She manages

Author's Note: As always, thank you again for all of you patient readers. Real life is still not 100% stable, but I have finally had sometime to get my next scene together. As a 'reward', this is a return to a bit longer chapter. Also, I am unfortunately not quite returning to a regular schedule yet, but this is still far from over. So without further ado, please enjoy!!

Looking to the door, Vyki saw a petite young woman come shuffling in. The shine of her blonde hair seemed to bely the soft strawberry tint as she made her way each agonizing step. Though her hair drew some attention, her stuttered painful steps were sure to be the thing that drew everyone’s attention. Anywhere else, it would have been her attire or lack thereof, but in the dungeon the outfit was nothing new, but the painful way the pretty girl dragged her feet would easily catch the most sadistic and virtuous mind alike.

As the girl slid closer to Vyki and her hair wafted away from her chest, Vyki was better able to make out why she was shuffling from the merger attire she wore. The matching soft yellow leather wrist and ankle cuffs were obviously chained together. And as her head lifted, you could see chains going to a matching collar around her neck. However, the chains themselves were loose enough to freely allow her to move without a shuffle.

The real reason for her painful steps was revealed when she was close enough to see the chain's path. Coming down from her collar, the chain meets first with her right nipple as it traveled through a pair of rings attached to a clamp on her nipple. The chain the proceeded over to right wrist cuff through a ring before returning back to her nipple as the chain then went down to the center of her body where it met up with the rings that one could only assume met another clamp inside the forest of tangled strawberry hair between her thighs. The chain then fell down her leg to her right cuff before returning back up her leg to her crotch before falling down her left leg to the other ankle cuff. The loose chain proceeds back up to the clamp in the center before heading up to her left nipple to her left cuff back to the nipple and rejoining itself at the collar to complete a closed, loose loop.

With every languid step, you could hear the links of the chains rattle over their rings as every movement of her limbs caused a tugging and pulling vibration on all three clamps tormenting the nerves and teasing their blood flow. Yet even with tears welling in her eyes she continued her torturous journey to her Master.

As the blonde girl stood before Bill, she uttered a meek, “Master Bill, your disgusting cunt is reporting for her deserved punishment and asks only that you help her find her way to better serve you in the future and not be such a jealous, greedy bitch.”

Bill with a smug smile looked to Vyki and merely said, “Vyki, this is my girl, Jasmine. Jasmine, this is Vyki… uh, Molly’s sister-in-law.“

Now that she was close enough, Vyki could see the tag hanging behind the chains and two inlaid blue gems that matched studs in her ears and accents on her cuffs and even clamps. “uhm, hi,” Vyki said not sure how to respond from this perspective.

Jasmine was nearly shocked at Vyki’s voice having tuned out her surroundings to focus on Master Bill she hadn’t even seen the red head standing behind him. As it were, the startlement caused her head to jerk up enough to pull on her tortured nipples and screaming clit enough she wished she’d never heard the girl. She could only sneer at this tall perky lady dressed like some housewife trying to look edgy and clubbing attempting to recapture a missed youth. ‘What the hell is Master doing letting a poser like that hanging around?’ Jasmine thought to herself as she **** out a labored ‘hello’ before looking back at her Master to allow her to finish her redemption.

Turning back to his live-in-slut, Bill instructed, “Glad to see you can finally admit your nasty cunt is just a manifestation of your putrid core you were exposing earlier this week like some needy brat. However, it is now time to pull the disreputable essence from your body at the harsh kiss of my implements. Walk over to the hoist and grasp the bar with your hands. Vyki, you will step out of the way to allow her. However, do not go far as you will have your own directions to follow.”

They responded, “Yes, Sir Bill,” in near unison before Jasmine whipped her head around at Vyki to snarl only to wince in pain. Vyki looked on in surprise that she responded so automatically, but reflexively took a step back seeing the blonde girl flinch and move with such erratic pain.

Slowly moving her head back forward, Jasmine glares menacingly at this suburban housewife reject as she shuffles towards the bar. However, her movement is abruptly interrupted as a loud smack firmly hits her ass as the clamps on her sensitive nubs while her body arcs reflexively.

“I said to walk, bitch,” Bill snarls at her. “I better see those foot move and those hips sway or you’ll be running laps around this room until your clit bleeds.”

