Sherie felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair. Even as a contented slave and painslut the sudden awareness of the set-up and betrayal was like having her head pushed down into the water while she struggled to find the right answer. What could she say that wouldn’t make things worse?

And it came to her like a flash-

“Joanna, Ma’am, would you please come too? I feel like my behavior has offended you as much as anyone else and I deserve to be punished for it by you too.”

This stunned the two women. They had not expected anything like it. No protestations of innocence, no pleading and groveling (which was they’d both been hoping for), no anger. Their Dominance had met its match in this submissive girl.

The pair of Dominatrixes’ eyes met and both flashed with excitement. They would both get to use this masochist for their Sadistic pleasures.

“I think that’s an excellent idea, Joanna, ” said Beth.

“I agree. And I’m sure if we put our heads together between now and Friday we can come up with some very interesting ways to show this stupid cunt the error of her ways.”

While she had known they would probably accept, the idea that they would spend time coming up with new ways to make her life hell hadn’t really occured to her.

She knew her Master would protect her from serious injury but also knew that he would love watching them use and abuse her. It thrilled and terrified her in equal measure.

“I don’t know about you, Joanna, but I must admit that all this talk has made me more than a little aroused.”

“Me too. I’d suggest we use her to alleviate some of that but that seems like it would be rewarding her.”

“Maybe we can just send her to the corner while we help each other out.”

It appeared that Beth too knew the power of corner time.

“You. Corner. Naked.”

Joanna’s curt commands sent a wave of pleasure to Sherie’s middle and with a soft, “Yes, Ma’am, ” she obeyed. Unsure whether to address the command to be in the corner or get naked fist, she did them in the order given, putting her nose where it had so recently and unpleasantly been and stretching the shift dress over her shoulders and letting it fall to the ground.

It was Beth’s first time seeing the girl nude and to savor the sight of the stripes of her previous punishments. “Nice stripes, ” she said softly to Joanna, “yours?”

“Those fresh ones are. From last night. The rest must be from Derek.”

“How did she do? Much crying and screaming?”

Sherie could just barely make out the conversation but because she was in the corner the sounds bounced off the walls next to her ears and she could follow.

“She took it surprisingly well. Some moans and groans when I put her on the Spanish horse and had her lean forward so it was digging into her clit, and lots of silent tears.

“My brother has gotten very good at training his subs but I can now see why he selected this bitch to marry and make into his perfect slave.”

The praise made the slavegirl blush, a fact not lost on the two women.

She heard what sounded like the rustling of clothing and then some soft moans as they explored each other.

“Here, sit on the desk. I’m dying to taste you, ” she heard Beth say.

Words followed quickly by a gasp that could only have come from her boss.

The sounds were all she needed to picture Beth devouring Joanna’s pussy, something she’d been desperately longing to do since the day before when she had made to crawl behind her through the office and up to the glass walled torture chamber.

Not, of course, because she thought it might lessen her punishment. Exactly the opposite. She had become so conditioned by her Master’s training that she saw all punishment as a generous effort to make her a better slave. She wanted to do it as a way of giving thanks for Joanna spending the time and energy to do just that.

She expected nothing in return. Except the knowledge that her suffering was arousing someone else.

Her fantasies were interrupted bt the deep buzz of a vibrator, almost certainy a Hitachi Magic Wand judging by its sound.

She was very familiar with it. Her Master had used one the first time he’d put her in bondage. Not so much to make her cum as to use her lust as a way to torture her. One he had bound her with rope in a style she had later learned was Japanese and called hentai, he used it to bring her to the brink of orgasm and then stop again and again. At first it had been fun and exciting but by the second hour it had become agonizing.

She was polite at first, asking him to please not stop. He ignored it

Then she tried cursing him, calling him names and swearing she’d get even somehow. That made him smile. He knew then that she was losing control.

And then she begged. She pleaded. She all but groveled. And that made him grin.

