Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

Arabella moaned in pleasure, the movement of her body as she had swung the cane caused the cock inside her to touch at the sides of her soft interior. A low and deeply meaningful moan of great pleasure came from her.

"Walk now," She coaxed in a guiding rather than harsh tone.

Before she could even attempt the first step the servant gave a low groan that was followed almost instantly by a gasp from Arabella.

"My servant has just shot his load up inside me," Arabella announced casually.

Claire gasped both at her words and the mental image of his beautiful cock spitting its seed within her body.

"And," Arabella continued. "Without my permission."

Again a bolt of sensation shot through Claire. He would be punished that much was certain and the though of that excited her so very much.

Arabella stood, the thick sperm dripping out of her pussy as she got to her feet. She turned and landed a stinging slap across the servant's face that jarred his head to the side.

"Get out!" She screamed angrily at him. "Out! Get out of my sight!"

The youth ran from the room, cowering as he went in an effort to avoid the lashing cane that stung at his body.

Arabella stood now like a circus trainer, the long cane poised ready to strike should her charge not comply with her wishes.

"Walk!" She commanded.

Difficult, awkward and seemingly impossible at first, that was Claire's reaction. She took a first hesitant step, ungainly and clumsy it may have been but she succeeded. The more steps she took it easier it became and the better it felt, her body erect and proud.

"Chin up," Arabella's harsh voice coaxed and she tapped at Claire's backside with the cane.

For a whole hour she walked, turned and posed in the high-heels and by the end of that time her whole body felt leaner, more poised and elegant. Her soft pale skin was crisscrossed with thin red stripes to bear testament to Madam's harsh coaxing and teaching.

"Enough for today," Arabella called a halt. "Take the shoes home with you after the weekend and practice, at least two hours a day.

"Yes, Madam," Claire responded pleasantly.

"See that you do girl or suffer my wrath."

Being tied was something that Claire was now becoming accustomed to, it seemed to form a great part of Arabella's training of her. To be restricted and helpless was certainly thrilling, the unknown and the inability to be able to defend one's self was exciting in the extreme. It was the first time however that she had been strapped down and found this many times more stimulating.

Claire was naked and laid back on a padded couch that stood about waist height. Her wrists and ankles were firmly strapped with wide leather cuffs that pulled her arms and legs wide apart. Heavily padded pillows beneath her backside forced her hips high to offer her mons and pussy in unhindered openness.

Arabella's deft hands used the thin scissors expertly to snip back Claire's dark thatch of pubic hair until only a rough stubble remained.

It thrilled Claire, not that Arabella had actually touched her sex but the very thought of it, the teasing thrill of the anticipation raised Claire's level of arousal to it's highest state yet. She gasped as the warm shaving foam was brushed thoroughly all around her labia and mons; the bristles of the brush bringing delightful sensations rippling through her. A thousand little needles of caressing and teasing delight rubbing over her aroused sex. Claire drew breath as the sharp razor scraped at her flesh, so close, so dangerous and yet so bloody horny.

Tenderly Arabella worked, taking care to avoid either too hard a pressure or to create soreness with the blade. Once finished, Arabella patted to bare skin dry and dusted it liberally with sweet smelling talcum powder.

"That's better!" Madam announced proudly. "A bald pussy is such a delight both to see and to touch."

Claire shuddered at her words, a surge of nervous thrill shot through her. She gasped as Arabella's soft lips kissed tenderly just above her knee. Up her thigh the soft lips moved, planting a series of the lightest kisses on Claire's trembling flesh as they moved towards their goal.

She cried out and tensed as the next anticipated kiss would land on her labia. Claire groaned her disappointment as the kiss landed on her other thigh just above the knee and began its slow journey back up.

Madam's lips came close, almost touching her swollen and expectant labia before moving back to start once again at her knee.

"Please," Claire murmured in pleasure. "Please.

She gasped loudly, her back arching as the lips now changed to the tip of Arabella's tongue. Lightly, teasingly, it traced a line up toward her open pussy.

"Oh God!" Claire uttered as the soft worm of flesh reached close to her pussy.

She cried out deep delight as the tongue flicked first at one side of her labia then the other. Teasingly it moved to thrill, circling now and threatening even to dip in between.

"Unnnh!" Claire grunted as the warm tongue delved in to taste her soft pink inner lips.

Claire's buttocks clenched tightly, her anus tensed in delight as the sensations of excitement and naughtiness rushed through her entire body. A woman's touch on her, so sensual and caring, so knowing and so very wonderful.

Claire screamed her delight as the soft lips now gripped around her hard bud of a clitoris. Her body shook in tingling little spasms as the pleasure washed over her. She screamed again and came as the soft tongue flicked across the very tip of her clitoris to bring her to her peak.

Without the chance to savour or recover from her racking orgasm, Claire felt two of Arabella's fingers pushing deep up inside her pussy.

"Grip them," Madam ordered. "Grip them with your internal muscles."

She tried but nothing happened.

"But I can't Madam, I don't know how," Claire moaned softly.

"Then we must assist you," Arabella giggled softly and placed the finger of her left hand at the entrance to Claire's anus.

"No!" Claire protested loudly. "Please no! Not in there."

The long slim finger pressed against the tight circle of muscles surrounding Claire's most private of places.

Claire's body tensed, her inner muscles contracting to grip around the length of the fingers inside her. The sensations it produced caused the young woman to groan in delight before she relaxed her grip. Again the finger hovering at her anus pressed in slightly to repeat the process and to again grip her body around the fingers inside her.

Claire screamed loudly as, in one swift move, the long finger forced hard up into her anus. Her pussy muscles clamped tightly around the fingers inside her, she came to a thunderous orgasm that shook her whole body in violent shudders of deep pleasure.

"That's much better," Arabella praised and swiftly extracted her fingers.

Claire lay moaning and fully sated. The burning sensation in her backside mixed with her feelings of deep delight at having experienced the using of her internal muscles. As she lay savouring the feelings she imagined a man's cock up inside her and of repeating the gripping around his shaft.

Arabella stood behind her using her knee to gain the extra purchase required, she buckled the strap and stepped back.

The training harness was of a strong leather construction it pulled her shoulders painfully back and together to force her chest out. Claire bore the pain gratefully as the trailing leash was pulled hard down to the thick belt that circled her hips. Uncomfortably erect, Claire's back arched to ease a little of the strain and she knelt passively whilst Arabella adjusted it further. Her wrists were then strapped tightly together behind her back and anchored to wide hip-belt.

"Stand," Arabella commanded and stood watching as Claire struggled to her feet.