no pause, no sudden withdrawal, no orders or vocalizing. Just the pressure and the pain as the huge tool slowly inched its way past the tight opening. Once the tip had made it way past the rim, the rest of the cock followed easily. She felt its length deep within her belly. She felt it pressing against the vibrator nested in her vagina. As John began pumping his hips and working the cock in and out of Barbera's ass. the vibrator would press against her clitoris, shooting unholy sensations through her body. Although totally embarrassed, humiliated and downfallen, Barbera felt the beginning of an orgasm to build within her. She could not fight it. She couldn't tell it that it wasn't right to happen now, under these circumstances. She couldn't focus her mind on the disgusting objects around her or the smiling, leering Cheryl watching the goings on with sinister joy. She had no control over her own body at these times. She felt her hips beginning to move back and forth in syncopation with John's. The vibrations emanating from the object thrust into her pussy seemed to intensify as John's thrusts became faster and harder. Her hands gripped the legs of the table and her fingernails dug into the hard wood as her swooning began. Soon, very soon, Barbera knew her entire body would be overcome by the dizzying, tingling, ultimate high known as orgasm. Her ears began ringing so loudly she couldn't hear her own words. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck it harder!" Barbera's screams caught Cheryl by surprise. She had never heard, nor seen, Barbera so uninhibited and so wild. She double checked the camera's view finder to make sure that the entire scene was being captured by the lens. She would enjoy playing this segment back for Barbera to watch over and over again. She watched John give one final, hard lunge forward and knew that he had come. At almost the same instant, Barbera began twitching and shaking violently and Cheryl knew that she, too, had reached Heaven's gate. Cheryl felt a warm rubbing sensation on her own pussy and looked down to see her own hand massaging it through her dress. She stopped abruptly and stood, motionless, watching the husband and wife come back down to Earth. When it was over, John stumbled back to his clothing and tugged his shorts and pants back over his hips and limp penis. He was gasping for air and unable to speak as he looked at, or rather through, Cheryl. Cheryl strode across the room towards Barbera. After staring at the semen dripping out of her captive's ass and running down to the vagina, Cheryl grabbed the vibrator, switched it off and pulled it out. She gently tossed it onto the table and returned to unsnap Barbera's cuffs from the table's legs. When finished, she walked to the sink and leaned against its coolness with her legs spread wide and her eyes still on Barbera. "Now that you two have had your fun, it's my turn." She looked directly at Barbera's drooped head and paused waiting, but not really expecting, a response. "Crawl over here, Barbera and start licking my pussy and ass. I want you to lick them like you've never licked them before. I want to have the biggest fucking orgasm in my fucking life!" Barbera rolled off the sawhorse and crawled over to Cheryl. Now that her orgasm was over and her body satisfied, the guilt was taking control. She never looked up at their faces, but knew that Cheryl was smiling and John eagerly watching, as she pushed her head under Cheryl's dress and began to lick her vagina. She felt Cheryl unbutton the front of her dress and let it fall open, exposing her body, and Barbera's face, to the camera's lens. Barbera reached around Cheryl's hips and began to work her fingers towards her ass. She playfully ran the tips of her fingernails over and around the rim before shoving one into the tight hole as she shoved her tongue deep into her vagina. She felt Cheryl push against her mouth, then finger in a slow, methodical rhythm. When Cheryl's hand began pushing her head tighter against the sweet twat, Barbera realized that Cheryl's orgasm was not far off. She worked her tongue faster and let it emerge from her pussy only long enough to trace the edge of the opening occupied by her probing finger. She wanted this over quickly. She wanted this to end now. She knew from experience that the only way to end this night would be to provide Cheryl with what she demanded -- one big fucking orgasm. As she was thinking it, it happened. Cheryl's juices filled her mouth and her bucking hips made it difficult for Barbera to continue licking. She moved her head away slightly and withdrew her finger from Cheryl's ass and let it drag across her cunt and over the clitoris as Cheryl quivered. "That was great!" Cheryl's praise pleased Barbera. It would mean the night was drawing to a close. Cheryl buttoned her dress and signaled John to stop the recorder. "Well, I'm ready for a good night's sleep. How about you, John?" "You bet. It's been a long, hard day capped off with the greatest fuck I've ever had." John put the video equipment away and handed the tape to Cheryl. "It is now 11:45. I want you to stay down her until 1 a.m., Barbera. At 1, and not before, you may come upstairs. While you're here, feel free to look around at the many instruments of pain and pleasure we have purchased for you. You should look and remember what you see. You should pray that we never have occasion to use these toys. It will serve to remind you of what lies in store should you dare to disobey or show disrespect." Cheryl walked to the door and stood aside as John exited, then turned back to Barbera. "When you leave, lock the door then report to my bedroom. Waken me by licking my asshole. Lick as long as it takes to wake me." Cheryl walked out of the room and shut the door behind her. At first Barbera refused to look around the room. She did not want to see these obscene instruments of torture and lust. As the clock slowly ticked off the minutes as though they were hours, curiosity got the best of her. She began looking and feeling everything in the room. The whips, the chains, the nipple clamps and weights, the dildos and vibrators, the leather harnesses, the gags, the blindfolds. Each one caused her to shiver from fright. She vowed never to do anything which one necessitate their use. When the clock reached 1, Barbera shut off the light and locked the door behind her. She ascended the basement stairs and walked directly to Cheryl's room. She saw Cheryl lying on her stomach across the bed. She was totally naked and had her legs spread. Barbera quietly tiptoed over and placed