Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

"My staff and servants expect an example to be made and I demand it of myself."

Louise screamed louder as the cane then struck across the puffy lips of her labia. An indescribable pain of red hot burning and numbness shot through her pussy. Six lashes to her pussy made it glow with heat and raw pain of the very worst kind.

"Do you swear allegiance to me bitch?" Madam asked evenly.

"Yes! Yes!" Louise yelled loudly. "I'll serve you!"

Arabella rested the cane across Louise's nipples.

"You will do exactly that my insulting little bitch. You will serve me as no other has ever had to serve."

Madam turned to address the other girls.

"Retie her facing the post."

Claire offered a cautioning note.

"Don't you think she has had enough Madam?"

Arabella's nostrils flared and she screamed her answer in a wild fury.

"Don't you dare argue with me – do it!"

Louise was released and turned to face the post, her ankles and wrists secured once again. She stood sobbing, her buttocks now facing outward for the expected onslaught on them. They came instantly, seven singing lashes that cut hard into her flesh to force her pussy and mons against the rough wooden post. Her back arched with lash of the cane to press her clitoris onto the cold wooden post.

Madam paused and again addressed her staff.

"The new bitch wants to come, she doesn't realise it though, pain is her only thought but her body is crying out for climax."

The three other girls were unconvinced, after such a ferocious whipping they felt that orgasm would be the furthest thing from their minds.

Two more lashes swished down, well-aimed blows that caught across the round curve of her buttocks to jolt Louise's body. She tensed and cried-out softly, her body began to shake and her head slumped forwards. Her hips ground against the wooden post and then she screamed as she came.

The three friends gaped in awe, the orgasm was thrilling but that Madam had foretold it under such circumstances filled them with renewed respect.

Madam stood proudly, her expression one of knowing wisdom.

"You still have much to learn girls," she said casually. "But time enough we have to teach you. The bitch Louise is of a special breed, she loves – and welcomes – pain of the cruelest kind. Being abused and misused is her bag, I recognise it in her."

"Thank you," Louise muttered softly. "Thank you, thank you."

Two servants entered on cue, they threw the buckets of cold water over the naked girl and turned as one to leave the cell.

"We will leave the slut now, later you can all take a turn at leaving your mark on her body. She must learn that she serves us all, for we are – all of us now – her Madams."

It was the afternoon of the ball, the acceptances to the invitations had been coming in all week by post and by phone in a steady flow. Much to the girls disappointment Madam had kept the servants busy with the preparations and strictly away from their female flesh. The girls too had been given their allotted tasks and these in turn furthered the separation from the men. During their frequent chats the girls moaned constantly about the deprivation of good stiff cocks and discussed their needs in great detail. It was almost as though Madam was deliberately starving them of sexual gratification they had decided.

Claire was busy in the study arranging the servants costumes and those of the staff. She hadn't really liked Arabella's choice of outfit for the Madams but had said nothing. Natalie had duties in the centre of the wooded copse to the front of the house, her task was secret Madam had told her, it would be the main event of the evening and was not to be discussed in any form with the others.

Little Amey had been allocated duties too; the first part of those now completed she was in the basement taking her turn to leave her mark on the tethered Louise, then to bathe and prepare her. She pressed her fingernail against Louise's buttocks and drew the side of her nail down to score a red line in her flesh.

"I leave my Mark as instructed," she announced formally.

Louise thanked her most gratefully for sparing her another caning, her body still bore the marks and pain of Madam's ministrations. She then steeled herself and closed her eyes as Amey made a further comment.

"I leave on your body a second Mark – but this time my lipstick."

Louise gave a great sigh of relief. She relaxed as Amey's soft sweet lips kissed at the back of her thighs, she leaned forwards to allow her friend's mouth access to her sex.

The little girl knelt there, her hands caressing the long slender thighs of the tall blonde. Her head moved in and her kisses then touched on Louise's labia, the tip of her nose pressing against the puckered ring of her anus. Her tongue flicked snake-like at the puffy lips and slid up and down the slit of her pussy before pushing in between them.

Both girls moaned in contentment as Amey's tongue pushed deep up inside to circle around and to explore her friend's pussy. They came as one, both orgasms striking simultaneously in a passionate bucking and writhing of female flesh.

When released from her bonds Louise, grasped Amey to hold her body close to her own in a loving and silent embrace.

"I have to prepare you," Amey offered to break to silence. "And time is now short."

Louise's hand strayed down to cup little Amey's hairy pussy, her fingers resting down the length of the moist lips.

"There is time surely for me to do you now," Louise said in a thick excited voice.

When no protest came, she moved her mouth down and kissed Amey full on the lips, her middle finger easing up inside her friend's pussy.

All of the servants were lined up outside the front door, five either side to form a guard of honour. Their costumes consisted of inch-wide leather strapping in black that pulled over their bare shoulders and clipped together in the centre of their chests. Around their wrists and forearms they wore shiny black leather cuffs that reached almost to their elbows. Thin leather formed the 'Arab straps' that were secured by little buckles around the base of their cocks and testicles. When pulled tight in constriction, the straps maintained a man at full erection for an indefinite period. They stood then at attention, both their bodies and their cocks rigid and expectant.

The girls stood in line beyond the male servants, two of their costumes were identical with only little Amey dressed differently, Louise was not present.

Claire and Natalie wore little ankle boots with incredibly high-heels an black hold-up stockings. Tight shiny Basques pinched their waists into impossibly thin proportions and velvet chokers nestled around their necks to frame their faces separately from their bodies. Heavy mascara, deep blue eye-shadow and bright red lipstick contrasted strongly against the white face makeup that masked their faces. They too stood ready and silent, their breasts jutting out naked and their legs set in a wide stance.

Amey, the little figure at the end was naked. She wore little patent-leather shoes with ankle straps and short white socks. Around her neck she wore a school tie, loosened to hang at an angle around her throat but still to dangle between her neat little breasts. Around her waist she wore a mockery of a gym slip; a navy blue pleated skirt so short that it didn't even reach down to her mons. Around her wrists she wore thick and ornately carved gold bracelets linked by a long golden chain to signify Madam's ownership of her.

The theme for the ball was Mediaeval/Victorian, the choice left to individual guest. Madam had dressed in accordance and drew gasps of surprise from the girls as she appeared in the doorway ready to greet her guests. Her hair was styled and piled on top of her head giving her an appearance of taller than usual elegance. Her face was made up with the same white face paint and scarlet lipstick. Her neck and breasts were bare, uplifted by the stays in her royal blue court dress of the period with only her nipple rings as decoration. The lower half of the dress hung to the floor, swept back behind her and cut up to her waist at the front to leave her pussy and thighs totally naked. Little ankle boots and black stockings with a red garter completed her outfit for the evenings celebrations.