Date: Thu, 31 May 2012 17:00:40 -0400 (EDT)
From: RedHawke
Subject: Miss Olivia's Chair

Miss Olivia's Chair (F/F, F/M, D/s, BD) by RedHawke
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Miss  Olivia was busy applying a leather belt to the ass and legs of her
favorite  slave, Petra, who was hanging red-faced and helpless by her breasts
in Miss  Olivia's dungeon. A chime rang, announcing the arrival of a guest
to the  mansion, but Miss Olivia did not slow down or hesitate for a second,
knowing  that Bailey would answer the door promptly Bailey certainly didn't
want to  linger: he had been slow to get the door the day before when Miss
Alice had come  calling, and Miss Alice was not happy about waiting, since
she had her hands  full with four slaves on leash. After a particularly
painful caning session at  the hands of both mistresses, a massive butt plug was
forced into Bailey and  fixed into place with a small padlock and chain.
Now Bailey had been wearing  the cruel plug in his ass for about 10 hours;
he was extremely sore and highly  constipated, but even though he was having
trouble walking, he had scrambled for  the door all day. He appeared in the
doorway, his tremendous cock hanging below  the short skirt of his frilly
maid's uniform, to greet the new arrivals:  Mistress Althea, a muscular,
light-skinned black woman with close-cropped, cocoa  hair and a spray of
cinnamon freckles across her cheeks that made her look  incredibly cute, hiding her
rather fierce true nature, was bringing her slave  girl, Shonda, for
punishment. Shonda's pale white skin contrasted brilliantly  with her lustrous
mane of thick, auburn hair. She was beautiful, tall and leggy,  and could have
been a supermodel except that her breasts were gigantic. She made  a fortune
modeling lingerie, though, and she kept Mistress Althea in high  style.
Shonda had gotten a bit lazy and impertinent, lately, and although  Althea
certainly knew how to rein in her slave girl and wasn't squeamish about
applying punishment when it was deserved, she understood that sometimes
misbehaving children will mind a stranger when they disobey their own parents.
This was common sense, and masters and mistresses frequently brought their
charges to Miss Olivia, for she was easily the cruelest mistress they knew,
and  any slave subjected to her harsh (and sadistically creative)
ministrations  experienced a complete attitude adjustment. Some slaves wept with relief
upon  being returned to the very owners whom they had resented not long
before. Slaves  came back from a chastening by Miss Olivia in a very, very
obedient frame of  mind.
Now it was Shonda's turn. Bailey welcomed them into the mansion,  noticing
the slave girl's seemingly nonchalant attitude and her unconcealed  smirk at
his maid's dress. Even if that blasé expression were just for show,  Bailey
thought, Miss Olivia would soon wipe it off the busty redhead's face. He
smiled to himself despite the throbbing ache in his rectum as he limped
along,  guiding the visitors deep into the mansion. He had been very well-behaved
since  yesterday's mishap, and he was hoping he might be allowed to watch
the beautiful  slave get her punishment. He had been listening to Petra being
beaten, and he  was curious to see what kind of shape she was in.
When Bailey and the guests  reached the dungeon, they could hear Petra's
high screams coming from behind the  heavy black door, accompanied by the
delicious slap of leather against soft,  defenseless flesh. Bailey rang the call
chime at the dungeon door, and after two  or three more slaps and yelps,
Miss Olivia buzzed them to enter. Ever-observant  Bailey had watched the slave
girl drop her defiant front like a hot rock upon  hearing the screams of
pain coming from beyond the door, and when they entered  the torture chamber,
her apprehension turned to fear at the sight of Petra  hanging helplessly by
her breasts, which were wrapped tightly around and around  with leather
straps that wound around a sturdy chain, suspending her neatly from  a steel
hook in the ceiling, one of many such hooks around the room. Petra's  backside
was bright red, with visible welts crisscrossing her back, ass, and  legs.
