Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

Claire was more used to the high heels now, her feet and body adjusting quickly to the sharp incline of the soles.

Once standing, Madam allowed herself a slow and lengthy feel of Claire's firm breasts, kissing at the warm orbs and tweaking the nipple rings to further excite the girl.

Claire gasped and tensed as Madam twisted the rings cruelly, raw agony shooting through her breasts to feed through to her brain.

"You, bitch," Arabella breathed excitedly. "Are now beginning to look like a woman in authority."

Back and forth Claire paced, adjusting her stride and the roll of her hips under Madam's guidance. Her chin up and head back, her shoulders forced further back still, Claire began to feel the very same in herself. More poised and elegant, a sense of command and control simply by using her body in the correct way. The liberal use of the short cane stinging frequently at her body helped tremendously too.

"Excellent! Excellent!" Madam praised. "You progress well slut."

She took two thin straps, clipped them to the back of the hip-belt and passed them through Claire's legs. With a savage yank the thin straps were pulled harshly upward to squash Claire's labia tightly together. One strap on either side of her swollen lips the pressure was immense, the ends were then secured to the front of the belt.

"Walk!" Arabella ordered.

At the very first step it hit her. The thumping surge of sensation racked Claire' body as her lips rubbed around and against her hard clitoris. The second step was more powerful in the charge it gave her and the third more intense still. Moving masturbation, bringing herself to arousal and rubbing herself off as she walked Claire moaned her delight as the feelings pumped through her. Each move of her thighs brought new and more powerful feelings, Claire felt light-headed and distant, the electric sensations pumping her excitement to an all-time high.

Claire walked, turned and walked again as Madam barked the commands. All the time her body alive and wishing her orgasm to her. Claire moaned as the pre-ripples began to flutter through her, she steeled herself ready for the great surge of climax.

"Stop!" Madam snapped coldly."

The disappointment was all too clear on Claire's face. She was flushed and ready, so desperately in need of the sweet peak of sexual arousal.

Madam strapped a bar from one of Claire's ankles to the other to force her feet apart and to prevent further stimulation of her hard bud.

"Please, Madam," Claire whimpered softly.

Arabella smiled sardonically, her red lips moving so sensually as she gloated her pleasure.

"Patience slut. You are far too eager."

Tiny pear-shaped weights that shimmered their silvery glint in the light were attached to threads and suspended from Claire's nipple rings. The incredible tearing sensations were painful but nice as the full weight pulled and stretched her nipples downward.

Arabella dipped a finger into Claire's pussy momentarily to test her wetness then sucked greedily on her own finger to taste the sweet juices of the young woman.

"Mmmm, you are proving to be a most worthy student," Arabella complimented.

The door of the room opened and two servants entered; the big black youth Claude and the ever- faithful Jason. Together they sandwiched Madam's body between them; Claude at her back with his enormous cock pressing flat between the cheeks of her backside and his hands around her body cupping her breasts. Jason pressed against her stomach before shifting his hips to slip his cock up inside her pussy. As he slowly thrust into his mistress, Jason's mouth sucked at her nipples whilst Claude's black hands kneaded them gently.

Arabella's head rested back on Claude's shoulders, she moaned constantly her pleasure as the two youths attended her needs.

Claire was helpless, bound so securely that she could do nothing to ease the burning need within her. She wanted those cocks inside her own body, to experience hose wonderful warm feelings as they fucked her. She silently cursed Arabella for having the fun and leaving her purely as a spectator. Her pussy tingled and ached, her nipples stretched and sore but aroused none the less, Claire wished, hoped and prayed for her turn to come soon.

She gasped in shocked disbelief as Claude's huge cock began forcing its way up into Arabella's tight little anus. Claire experienced a dull thud low in her vulva, never would she have expected such a move. So wrong yet so thrilling, inwardly she delighted in Arabella's discomfort and pain. A pervert sense of arousal when seeing someone abused so coarsely. Those feelings increased as Madam screamed, Claude's huge cock was buried deep up inside her body and moving in tandem with Jason's.

Arabella went wild, her fingernails clawing frantically at Jason's bare back and buttocks in a fervent drive of high passion. She began grunting aloud, setting the rhythm to coincide with the men's inward thrusts.

"Unnh! Unnh! Unnh!," Arabella cried out in her urgency. She spurred the men on in an increasing pace, her voice raising in pitch with her excitement.

A low gurgle emitted from Madam's throat and then she came, wailing animal-like as the two men battered hard against her slim body. As they withdrew, their sperm dripped copiously from both orifices of her sated body.

Claire was alive with anticipation, urging them to now see to her needs and to end the torturous waiting of her bodily needs.

Both men lifted Madam as if in a chair, they linked arms, her own arms circling their necks and shoulders.

"Now bitch," Madam announced. "You will have several hours alone in which to learn a little patience."

The three of them turned and left the room to Claire's desperate screams of pleading for sexual release.

Still Madam hadn't allowed her to come. Released but with her hands still tied firmly behind her back, Claire crossed her thighs instantly to rub her aching clitoris. Two stinging lashes of the cane stopped her frantic rubbing and she was led outside onto the veranda.

The servant that had previously come up inside Madam without permission was naked and kneeling on the grass. Across his shoulders was a long thick pole that his outstretched arms were bound securely to. As the women approached all of the servants formed two lines as was customary for punishment sessions and stood silently.

Claire eyed the rows of semi-erect cocks longingly, the burning need inside her was now almost unbearable. Those powerful male bodies simply oozing stamina and sexual delight made her body throb its need in powerful surges of dull nagging ache.

Arabella reached the kneeling servant, placed her booted foot into his back and kicked forward to force him down onto his face. She released Claire's hands and handed her the thin cane.

"Punish the worthless shit!" She stated coldly.

A thumping surge of power shot through Claire, it tightened her chest to take her breath. Raising the cane high above her shoulder she brought it down hard onto the man's presented buttocks to draw a grunt of pain from him.

"Harder!" Madam snapped.

Again Claire swung the cane and received a thunderous jolt in her vulva as the cane cracked harshly on the man's backside.

"Still harder!" Madam shrieked excitedly.

Three more lashes Claire laid on him before a wonderful warm wave of deep and satisfying pleasure washed over her. She increased the power of her strokes, lashing excitedly with all the force she could muster and delighting in his screams.

On and on the beating went, her whole body alive and pulsing her high level of excitement. Several gasps of sympathy were heard from the watching men. Claire's head began to swim with misty dullness of sheer pleasure. Her legs felt weak and her body trembled. She lashed at the man twice more then came to a wonderful climax that tore through her entire body.