Jasmine’s eyes go wide as she hears his threat but responds, “yes, Sir Bill.” She slowly straightens her body feeling the chains pull on her nipples and clit as the chains jingle against their rings as they tighten reverberating through the gripping teeth. Slowly she steps forward remembering her walking training and shifting her hips side to side as the clamps pull vibrate her most sensitive points.

In the agony of just a few steps, Jasmine reaches the suspension bar and with a few ragged breaths to try to calm her racing heart. Taking amount to glare the wannabe sub with a sideways glare, she begins reaching up for the bar mere inches above her head. Yet, as she slowly raises her wrists past her nipple level, she can feel the weight of her breasts begin to tug back on the clamps. As her wrists reach her shoulders, she cannot hold back her yawp as she releases a yell honed from her many practiced work outs as she pushes through the pain screaming from her abused chest and clit as her hands finally grasp the bar as Sir Bill instructed. Reaching her goal, she pants and shakes off the accumulated sweat, wincing at the renewed pain from the chains. However, seeing the shocked face of the poser before her makes her endurance of the **** all the more sweet as she shows her what this life is really about and not some mainstream movie.

Vyki can only stand there in watch in amazement. Paul had a light sadistic streak, but he always had a vein of protection that made him too uncomfortable to push things too far, enjoying more using the pain as a counterweight to sensual pleasure and a tool of a mind fuck. However, to leave a sub in constant agonizing pain from ever motion with such a light yet intricate item never crossed Vyki’s mind. Being so close to these two, Vyki was actually glad her nipples and cock were protected behind their cosmetic prisons. Yet at the same time she could not look away from the wild, imposing stare Jasmine locked her in almost daring her to look away yet running a fearful chill down her spine.

Bill walked up behind Jasmine and could see the glare she was giving Vyki and almost surprised to see Vyki somewhat cower before her. Reaching up to one cuff, he hooked Jasmine’s wrist to the bar before moving to the other. “Now, Vyki, I’m going to be taking time on this girl’s body. Your job is to make sure she doesn’t swing or sway too far from this spot. If she moves too far, I’ll miss my target and injure her. While she is cognoscente, she knows from training not to move, but as she goes into, its likely her mental state will waver. It's your job to help catch her and warn me if she goes too far.” Bill then turned his head to talk into Jasmine’s ear. “Your job is to learn proper behavior and remind you of your place,” which he emphasized with another firm swat to her ass that was greeted with a gasp and moan. Bill continued, “you both understand your roles?”

The girls replied in unison again, “yes, Sir Bill.” This time Jasmine was too lost in endorphins to register the echo wasn’t her voice off the hard floor.

“Good girls,” Bill replied and grinned as he heard two distinct pleasurable sighs in reply as he stepped away to his tools. He smirked as he heard the distinctive clicks of high heels stepping towards his suspended girl.

Vyki stepped in front of Jasmine to lock eyes with the wild looking woman and gently stroked her face to try to calm. “I’m just hear to help. If there is anything you need, just let me know. Before you know it all be over, lesson learned, and you’ll be rejoicing from the rush of it all.”

Jasmine just looked at hear with her wicked smiled and giggled, “what makes you think I’m not loving it right now and looking forward to Sir’s wrath?” Before openly laughing at her, causing another chill to go through Vyki as she tried to figure out how she was going to get this hateful lady to somehow beg to kiss her.

However, they were both interrupted from their thoughts as a heavy smack landed on Jasmine’s upper back as she gasps, shunting her laugh. “Laugh like that again in this space, and you’ll find a clamp on that tongue, girl,” Bill commanded as he brought the tails back on his flogger to line up the next strike, landing it before Jasmine could reply and enjoying the barely perceivable jump from Vyki as he landed the next hit.

As Bill continued flogging his mid-level flog on Jasmine, he was relishing in her yelps as the distinct sound of running chains indicating the constant stimulation and tugging, she must be enduring. Bill was also noting how Vyki would periodically try to calm Jasmine with a light caress and Jasmine’s jumping was getting lighter and more accepting of Vyki’s touch.

Vyki was registering the acceptance from Jasmine as well and thought she would try to push it to the next level and try to get some relief, “I know those clamps have to be painful; let me take one off.”

“NO!” Jasmine shouted at her shocking Vyki and causing Bill to raise an eyebrow. “Sir told me to put them there, bitch! They can’t be removed without his permission!! Don’t you dare touch them!”