Her body was glazed with sweat and tears were streaming down her face as
she struggled to control her choking sobs.
Mistress Althea smirked at her  slave's horrified expression on observing
the beaten Petra, but she moved  quickly to discipline the girl. "Eyes down!"
 she barked, snapping a leather  strap smartly across Shonda's ass. The
slave dropped her head quickly, red hair  fluffing forward over her face.
"This stupid bitch has come to be taught how  to follow orders better,"
Althea said to Miss Olivia, who was sizing up the  well-endowed girl. Olivia,
being of Asian descent, was not tall--only about 5  feet, but to her slaves
she seemed a giant, towering in her  malevolence.
"Despite what you see at the moment," Althea continued, "She's  not as
humble as she should be. It's quite clear she needs desperately to learn  some
humility from a capable teacher. Will you accept the slut as your  student?"
"Is she fit to learn?" Miss Olivia purred. She had a decidedly  dangerous
purr.
"She is," answered Althea, assuring Miss Olivia with these  words that her
slave was healthy enough to endure the treatment, physically and  mentally.
"I accept her," Olivia said. "Bailey, show Mistress Althea out and  return
to me."
Bailey showed Mistress Althea to the door and collected her  payment, in
advance, for Miss Olivia's session with Shonda. No one ever  complained about
paying in advance, because no one was ever dissatisfied with  Miss Olivia's
service. They knew it was money well spent.
When Bailey  returned to the dungeon, Miss Olivia ordered him to free the
groaning Petra from  her bonds. "After she is untied, put her in her cage,"
Olivia commanded. Bailey  was disappointed to hear that Petra was going into
the cage, because that meant  she would be allowed to watch the
festivities. Bailey wished that he could be  the one in the cage, but he had to admit
Petra had paid a very high price of  admission for that coveted place. He had
to content himself with enjoying the  sight of Petra, beaten and helpless,
and he took the opportunity to squeeze her  tortured ass and titties and to
pinch and twist her nipples as he untied her and  lifted her down to the
floor. Bailey didn't mind wearing a dress and loved to  get fucked in the ass,
but he was all man, and his cock swelled as he ran his  hands over the
sweat-drenched body of the slave girl.  He wished he could  have fucked her
brains out while she was still hanging from the ceiling. His  mistress did let
him stuff his giant dick into Petra from time to time, so he  could be patient.
Miss Olivia watched Bailey fondling Petra with amusement.  Although he was
trying to be furtive about it, she noticed the groping, but it  didn't
matter. She knew Bailey was sad that the place of honor had gone to Petra  today,
but he didn't complain. He had been well-behaved, so allowing him to take
Petra down was a reward for his good behavior. She knew very well that he
would  cop a feel; that was part of the reward. Petra, as worn-out and
beaten-up as she  was, couldn't struggle against Bailey's naughty, seeking hands,
but she wouldn't  make a sound to rat him out to the mistress. She didn't
even complain when he  picked her up and carried her to the cage, stuffing
two fingers up her ass in  the process.
After Petra was secured in the cage and Bailey reluctantly left  the
dungeon, Miss Olivia turned her attention to Shonda, who had stood in place  with
her eyes downcast, waiting. She hoped a strong show of obedience would help
temper the bad report her mistress had given to Miss Olivia, and that her
punishment wouldn't be too severe. She didn't know Miss Olivia.
Without  preamble, Miss Olivia barked, "Remove every stitch of your
clothing." Shonda  complied without argument; even though she felt vulnerable, this
was a typical  request. She unzipped her skintight black latex minidress
and let it fall,  revealing lacy thong panties and nothing else. Her full,
juicy breasts jiggled  as she pulled the panties down, revealing a silver ring
piercing her labia, and  Miss Olivia took stock of her round, perfect ass as
she bent to remove her  shoes. She straightened and awaited further orders.
