That evening Donna had to stand chained to the wall and watch while her friend was bound and locked into her bird cage. As Jan’s cage was pulled up to the ceiling, Donna couldn’t help but to see the two smaller cages hanging empty. Strange as it sounds, she would have loved to see the two pesky but lovable teenage girls tightly bound and securely locked in their tiny cages. She sighed when she saw Jan’s eyes also fixed on the empty cages.
While remaining chained to the wall by her neck collar, Donna’s hands and feet were freed. She had expected to be stuffed into her cage with her hands tied behind her and her ankles tied together, the usual procedure. Instead Julie gathered her arms together behind her back and pulled a loop of thin rope up and around her elbows. As she pulled the elbows tightly together, she explained, “The Mistress, she wants your arms tied good and tight behind you. She wants you feeling the tight ropes and hurting all the time when she plays with you in bed. That’s the way she is.”
Donna had forgotten that Margaret had said she would take her to bed tonight. Donna sighed then gasped as Julie cinched down the cruelly tight ropes around her elbows. As her wrists were tightly bound together, she considered protesting that she didn’t want to go to bed with Margaret, but she held it back. What was the use? She was a slavegirl, owned by her mistress, and as such had nothing to say in the matter. If her owner wanted to take her to bed, she would go. And she knew that she would perform once there, that she would service to the best of her ability the woman she hated. She would do it to avoid painful punishment for her and probably for Jan, as well.
When her arms were very tightly secured behind her back, Julie unlocked the padlock from her collar and replaced it with a short length of rope. As she was being led out the door, she commented, a little sarcastically, “Aren’t you going to tie my legs with that thin cord so they’ll be hurting, too, and I’ll have to hop.”
“Honey,” replied Julie with a sincere smile, “best you don’t go talking like that around the Mistress. You get your behind whipped real good for sarcasm.” Then she really smiled. “Besides, Margaret might like idea. It’s a long way to have to hop to her bedroom. Honey, best you keep your mouth shut.”
Margaret’s bedroom was like the woman, large, with a solidly built bed boasting four posts at least four inches thick, and done if tones of red and black. The carpet was a burnt orange and the walls had red wallpaper in a Greek column pattern. Donna was led to the foot of the bed and her leash tied to a ring in the post above her head, Then Julie was gone. A while later Margaret came in and eyed her captive like a cat with a cornered mouse. She was wearing a very short leather skirt that showed off her firm legs, and a matching black leather vest. Nothing else. From one dresser she picked up a riding crop.
“Sweet little slavegirl! Ropes nice and tight?” Margaret inspected her naked body, shaking the bound elbows as if she might find a loose rope. She untied the leash from the ring and the collar and tossed it away. “Good and tight. Bend over.”
Donna sighed to herself and bent forward until her head was about the level of her knees. Suddenly her bottom burst into fire. She gasped and jumped forward. The riding crop had slashed across flesh still sore from the first day in Margaret’s captivity.
“Bend over,” came the command again. Again Donna bent over. A girl with her arms tightly bound behind her had little choice but to obey. Again the crop cut through the air and set a fire ablaze upon Donna’s tender bottom.
Margaret tossed the whip back to the dresser. “Now that we understand each other, we can get to more fun things. You didn’t deserve those slashes. You hadn’t done anything wrong. I did it just to show you that I can and will deliver pain when I feel like it. And certainly will feel like it if you don’t perform every service I order quickly and very well. Understand ?”
“Yes, Mistress.” The reply had no real feeling in it, but it also wasn’t sarcastic or a protest. Margaret grunted but didn’t reach for the whip again, Instead she stood before Donna with legs spread and put her hands on her hips. “Take my vest off?”
Donna started to protest that her hands were tied and she couldn’t but swallowed the words down. Her bottom was hurting and she knew that this woman would not hesitate to deliver a dozen or two dozen more strokes. Hell, Donna was sure that if this woman wanted to, she would tie Donna down and lash every bit of skin from her body.
She took the edge of the vest gently in her mouth and pulled it up and over on shoulder. Walking around the back of Margaret, she continued to pull the vest until it was hanging by the other shoulder. Then she took the edge by Margaret’s big breast and pulled that side off. Being careful not to drop the leather garment, she carried it over to a dress and deposited it thereon.
“Good,” commented Margaret, obviously pleased with her slavegirl. “Now the skirt.”
Donna examined the garment and, finding a zipper on one side, knelt down to take it in her teeth. It zipped all the way from the waist to the hem line. She had to tug a bit but the final part of the zipper came undone, leaving her with a black leather skirt hanging from her mouth. She carried that to the dresser and deposited it with the vest. Then she returned to Margaret and knelt before her and bowed her head. She knew she might be risking punishment for doing something not directly ordered, but she also felt that she might make the evening go easier if she pleased this cruel woman.
Apparently she had pleased the woman who was now as naked as Donna, save for the ropes tightly wound around her arms. Suddenly, and with surprising ease, she picked up Donna and tossed her on, the bed. Before Donna finished bouncing, the bigger woman was on her, grabbing a handful of breast with one hand, and half a bottom with the other. The bound girl was handled roughly for a long time. Her breasts were squeezed until she cried out in pain. Her sore bottom was kneaded by very strong fingers, evoking gasps and whines of pain. The tied girl was tossed this way or that on the bed, whenever her mistress wished another part of her body to rough up. Her breasts were slapped until tears stung her eyes, and she was even turned over Margaret’s knee to receive a very hard hand spanking that hurt far more than Donna had believed a hand spanking could. Of course the flesh was sore and it didn’t take much to make it bum again.
Finally Margaret seemed to tire of roughing her slavegirl up and laid herself down on the bed. Her legs spread wide to encompass Donna within. Then came the order Donna dreaded. “Suck my tits!”
She crawled up between the legs, until her mouth was upon one already rigid nipple. She began sucking and licking her tongue around the nipple in a way she knew would please any woman. Donna’s breasts were pushed against Margaret’s hard stomach but it was the only way she could get her mouth in position. For a long time the sucking went on, with Margaret pausing only to order a shift in breasts now and then. Just when Donna’s neck was hurting from holding her head up, Margaret pushed her down until her face was buried in the lush fur patch. “Suck and lick, slave slut!”
Donna sucked and licked and was glad in a sad way that Jan had trained her so very well in what makes a woman excited and ultimately satisfied. It took a lot longer than Donna would have thought and she began wondering if Margaret was holding back deliberately. Jan had always reached an orgasm or two long before her naked new owner showed any signs of coming close. But the orgasm finally came and the strong legs clamped around Donna’s head, crushing her face into the pungent vagina she had been working so hard on.
Donna almost smothered before the legs let her go. She lay on her side, panting and trying to ignore the pain in her elbows and shoulders while Margaret shuddered through her ecstasy. Half an hour later Margaret got out of bed and fetched some rope from the dresser. She bound Donna’s ankles together tightly, then dragged the naked captive to her feet. She was picked up and carried around to the end of the bed where she was set down between the two posts, facing the bed. Margaret then looped the end of some rope around Donna’s right arm above where the elbows were still tightly joined. That rope then went to the ring high on the post on that side. Then it came back and was tied solidly to the ropes around her elbows. Another length of rope did the same to her left arm. When Margaret finished and lay back down on the bed, Donna was held in a standing position at the end of the bed, facing her mistress. “Any noise,” came a casual order, “and I gag you then whip your breasts until none of their skin is unmarked. Understand?”