He had her. He was, from that moment on, for all practical purposes, her Master. She didn’t know it yet, but she had already been enslaved.

When he offered a trade- her pain in exchange for her release, she immediately consented:

“How much would you like to cum? What will you do if I let you?”

“Anything... I’ll do anything...”

“‘Anything’ is a very big word. Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll do anything...”

“So if I wanted to say, put clothespins on these stiff nipples, ” he whispered as he touched them with his fingertips, sending a shiver through her, “you’d be okay with that?”

He pressed the bulbous head of the vibrator against her clit, stealing her breath.

Lost in the fog of her desire she could not imagine how that would feel and grunted out, “yeah... I’d... be... okay... that...”

Taking the tool away he ordered, “Okay. Then ask me nicely to put them on your tits.”

“Please... please Derek, please put clothespins on my tits.”

“Call me ’Sir’” and ask again.

“Please... Sir, please put them on my tits...Sir.”

He knew how making her use that title would subconsciously alter her preception of their respective roles and her rapid acceptance of it hinted of the natural submissiveness he had sensed from their first meeting.

“Well, okay. But let’s see if you still feel that way after they’re on.”

The brand new wooden clothespins had a very harsh bite and when I applied them in rapid succession it made her whole body shake. It was far worse than she had expected and yet it had sent a nearly electric jolt straight to her pussy.

More pins followed. Along the sides of her ribs and around her aureoles and at last, after making her beg for them, on her outer labia.

Finally then, as the pain enveloped her, he moved the device into and away from her clitoris until she erupted, squirting her juices for the first time ever, soaking his sheets.

He moved quckly then, snatching them from her flesh without opening them, each sending another jolt to her pussy and then lay alongside her, holding her and complimenting her, “Such a good girl.”

She was embarrassed, having thought her juices were pee, and apologized for pissing in his bed.

Laughing warmly he explained that it was just the ejaculate that comes when a girl is stimulated properly.

She heard him but the only words that really registered were, “good girl.” They made her feel wonderful and made her willing to do anything to hear them again.

Her reverie was interrupted by the vocal sounds behind her of Joanna cumming and thinking it wouldn’t be noticed, turned her head to watch.

She was wrong.

Beth was holding the machine against the other woman’s vulva as her body convulsed with multiple orgasms but she had been staring at the whip marks on the girl in the corner and imagining how it would feel to add more.

“TURN AROUND, YOU STUPID CUNT!” she shouted, “This is none of your business!”

“enough...” Joanna gasped.

“I cannot stand disobedience. Joanna, what do you have that I can use for her correction?’

“Desk... bottom drawer...”

Standing Beth opened the drawer and saw the other woman’s various toys. A TENS unit, a couple of sets of shackles, a heavy leather cat o’nine tails, and exactly what she wanted: a riding crop.

Grabbing it in her fist she crossed to the girl and growled into her ear, “What were you told to do, you stupid bitch?”

Afraid for the first time Sherie answered softly. “To put my nose in the corner...”

“Louder, stupid. What were you ordered to do?”

“I... was ordered... to put my nose... in the corner.”

“And were you given permission to take it out?”

“No... no, Ma’am.”

“No you were not. But what did you do?”

“I... I... I looked.”

“That’s right, you disobeyed.

“I really hate disobedient sluts like you.”

“I’m sorry, Beth...” she whispered, fighting back tears.

“I want you to take one step back and lean forward and put your nose back where it belongs.”

When she had obeyed Beth ordered, hands behind you, hold your elbows basket style.”

“I am going to make sure you don’t disobey ever again...”

Both knew that though she would make every effort, such absolutes were just not possible.

“Thank you, Beth, ” she said softly.

She started to take a breath to ready herself for the first blow when it took her completely by surprise and made her squeal and let her hands come apart. The riding crop was expertly applied across both cheeks of her nice firm ass, searing her skin with a red line that immediately started to swell.