"Walk straight ahead,"  Miss Olivia commanded, planting the tip of her
riding crop against the small of  Shonda's back. Feeling the leather switch
make contact with her bare skin  spurred the girl forward hastily. She kept her
eyes down but raised enough to  see several feet ahead. She walked about 12
feet, with Miss Olivia's crop at her  back all the while, until she came to
a small platform about three feet square  and about four inches high.
Fastened to the platform with clamps on each leg was  a plain, straight-backed
wooden chair. Unsure, Shonda hesitated.
"Step up,"  came the brusque command, accentuated with a sharp flick of
the crop on Shonda's  ass. She stepped up quickly. She thought Miss Olivia
must want her to sit in the  chair, so she started to turn in order to seat
herself, but she was swiftly  redirected by a sharp blow from the crop.
"Assume nothing! I did not say to  sit. Follow orders only." Olivia's
voice was perfectly modulated, but very  severe. "Face the chair. Now, bend over
and put your hands down on the seat.  Slide forward until your belly is on
the seat."
Olivia used her crop to  direct Shonda's movements on the chair. When she
was positioned correctly,  Shonda found herself with her knees on the
platform, her belly on the seat of  the chair, and her upper body extending out
through the opening in the back of  the chair--her arms were forward and down,
and her pendulous breasts dangled  heavily off the back edge of the seat.
"Hold your position," Miss Olivia  directed. As Shonda lay face-down on
the chair, she noticed several things on a  table nearby: half a dozen lengths
of rope, a pair of single clamps, each on a  steel chain about six inches
in length; and a cat-o'-nine-tails whip with a  thick, 10-inch dildo as a
handle. As she was registering these items in her mind  with growing horror,
Miss Olivia had already exchanged her riding crop for a  length of rope, and
pulling Shonda's arms up and behind her head, lashed them  firmly to the top
rung of the chair back.
As Shonda trembled at the sight of  the cruel whip, Miss Olivia secured her
further to the chair by tying another  rope tightly around her waist,
pinning her to the seat. As Shonda cringed at the  size of the black latex cock
that served as the cat's handle, Miss Olivia tied  the slave's knees to each
of the chair's front legs, lifting her ass and  spreading her open to
whatever the mistress wished to do. As Shonda wondered how  the evil-looking
little clamps came into play, Miss Olivia used the last of the  rope to bind her
generous breasts, squeezing them cruelly. Miss Olivia then took  each clip
and clamped it tightly onto each of Shonda's already-throbbing  nipples. She
then pulled the chain down so that it would loop securely around  each
chair leg below the wooden cross-support, which prevented the chains from
sliding upward, thus keeping Shonda's nipples stretched painfully  downward.
Her tortured nips were already screaming in agony, but Shonda tried  to
keep her mind off them, knowing she could be in this spot for a while. She
closed her eyes and started to fantasize about Mistress Althea, knowing the
more  turned on she was, the more pain she could take. She'd gotten about 30
seconds  into a hot scene with her tongue up Mistress Althea's ass when the
cat-o'-nine-tails slashed across her back, snapping her out of her reverie
and  definitely taking her mind off of her aching breasts.
Over and over the whip  slashed down on the helpless slave girl, in no
regular rhythm and always in a  different spot so that she could not really
steel herself against the blows.  Miss Olivia never drew blood, but she was an
expert at administering the longest  possible beating without causing damage,
but plenty of pain, by spacing out her  blows in this way. The mental
cruelty, after all, was the most important part of  one of her sessions with
disobedient slaves.
Shonda's pale skin pinkened  quickly, then reddened, as the blows from the
cat covered her ass, back, and  thighs. Sometimes the knotted tips of the cat
's “tails" flicked her exposed  pussy lips, and the sting of this was
worse than the broadest lashes across her  ass or legs. She cried, then begged,
as her skin turned redder, then, as Miss  Olivia began to raise painful
welts, she screamed.  There was no response  from the mistress to any of Shonda'
s screams for mercy--she stayed silent and let  her implacable whip speak for
her.