Vyki realized she had to play the naive subby more and shouted out to Bill, “Sir Bill, she seems in a lot of pain could I please remove her clamps?”

“You may remove one nipple clamp if she asks,” Bill replies right before he lands a hard smack right on the upper portion of her back.

Vyki watches Jasmine wince in pain, but doesn’t hear her say anything, so she prompts, “weellllll....?” However, she just receives a menacing glare from Jasmine indicating her contempt for getting relief from the person in front of her.

Jasmine’s tone changes quickly as Bill surprises her with an upstroke against her ass that is hard enough to lift her body causing all of her extremities to bounce including her tits. Jasmine gasps as she relents and mutters, “please remove a clamp; please remove a clamp; please remove a clamp”

Hearing the utterance, Vyki wastes no time and removes the biting clamp from Jasmine’s right nipple. As blood rushes to fill the injured tissue Jasmine’s nerves light up in pain and she moans right as Bill lands another devastating blow. Her face was still in shocked pain, as Vyki sees the engorged nipple practically pulsing under her heartbeats. Looking so enticingly inviting, Vyki licks her lips as she bends over and gently licks the tender flesh.

Jasmine looks down and gasps as the soft gentle flesh caresses her tender and abused nipple causing a pleasurable rush to sweep over her breast and collide with the pain enveloping her body. She can only moan as the girl continues to gently suckle on her nipple even as Bill lands another blow. The rush of pleasure over her right nipple clashes heavily with the pain on her left & clit as she calls out, “Oh, God!!” as her mind begins to process the conflicting sensations overwhelmed by it all.

“slut, remove her other nipple clamp,” shouts out Bill before he lands another blow against Jasmine’s back.

Vyki doesn’t even pause as she registers Sir Bill’s command and reaches over to remove Jasmine’s left clamp, only to remove her lips from her right nipple and leave her palm there to keep her tender flesh warm as she begins to caress the other nipple.

Jasmine can only look on as the gracious girl before her continues to excite and caress her worn and painful nipples. As she feels Sir Bill give her another swipe, her mind splits further as she feels her modest breast bounce within the other girl’s warm, wet mouth and can’t even consider stopping the moan as her mind’s tenuous grasp on reality is tested from the pain in her clit and rush on her back melds with the pleasure on her breasts.

Jasmine barely registers Sir Bill’s move to a new weapon as she continues to get lost further in the manipulation of the girl in front of her as the pain hits from behind her and continues to pull on her tinder clit. Only when the lips leave her nipples and are replaced with soft, velvety palms does she register that the other girl is now face to face with her after an unknown number of applications by Sir. Her mind struggles to focus on the girl’s blue eyes and multiple ponytails.

Vyki can Jasmine’s mind is struggling to comprehend what is going on and takes the opportunity to get Jasmine to complete the task Sir Bill placed on Vyki. “Oh, Jasmine, you are soooo hot! Do you want to make out?”

Jasmine’s mind can’t really process the question as she continues to be beaten and still getting lost in the sensations in front of her. Only as she sees the girl’s lips move does she realize she’s saying something and moans out a “huh?” after the last strike.

“Do you want to kiss me?” Vyki asks blatantly.

Jasmine barely working brain recognizes what she asks and violently shakes her head, pulling forcefully on the remaining clip on her clit causing her knees buckle and she pulls on the bar just causing more tension on the chain and she wills herself to stand. The adrenaline pain reminds her about the bitch before her and growls at her.

Vyki realizes that the direct soft approach was not going to work with Jasmine, and she grips both tender nipples and turns them forcefully and listens to the girl scream in agony. Bill pauses his stroke as he watches Vyki manipulating her. Vyki relaxes her grip and whispers quietly to Jasmine, “we can do this the easy way or the hard way,” emphasizing the last phrase by lightly twisting her fingertips around her nipples. “Kiss me or not?”

Jasmine is not about to submit to some suburban bitch and registers her rejection by spitting in at the girl only to have it land on the front of her dress over her corset.

Vyki gasps at the insolence of her and slaps her tender tit. As Jasmine groans, she sees Bill land another blow with the cat-o-nine. Vyki shouts over her shoulder, “Sir Bill, can I rip off her other clip?”

Jasmine’s mind kicks into overdrive and looks at the sadistic bitch with rage, “don’t you fucking dare, cunt!”

“You can play with the clip, but don’t remove it,” Bill says as he lands another solid blow.