“Since you can’t even obey a simple order like keeping your arms crossed, I won’t even count that one.

“Now thank me, slut.”

“Yes Beth. I’m sorry I moved. Please repeat that one.”

Back on the desk Joanna was savoring the show and after a few moments the sound of the vibrator being turned on again revealed her enjoying what she was watching.

Slowly Sherie forced the air from her lungs, closed her eyes, and tried to enter her ’sub-space.’ This time for the intense pain of the crop she was ready.

It was every bit as painful as the first but she was ready and just absorbed it and turned it inward. When she had been being trained to be her Master’s slave he had taught her to take pain and just let it fill her, to channel it from it’s source to the center of her sex.

“Thank you, Beth.”

Beth was skilled and lay down another three more in rapid succession in perfect parallels, setting the nerves of the slave’s ass on fire and soaking her cunt with the juices of her arousal.

There was a slight pause as she absorbed the pain before she breathed, “Thank you, Beth.”

The last two were right at the top of her thighs where they met the curve of her buttocks. The same

spot where Joanna had caned her the night before as she rode the Spanish horse. It was unexpected and forced a deep, animal-like grunt from her chest. She forced the obligatory thanks through her teeth and tried to breathe through the pain.

Behind her she heard the unmistakable sound of Joanna’s rapidly approaching orgasm and it took all her willpower to keep from trying to look. The woman was gasping and seemed just about to cum when the door to her office opened and then was slammed against the wall. “What the fuck, sis?” she heard her Master shout.

He crossed to her, softly touched the back and said, “Up.”

As Sherie turned she saw him snatch the riding crop from Beth’s hand and heard him say, “How dare you?”

Joanna was close when he crossed to the desk and used the cop across the front of her thighs with three brutal strokes. “This is your fault!”

The sudden pain caught Joanna off guard and was enough to send her over the edge into a very noisy orgasm.

He turned to face Beth, his face red with rage. More angry than Sherie had ever seen him, and turning to woman who had used the crop on her, said, through gritted teeth, “How dare you abuse my property like this?!”

The crop was still in his hand and he looked ready to strike the woman who now held her hands half-way up as if she expected him to.

“Please, Master...” his slave whispered. Sherie was afraid of seeing him lose his temper even though he had always been very much in control. She didn’t want him to do something he might regret.

And, she figured, since she was being punished for moving, it was at least partly her fault. Such is the strange and twisted logic of a well-trained submissive.

Softening noticibily Derek turned to her and asked, “What is it, little one?”

Brightening, Sherie explained her point of view and saw the rage fade to be replaced by the love she adored.

“Okay. But these two decided to enjoy themselves with something that they had no right to, someting that is my property. And that property did not have the power to let herself be used like that.”

Beth seemed to accept that and offered an apology, “Yes, sir. You’re right. I apologize for taking advantage of your property.”

From the desk, his sweat-covered sister concurred. “Sorry, brother. I’m sorry too.”

After a few moments of thought, he said. “Okay. But I think that we all agree that when someone makes a mistake they should be corrected immediately, no?

“Yes, Master.”

“Yes, sir, ” from the now very-much-relieved Bath.

And, “Yes, Derek.”

“Well, there’s only one way that I can think of to resolve this.” Using the riding crop as a pointer he directed Beth and Joanna, “You and you. On your bellies on the desk. Asses exposed.”

At their hesitation he raised the crop and they moved to comply. Not with any haste or ethusiasm, but they obeyed.

Only those with experience know that virtually no one is completely Dominant or completely submissive. And both of them had experimented with their sub sides before they found their true calling.

“Now, the only right solution would be to let the injured party administer your correction. And I expect you would think that obviously that person would be my slave.

“But you see, though it was her skin that you marked up, that flesh is not her property. It is mine.

“I am the person who was injured.”

The words inflamed Sherie’s passion. She loved being owned. She loved that she was her Master’s property. And she loved that he was so possesssive of her.