Petra watched intently from her cage. She  was not allowed to touch
herself, but she had already been brought to orgasm  twice so far, just as she had
when she was being beaten herself. The only  difference was that then she
could scream as loud as she wanted, and now she  must stay silent. This caused
a feeling of intense pressure in her head as an  explosive orgasm rocked
her, but she kept her mouth clamped tightly shut. Seeing  Shonda's breasts
tied so tightly while her own still throbbed turned her on so  much! Every time
the lashes hit her, the girl on the chair jerked in pain,  yanking her
breasts and nipples against the clamps and the ropes. Petra knew  Shonda wasn't
feeling that now, but once the beating was over, all that  incidental abuse
would have accumulated, setting her tits on fire.
With her  breasts and nipples throbbing in sympathy with Shonda's, Petra
fantasized that  she was the one on the chair. Every strike of the cat made
her own  recently-gained welts sing out, and she enjoyed the sensation that
the pain and  experience of her own beating continued, with no actual damage
to her  body.  She recalled the feeling of Bailey's fingers jammed up her ass
and  wished she could push her own fingers in, but she kept her hands
resolutely  clinging to the bars across the top of the cage. She kept her hands
close  together, pretending they were handcuffed to the cage above her head,
as they  were, sometimes. She wished Bailey had done that to her, but he wasn
't  authorized to do anything he was not told to do by the mistress.
Instead, he had  finally pulled his fingers from Petra's ass, smeared them across
her face, and  closed the heavy door with a clank.
Finally, the slash of the whip stopped,  and the screams diminished to
anguished sobs. Between hitching breaths, Shonda  cried out, "Thank you, thank
you, Mistress." Olivia let her cry for a while,  then asked in her smooth,
dark voice, "Who owns you, slave?"
"You do,  Mistress," whined the slave girl.
"Incorrect," Miss Olivia growled, then  delivered three vicious slashes
directly to Shonda's pussy. The girl screamed  louder than ever, and wailed, "
Mistress Althea! Mistress Althea owns  me!"
Miss Olivia stilled the cat again. "I'm sorry," blubbered the slave  girl,"
 Mistress Althea owns me."
"That is correct, yet the first answer you  gave indicates you are just
saying what you think I want to hear." She slashed  the whip against the tender
labia again to punctuate this. "You must continue to  take punishment until
you learn to stop manipulating and speak the simple  truth."
"Oh, no, no, please! I'll tell the truth, I promise! I'll tell the  truth!"
But Miss Olivia had already returned to her silent state. She did not
continue to whip Shonda, though; she had something else in store. She walked
over to a supply shelf and retrieved an accordion bottle of lubricant, then
returned to the chair on the platform. Shonda, facing the other way, could
not  see what she had gone to get, and cried and moaned with terror, imagining
all  sorts of dire things. She had no idea what Miss Olivia was capable of!
She  longed for Mistress Althea. She would do anything Mistress Althea
said, would  drink her piss with a twist of lime and a smile, if only she
survived this  nightmare.
She felt a cool blob of lubricant squirt against her asshole. Then  the
plastic nozzle, about two inches long, slid into her rectum. This felt good,
and she enjoyed the sensation as Miss Olivia filled her ass with the entire
contents of the squeeze bottle. Even so, she knew the lube could only mean
she  was going to get something up her ass. Mistress Althea frequently made
her wear  a butt plug while she ate the black woman's pussy. Once, she had
fallen asleep  with the plug up her ass, and when she woke up about four hours
later, it was  sore as hell, but Mistress Althea had made her keep it up
her butt while she  fucked Shonda's pussy with a large strap-on. She came like
crazy, but it hurt  worse afterward.  That was about the meanest thing
Mistress Althea had ever  done, and now that she understood what real mean was,
that particular experience  was nothing!
Once again, Shonda's thoughts of her mistress were rudely  interrupted.