Jasmine's back arches under the strike as her adrenaline-fueled brain is registering it all and processing even through the fog. Seeing the girl move her hand down between her legs, she starts pleading, “no,no,no,no,no,no,no!”

Vyki just smirks at her as her manicured fingers flick her clamp and send waves of pain through her body. As Jasmine body recovers from the painful ministration, Vyki leans back over and gently caresses Jasmine’s right nipple with her tongue before softly suckling it and relishes as a moan washes out of her lips. Vyki hears several more strikes as she teases her nipple before she finally stands back up and looks at the tormented girl.

Vyki covers the girl’s nipple with her palm to keep it warm as the other hand gently strokes her stomach just above her clit letting her nails tickle the chain. “I can keep this up all night, but it doesn’t have to hurt this much,” Vyki says as she pulls on the chain as it tugs her clit. “Do you want to kiss me or keep teasing your little clitty?” Vyki asks childlike.

Jasmine is near her breaking point but doesn’t want this bitch to be the one to give her pain; that is supposed to be Sir’s domain. “Fine.” Jasmine utters through gritted teeth.

Vyki reaches down and squeezes the clamp down further on her clit as she sees Bill’s arcing whip come down on her, “that didn’t sound very convincing, ‘cunt’.” Vyki replied emphasizing the harsh word echoed back at Jasmine.

Jasmine gasped and the pain, and eked out, “kiss me.”

Bill heard her mutter out but knew it wasn’t what Vyki needed. “Rip off her clamp, slut.”

Vyki looks at Jasmine and shrugs, “wait too long and this is what you get.” Jasmine looks on in horror as another struck hits her and the last forcefully pinching clamp is harshly ripped from her tormented clit taking pubic hairs ripping out from the roots as she screams out in pain as the blood rushes into the engorging flesh.

Vyki then moves her hand up to the tortured girl's cheek gently stroking it as she puts her forehead against the other girl’s head and shushes her softly consoling her, “shhhh... it's okay, they’re all gone now.” She can feel the wind wash over them as Sir Bill’s very heavy thuddy flog lands squarely on her back pushing Jasmine’s body towards Vyki with how much kinetic **** it contains.

Vyki can feel the girl’s breath & heart race; she reaches down to gently caress Jasmine's nipple. The girl moans under Vyki’s touch as Bill continues his forceful strikes. Vyki takes the opportunity to move further down her body and begins pressing between the girl’s thighs with her soft fingers as Sir Bill continues to pound away against her.

Jasmine’s eyes burst open as she moans feeling the sensations explode from her clit as the girl’s manicured fingers probe her inner folds. “Oh God,” she moans out as her brain explodes at the edge of orgasm and her eyes refuse to latch on to any shapes in front of her. Just as suddenly as she feels it explode it stops and she pants trying to focus on the face before her. Slowly the painted face registers into a smirk staring at her.

“Like that do you?” Vyki asks teasing.

Jasmine has been edging for days and Sir Bill has continued to deny her. Even as she feels the heavy thud of the thick flog reverberate through her body she nods emphatically.

“Would you like me to push you over the edge?” Vyki asks as she licks her lips.

Vyki nods her head wildly. If this girl will finally give her the release she’s been craving, she’s willing to forgive Vyki’s invasion into a realm she doesn’t know.

“I need something from you first; I have my own tasks from Sir Bill,” Vyki smiles knowing she is going to get her ride home.

Jasmine looks at her questioningly but nods her head.

“you need to ask me to kiss you,” Vyki finally says dropping the bomb.

Jasmine looks at her perplexed. Finally, she mutters out after a flog, “fine. Kiss me.”

Vyki grabs a nipple & twists it as she says, “no, you have to beg me to kiss you.” Vyki then leans down and begins to suckle her other tender nipple as she releases the first.

Jasmine's mind is reeling trying to comprehend all the sensations and fighting her own mind. But she’ll be damned if she’ll beg this poser for anything and just shakes her head violently.

Vyki then switches her head and suckles on the twisted nipple as she twists the formerly licked nipple as she teases the girl’s clit.

Jasmine’s mind begins vibrating as Sir Bill’s activity seems to accelerate while the girl pushes all of her obvious buttons. “Fuck,” Jasmine yells out as all of it abruptly ends as the girl steps back from her and Sir Bill pauses his onslaught.