her tongue on Cheryl's asshole. She began licking. **************** Barbera had gotten the kids of to Sunday School and John off fishing without incident and was just finishing putting the clean breakfast dishes away when Cheryl walked into the kitchen. Obviously just out of bed, Cheryl wore only a robe and slippers. Her hair was in disarray and her face bore the look of someone not quite alert yet. "Any coffee left?" She asked Barbera as she lit a cigarette and searched for an ash tray. "I think there's enough left for each of us." Barbera reached into the cupboard and pulled out two mugs which she filled with the remains of the morning's coffee. She grabbed the cups with one hand, an ash tray with the other, and carried them to the table. She plopped down in her usual chair and passed the coffee and ash tray to Cheryl. Both woman stared into the cups between sips and did not speak to each other. Barbera got up from the table and cleared the emptied cups while Cheryl reached for another cigarette. "So what's on the agenda for today?" Cheryl asked. "Nothing unusual." Barbera replied. "Just straighten up around the house and do some laundry. You know, the usual housewifely duties." "How'd you sleep last night?" Cheryl smiled as she asked Barbera the question. Barbera cringed. She remembered licking Cheryl's ass for what seemed like hours. She swore that Cheryl was awake and pretending to be asleep just to keep her licking. She remembered Cheryl finally mumbling about how good it felt and to keep it up. She did just that until she could no longer stay awake and closed her eyes. When she awoke this morning, her face was still between Cheryl's legs. She remembered the feelings of disgust and despair that she felt when she jumped up and hurried into the bath room to wash up and brush her teeth in preparation to rousing her family for the new day. "Fine, thanks. It wasn't quite enough, though. I'm still dragging." Barbera wanted to sound polite and cordial without giving Cheryl the satisfaction of hearing her complain or whine about last night. "I slept GREAT!" Cheryl said. "You know, Barbera, you have the softest, most talented, tongue imaginable." She couldn't resist the little reminder of Barbera's services. She waited for some kind of acknowledgment and was a little annoyed when Barbera just continued to straighten up to counter without so much as a pause. "You know, Barbera, I think you'd be much more comfortable doing your housework in the nude." No. Don't tell me it's going to start so soon. Not this early. Barbera reached down, untied the belt and removed her robe. Without speaking a word, she continued with her chores completely nude except for the dog collar, her constant reminder. She wiped, dusted, picked up, and moved things about while being totally aware of Cheryl's presence and watchful glare. "I'll be going out to dinner tonight." Cheryl announced. "So don't bother setting a place for me. I've got a date! I'm so excited. My first date since my break-up. Remember to wait up for me -- nude and ready, of course." "Good for you. I'm glad. Yes, I'll wait up for you." Barbera went about her duties elated that she would have the entire evening with the kids and John. She hoped Cheryl's date would be the start of a lasting relationship and that Cheryl would eventually remarry and forget all about this current arrangement. She thought about the prospects of that happening each time she paused from her housework. Her spirits were lifted and the day seemed somewhat better now. The rest of the day flew by. It was one of the happiest days Barbera had in quite some time. Later that night, after everyone had gone to bed, Barbera sat on the couch and enjoyed the serenity of the empty living room. The TV was on but the volume was turned down to an almost inaudible level. No sound was needed. Barbera had seen this rerun a zillion times. She was just happy to relax and stretch out without be ordered to do this or do that. She realized that this peace would end as soon as Cheryl returned home, but for now she was content, just lying around. Barbera glanced up at the clock as she heard the car pull into the drive. It was 12:28 on the nose. She listened as she heard one car door slam, and then another slam. That couldn't be. Surely Cheryl wasn't bringing her date here. Panic struck. Should she remain nude as ordered? Or should she throw on her robe to greet the guest? She froze in a sitting position on the couch as the front door opened and Cheryl peeked in. "Oh, good. You did wait up." Cheryl's giggle and stumbling gate revealed her use of a bit to much alcohol that evening. "Barbera, I'd like you to meet Ronald." Barbera stood up and nodded her head as the handsome stranger walked through the room. He was a very tall man with wavy black hair and rugged good looks. The kind of man you'd expect to see in some action movie or Marlboro commercial. He looked at Barbera and his eyes opened to twice their normal size. "Ronald, this is Barbera, the girl I was telling you about. You remember, the one with the many talents?" Cheryl couldn't help but giggle at the end of each sentence. "Hi, Barbera. Glad to meet you. Cheryl's been telling me about you all evening long." I'll bet she has. Barbera though to herself. Her face reddened when she remembered her nudity and she squeezed her legs together a little tighter. "Yes, I can imagine. It's nice meeting you, Ronald." Barbera politely replied. "Now, now. Don't disappoint me, Barbera." Cheryl shook her finger at Barbera as she closed the double doors leading to the rest of the house. "It's 'Master Ronald'." "Yes, I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl. It's nice meeting you, Master Ronald." Barbera dropped her head and waited for the next command. She hoped, prayed, that she would not be led to the basement room. Cheryl grabbed Ronald's hand and led him to the couch where they both sat down. "Assume the position, Barbera." Cheryl barked and then giggled as Barbera snapped to the position. "Ronald and I had a really good time tonight. The only problem is that we're both a little horny and I suggested we come here where I was sure you could take care of our little problem. You will do that for us, won't you, Barbera?" "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." She answered. She was much to humiliated to face either of them and opted for a spot on the wall behind the sofa above their heads. "Good! Well, get to work! Crawl on over here and see if your talented mouth can get Ronald as ready for me as it got John ready for you last night." Barbera sobbed and h