Miss Olivia had turned the cat-o-nine-tails around and was rubbing  the end of
the huge dildo against Shonda's tight, slippery anus. She had seen  the evil
whip-handle and knew that she could never take anything that large up  her
butt.  She cried and tried to struggle, but she was tied up so tightly  that
all she could do was a ridiculous little wiggle of her ass. This was enough
 to piss Miss Olivia off, though, and without any further preliminaries she
 shoved the huge dildo up the slave's ass in one go.
Shonda screamed again as  she was impaled by the huge cock. In the cage,
Petra's body shuddered with  another powerful orgasm at the sound of Shonda's
screaming as Miss Olivia  viciously sodomized her. Miss Olivia sat astride
Shonda's back as though she  were simply sitting in the chair the slave girl
was bound to. She had one  leather-clad leg on each side of the slave and
faced her ass so that she could  plunge the giant dildo into the wailing girl
with two hands. Miss Olivia was a  small woman, but her tight muscles
rippled with strength as she violated  Shonda's ass over and over. The beautiful
Asian mistress was always very much in  charge.
Shonda's screams subsided after a while; she was too exhausted to do  much
more than gasp and sob as the tears ran down her reddened cheeks and the
dildo ravaged her throbbing ass. Finally, Miss Olivia pushed the dildo in
extra  far and left it. Shonda uttered a moan when the huge cock went deep into
her  bowels, but she didn't try to beg or bargain with Miss Olivia any more.
She just  lay helpless, pinned under the body of the mistress, bound
inescapably to the  hateful chair, her body blazing, crying miserably. She was
completely helpless  and she knew it.
"Who do you belong to, Slave?" Miss Olivia asked, her voice  calm and cool.
"Mistress Althea," Shonda replied, barely able to manage more  than a
whisper.
"Do you want to be released?"
"Yes, please,  Mistress."
"Are you willing to earn your freedom?" Miss Olivia teased. Shonda  was
exhausted and her back, her ass and her breasts were raging with pain. She
couldn't imagine being able to take another damn thing, but what was the
alternative? She was a slave, and she finally knew her place. Whatever it was
that she had to do, she would do it.
"Yes, Mistress."
With a small nod of  approval, Miss Olivia climbed off of Shonda's back.
The slave girl was still  helplessly bound, tits clamped and ass crammed, but
getting the pressure off of  the whip marks on her back was a great relief.
At this point, she would take  whatever relief she could get!
The mistress walked over to the door of the  dungeon and pressed the call
buzzer.
"Yes, Mistress," Bailey's voice came  over the speaker.
"Come to the dungeon, Bailey. I want your help."
"Right  away, Mistress."
In a few minutes, Shonda heard the buzzer, and the door  opened. She couldn'
t see the doorway from her position, but she imagined Bailey  standing
there, in proper slave posture, eyes cast down, awaiting orders. She  thought
about how if she had shown such respect to her own beloved mistress, she
wouldn't be in this awful dungeon, beaten and tortured and fucked so hard she
could barely remember her name.
"Slave Boy, you disappointed me yesterday,  but you have taken your
punishment well," Miss Olivia told Bailey as she led him  over to where Shonda was
tied to the cruel chair, "As you know, I am not against  rewarding slaves
who have performed admirably. I am going to allow this lowly  slut to suck you
off."
Petra, in her cage, barely stifled a moan at the  thought of more to come.
She was already weak with satisfaction, but she could  feel the blood begin
to throb in her swollen clit and labia once again. The  thought of seeing
the big-titted slave with a huge dildo in her ass and a huge  cock in her
mouth excited her all over again.
Bailey, for his part, already  had a massive erection from the sight of
Shonda splayed out and violated, but he  knew the pain in his asshole, which
had subsided because of his erection, would  come back in full force, perhaps
worse, after the release of orgasm. He was  excited, but frightened. Miss
Olivia could read his worries on his face. She was  testing her slave again:
if he obeyed her despite his fears, she would allow him  to remove the plug
afterward. If not, well...