Jasmine whimpers as she realizes she’s now isolated from the world around her. She attempts to rub her thighs together in vain and even bounce on her heels to try to stimulate her nipples, but she only seems to succeed in amplifying her frustration.

Realizing this is really just Sir Bill’s orchestration, Jasmine finally relents and quietly says, “fine. Please kiss me.”

Vyki locks eyes with the nearly broken girl and takes a few steps towards Jasmine. Reaching out to gently caress her tender tit and lightly stroke her tortured nipple with her thumb. “No,” Vyki says rubbing her moist thigh below her clit, “beg me to where Sir Bill hears you.”

Jasmine glares at her and fumes panting deeply through her nose.

Seeing the defiance, Vyki pulls her hands away from the girl just far enough to lose contact and stay out of Jasmine’s touch, but still close enough to feel her heat radiating off of her.

Feeling the isolation again, Jasmine whimpers wanting so much more.

Vyki leans in just a bit close to where their lips are less than an inch apart, looking directly into Jasmine’s eyes she holds the look for just a moment and says, “I will make your world explode if you just give me what Sir Bill wants.”

Jasmine feels her sweet breath against and feels it finally breaks as she screams, “Oh, God, slut! Please kiss me, you whore!”

Vyki grasps her nipple to pull her body the last few inches to have their lips make contact. Jasmine moans from the harsh contact on her nipple and soft contact of the other girl’s lips. Vyki slides her finger back through Jasmine’s matted forest to find her tender clit. Making contact, Vyki feels the girl breathe in quickly and Vyki takes the opportunity to thrust her tongue into the other girl's mouth.

Jasmine feels the girl make contact with her slipper tip as Sir Bill lands a heavy thud on her, and her mind erupts as her body is overwhelmed in sensations as four days of teasing release their pent-up energy in a massive orgasm spurred on again and again as Sir Bill continues his onslaught. Jasmine’s passion takes over as she deeply kisses the tongue in her mouth as their tongues dance while the body’s pleasure receptors fire all over her body and flood her system with caches of endorphins and joyful hormones.

Vyki continues enjoying making out with the girl after having to be a kissing queen to the four guys on the couches, her passion and rush seems to push into her body as she continues rubbing the girl's clit as a few fingers tentatively reach into her canal while the continue to kiss and drive Jasmine deeper into pleasure.

Neither girl notices that Sir Bill has stopped his onslaught or even started packing up his equipment until he walks over to the entwined duo listening to Jasmine’s moans as Vyki’s heels click on the floor as Jasmine’s body swings gently aiming to get more enticement. Placing a hand on each girl’s shoulder, they jump slightly as he says, “that’s enough, sluts.”

The girls separate and passionately respond in unison, “yes, Sir Bill.” Vyki takes a step back and Jasmine instinctively swings towards her to get more relief.

“Don’t go too far, Vyki,” Sir Bill commands. “you’re not done yet.”

Vyki puts her hands behind her back still panting, her fake chest rising and falling rapidly. “Yes, Sir Bill.”

Grasping one of the cuffs, Sir Bill holds it and looks at Vyki, “I’m going to release her cuffs, but she’s not going to be entirely stable. I need you to take her to girl’s room up front so she can recover and redress.” Bill sees Vyki’s eyes go wide and emphatically questions, “do you think you can handle it, slut, or do I need to flog your ass, too?”

Vyki feels flushed and scared that he’d actually consider doing that to her, but she can see the animalistic rage of a Dom behind his eyes and worries that he might feed into his baser instincts and actually tie her up. “No, Sir,” Vyki frantically responds, “I mean, no, Sir Bill, you don’t need to flog me,” Vyki tries to explain in a panic, “I will make sure she gets to the room and recovers.” Vyki then steps further and places her arms under Jasmine’s arms in anticipation of Sir Bill releasing her. However, this rubs Jasmine’s tender nipples on Vyki’s bulging dress and sends a rippling aftershock through Jasmine’s body as she goes limp and moans.

Sir Bill takes that moment to quickly remove the cuffs as the girl’s hanging weight becomes dead weight for Vyki to manage in her heels and she stumbles around briefly before she manages to get Jasmine’s feet under her.

Vyki then manages to get the girl to shuffle with her as the girl’s now loose chains drag slightly on the ground as her clamps bounce against her body. As they approach the door, Vyki glances over at the four men seated comfortably from the side as they all leer at the pair of girls with lustful smiles as they nod their ascent.