Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

Feeling dejected Claire complied, resting her buttocks on the very edge of the dressing table and supporting herself with her hands to the sides. With her legs spread wide, her mons was pushed out and presented open, a flutter of excitement ran through the girl.

Madam knelt close and between her thighs, she held out her hand casually to receive the stick from the servant. Ultra thin and only about a foot long the stick was rigid and unbending in its length.

A blast of colour flashed in Claire's brain, her whole body seemed to be hit with a powerful electric shock. She drew breath at the intensity of the feelings as Madam struck with the stick. Arabella had held the stick upright and inline with the slit of Claire's labia; a sudden and hard tap with the hard stick had struck harshly on the girl's hard clitoris.

Again and then again the stick hit home, tapping like a drumstick in a steady and delightful rhythm. Claire's body tensed, the sensational were simply too wonderful to describe. It took only ten more taps to bring Claire off, her whole body shaking violently with the intensity of the orgasm. She slumped and then slid down to the floor murmuring her gratitude to her instructress.

Natalie was alone and naked, the burning need in her pussy had been eating away in her since the wonderful events with Claire. She had tried rubbing herself and inserting her own fingers into her pussy but to little effect, it had simply served to make the gnawing ache worse. She wanted again those powerful orgasms; the thrill and naughtiness of being with another woman and of experiencing the horny way Claire had seemed to control her. She felt secure and warm in Claire's company and so very excited under her control.

She straddled the arm of the settee, her hands resting on and gripping the high back; she groaned at the feel of the rough material on her open pussy. Natalie began to jerk her hips, the coarse covering of the wide arm rubbing her clitoris and soft inner lips delightfully. She moaned aloud at the relief it brought to her.

Faster she moved her body and hips, riding the arm like a horse and building steadily to a full gallop. Her hands gripped hard on the back, her knees gripped around the sides of the arm as she rode headlong forward in her pleasure. Frantically she rode the arm, forcing hard to bring more pressure onto her private parts, her whole body bucking in a terrific crescendo of rising pleasure.

"Claire!" She cried aloud at the height of her pleasure. "Mistress," her excited voice cried again as she ground her pussy hard down on the firm arm.

It was a rapid and fervent jolting of her slim body now as she rubbed herself toward orgasm. The feelings so strong, the sensations so wonderful and the visions of Claire so nice. Natalie screamed as she came, her head nodding in acceptance as the surges of pleasure washed through and over her. Her mouth was open and gaping in a silent pleading for the final surge. Her body locked, her head threw back and she shuddered with the force of the sensations. Natalie slumped forward sated, her panting body coated in a fine film of perspiration, her eyes closed and ripples of after-pleasure twitching at her body.

"Mistress," she mumbled softly. "My wonderful Mistress."

The list was long indeed, an excited flutter shot through Claire's body to grip deep in her vulva at the very thought. Madam had compiled the list, ornate handwriting on stiff and very expensive paper in perfect keeping with Arabella's status.

The objects Claire should practice with throughout that coming week, to insert into her pussy and to begin to train her internal muscles. Twice already Claire had read the list and now she read it again – it excited her to do so. The instructions were clear and precise as always. 'Not before twelve-thirty on Monday morning was she to begin.' Claire smiled at Madam's knowing ways, the bitch was making her wait again and she knew she would obey Madam's instructions.

A pencil, a hairbrush handle, carrot, banana and a cucumber; they were just the beginning of the list and Claire read on. A broom handle, a candle and many other objects all to be found around the home but best of all was the last item on the list, 'The contents of the parcel'. Gift-wrapped and tied with a bow of gold ribbon the gift sat on the bed teasing with Claire's impatience to open it. All other items had to be tried first and in order of the list, the parcel only then could be opened and the contents used.

Claire looked again at the clock on her bedside table, eleven-twenty, over an hour to wait and the need to experiment was growing. A momentary thought of starting early and of defying Arabella was pushed aside, Claire sat on her hands so as to help resist the urge to touch herself. She smiled and thought of Madam, the rotten bitch knew all and would be reveling in her forced wait.

She started sharply, brought instantly back to the present by the shrill ring of the phone.

"Claire, I need you," Natalie's thick voice said as Claire answered.

"Not now, Natalie I'm a little busy at present."

"I don't think you understand, what we did the other day – I need it again and soon."

Claire couldn't contain a smile and the throbbing in her pussy had been made worse still by the thought of her friend in such desperate sexual need.

"Later."

"But when later?"

Claire felt a tinge of irritation, she wanted so desperately to try Madam's list of items. Not that Natalie was preventing her but it felt good to blame her friend for the nagging ache in her vulva.

"Er…this afternoon…about four."

"Not before?" Came the urgent plea.

"Patience bitch, patience."

Claire felt a thrill much as she imagined Arabella would be getting by making her subject wait. The control and manipulation of other sexually in need people felt so very good.

"Four-thirty now for your insistence slut."

A slight pause and then.

"Okay Claire, four-thirty it is then."

"Mistress," Claire reminded lightly.

Natalie's voice lowered.

"Mistress."

"Oh and slut. You will come to me naked with only an overcoat to cover you."

"What! Drive you your place naked! It's hot sunshine outside and…well, I might be seen."

Claire chuckled at the thought of her friend, driving with one hand as the other gripped her coat tightly across her neck to cover herself.

"Do it slut," Claire said firmly.

There followed a short silence and then.

"Yes Mistress."

The line went dead and Claire sat back laughing. She looked again at the clock and only a few minutes had passed. She lay back and sighed deeply, imagining the servants thick cocks and all that had happened at the manor. The throbbing ache in her pussy was becoming unbearable, she wished now that she had asked Natalie to come over straight away.

Her fingers toyed with the pencil, there was still half an hour to go and her pussy was moist in anticipation. Claire slipped it through one of her nipple rings and turned it clockwise. The sharp pain that shot through her was wonderful, she twisted the pencil again to savour the teasing sensation that it produced for her.

Absently her other hand strayed down over her stomach and had almost reached and cupped her mons before she checked herself and sat up.

"Damn you Arabella!" Claire said aloud. "Damn you, damn you!"

Claire began to giggle, her thoughts turned then to Natalie's coming visit and the lovely sleek body of her friend.

She had slumbered, deep and distant in her thoughts, she came awake with a start and cursed herself. Twelve forty-two the clock read, over ten minutes past the deadline.

Claire immediately raised her knees and parted them, holding the long pencil by the sharpened end and hovering the blunt end at the entrance to her pussy. She pushed it carefully in and relaxed. It was so exciting, a pencil wasn't thick but the act itself, the inserting of an unusual object into her body held a thrill all of its own.