Bailey knew his place and  trusted his mistress. When she ordered him to
step up to the platform, he obeyed  with no hesitation.
"Give her your cock, Bailey," Miss Olivia said, and  Bailey lifted his
frilly skirt and took his thick, gorgeous cock in his hand,  bringing the head
up against Shonda's full, red lips. He wanted to just shove it  in her
mouth, but the way she was bound he knew she didn't have any room to back  off,
and he didn't want to choke her. He rubbed his swollen cock head against  her
wet lips, then gently pushed inside. Shonda looked up at him, her green
eyes  shining brilliantly in her tear-stained face, and began to run her tongue
around  his head and shaft. He stroked her hair gently. Miss Olivia watched
with a  critical eye for technique.
"Suck it, you little slut," she hissed. "Put more  into it than that!"
Obediently, Shonda took Bailey's cock in her mouth as  deeply as she could.
She started to suck it, moving her head up and down as much  as she could.
Her soft, sucking mouth felt good, and Bailey's head tipped back,  his
eyelids fluttering and lips parted. He started to moan softly and his hands
tightened in Shonda's glossy auburn hair. Shonda licked and sucked Bailey's
cock, wishing that her hands were free so that she could work his shaft and
play  with his balls and taint. She pistoned her mouth down on his cock,
taking it  almost to the point of choking, then pulled up to the sensitive head.
This was  even more uncomfortable than the choking sensation, because every
time she  pulled her head up, the ropes and clamps pulled on her throbbing,
tortured tits,  but she knew it felt so good to Bailey, she tried to ignore
her own pain. Miss  Olivia observed this approvingly, and she considered
releasing the nipple  clamps, at least, but the slave was dealing with the
situation, so the mistress  let her continue.
Bailey was getting closer to orgasm. He was thrusting into  Shonda's warm,
wet mouth and his breathing was very quick and rough. His moans  had turned
almost to growls. With one hand he grasped a hank of Shonda's hair;  the
other hand squeezed the base of his cock, trying to hold off his  ejaculation.
Face flushed, he turned half-closed eyes to his mistress.
"Please, Mistress, may I come?"
Miss Olivia walked around behind Bailey,  reached around and started
playing with his nipples, pinching and rolling them  roughly between her thumbs
and forefingers. "Aaaahhhh," Bailey moaned louder,  "Aaaaahhhh...please...that
's making me...please, Mistress..."
"Go ahead Slave  Boy," Miss Olivia purred, pinching and pulling harder, "
In her mouth."
Bailey  plunged his swollen cock into Shonda's helpless mouth, fucking her
hot throat  until his cock erupted with a thick, creamy load in the slave
girl's mouth. She  gagged as jets of hot cum spurted from Bailey's massive
tool, but she held on,  swallowing and swallowing, until the pressure was gone
as he slid his spent cock  out of her mouth.
"Thank you, Mistress," Bailey said to Miss Olivia. At one  time, Shonda
would have felt slighted by this, thinking that she did all the  work, after
all, but now she realized that the mistress is in charge of the  pleasure as
well as the pain, and of course she should be thanked. The slave  girl was
only a tool in her service, no more important than a vibrator or a butt
plug, and she should be happy for the opportunity to serve.
The  transformation was complete.
The rest of the story is simple: Bailey was  released from his anal bondage
and allowed to go to bed for the night; Shonda  was untied and allowed to
sit in the chair, whip-handle still crammed up her  ass, as Petra was
released from her cage and directed to suck Shonda's sore  nipples, then eat her
dripping pussy until the redhead was delirious from  orgasm. Petra was then
allowed to go to her room and Shonda was locked into the  cage for the night
to await her return to Mistress Althea in the morning. In her  private
chambers, Miss Olivia, who never allowed her slaves to bring her to  orgasm, found
release in her own way, but that is, perhaps, a story for another  time.

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