The weekend continues

Jenna woke and glanced at her alarm clock. "5:30 might be a little too early to get them to work, but not too early for me to have some fun," she thought after reading the large red numbers.

She carefully pulled herself away from Lauren and went into her closet. She took a few minutes to look at her selection of leather and latex outfits. Eventually, she decided on a bra consisting of black leather straps that framed her breasts and several thin golden chains that went across her breasts. She then selected a pair of red leather booty shorts and a pair of knee-high black leather boots.

“Damn, I look fucking hot,” she said to herself as she looked herself over in the full-length mirror in her closet. Satisfied with how she looked, she headed up to the spare bedroom where Melissa had spent the night.

Melissa woke with a loud gasp as the light came on. She sat up and blinked rapidly, trying to force her eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness. “Mistress? What time is it?” she asked, still groggy, as she rubbed her eyes. When her vision finally cleared, she looked over at the alarm clock in the spare bedroom and quietly groaned.

“Get your ass down to the living room and wait for me. I’m going to go up to the dungeon and get some things so we can have some fun.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Melissa said, her tone sounding defeated. She got out of the bed, not bothering to get dressed, and headed to the living room as Jenna made her way to the dungeon. When Jenna entered the dungeon and turned on the lights, the rest of her slaves were forced to wake from their sleep. This caused her to laugh as the Cho Twins, still locked in their chastity belts and sharing a cage, both nearly hit their heads as they quickly sat up.

She quickly grabbed a long length of roughly hewn rope, a bundle of twine, four clothespins, a red ball gag, a black strap-on, and a black leather flogger. Once she had everything she needed, she went down to the living room where she found Melissa still naked and kneeling. Jenna set the items down on the floor in front of her kneeling slave before going to the garage and grabbing a ladder, returning to the living room, and setting the ladder up under one of the decorative trusses.

“Stand up, arms behind your back, arms straight.” Melissa bit her lip nervously, but quickly obeyed. Jenna coiled the rope around Melissa’s arms several times, making a makeshift single glove, then fed the working end of the rope between her arms and around itself several more times before finally tying the working end off to the truss overhead. When she was done, she left Melissa with enough slack to be able to bend over without being forced to do so.

With Melissa’s arms secured, Jenna measured out and cut off four pieces of twine. She then tied one end of each piece of twine to one of the four clothespins. Next, she placed one of the clothespins on each of Melissa’s nipples, then put one on each of her labia before tying the other ends of the twine to Melissa’s big toes. “There, all set,” she said as she began to tap the fingers of one hand against the clothespins on Melissa’s nipples, and the fingers of her other hand to tap on the clothespins on her labia.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” Melissa yelled as every touch of Jenna’s fingers caused a wave of pain to spread through her nipples and her labia. She instinctively tried to stand, causing her to shriek as the clothespins pulled on her nipples and labia.

Jenna laughed as she held up the ball gag, pushed it into her mouth, and buckled it. “There, can’t have you keeping everyone else awake now, can we?”

“Ruh-uh, Ishesh,” Melissa grunted into the gag.

“Good girl,” Jenna laughed. She pulled off her booty shorts and stepped into the strap-on before she picked up the flogger and moved behind the bound brunette. “I’m going to fuck you with this strap-on, but first,” Jenna didn’t finish speaking; instead, she pulled the supple leather tendrils of the flogger taut in her left hand before snapping her wrist and sending them crashing against Melissa’s ass.

“Raaah!” Melissa screamed as the supple leather struck her ass for a second time. Again, she instinctively tried to stand and get away from the pain, only to force herself to stop when more pain went through her nipples and labia.

“When you’re ready to get fucked, Melissa, just stand up and rip those clothespins off,” Jenna said before she began to use the Flogger to whip Melissa’s ass hard. Each time the multi-tailed whip struck the flesh of her ass, she let out a muffled scream and resisted the urge to stand up.

Jenna continued with the slow, hard lashes for several minutes before starting to roll her wrist in a figure-eight. Every time the supple leather tendrils struck her flesh, Melissa let out a muffled moan. "What now?" she thought when Jenna stopped.

Jenna smirked as she draped the flogger over her left shoulder. She closed the distance between them. "I'm impressed," she said as she reached around and began flicking the clothespins on Melissa’s nipples with her fingers. “I thought you’d stand up by now, in all honesty.”

“No, no, please no,” Melissa thought as she whimpered and whined into her gag.

“I’ll be right back. I think it’s time I try a new toy that I ordered earlier this week.” As she walked away, Jenna looked back and laughed at the panicked look on Melissa’s face. She made her way through the house until she came to the back room with the latex vacuum beds, where she had hidden the package in the cabinet where her mom had kept her painting supplies.

Jenna smiled to herself as she took out the shipping box; it was only a few inches wide and about twenty inches long. She cut it open, removed the bubble wrap, unrolled it, and found what she had ordered. A narrow paddle, only an inch or so wide and about eighteen inches long. Despite its size, it was thick and sturdy. What had made her order it, though, was the humorous placement of the word ouch in big, bold black lettering on either flat side of the paddle.

Hearing Jenna’s footsteps returning sent Melissa’s heart racing. She had no idea what her mistress had in mind, but she was sure she wouldn’t enjoy it. Jenna held the paddle by its handle so Melissa could easily see it. “This is my new paddle. What do you think?” she asked in an almost sweet and innocent tone. Melissa let out a long, low whine. “You know, this paddle is just perfect for striking the most sensitive of areas,” she said as she dragged one of the flat sides of the narrow paddle back and forth along the crease where ass and upper thigh met.

Melissa’s breath caught in her throat as the cold surface of the paddle traced along her skin. The touch was deceptively gentle, but the promise behind it made her stomach clench with dread. “Such a pretty little mark I’ve left on you already,” Jenna murmured, her free hand tracing the red welts on Melissa’s ass. “But we’re just getting started, Melissa.”

The paddle lifted away, and Melissa braced herself, her toes curling against the hardwood floor. When the first strike came, it caught the sensitive crease where ass met thigh, exactly where Jenna had been teasing. The narrow implement concentrated all its force into that tiny line of flesh.

“RAAAAH!” Melissa screamed into the gag, her whole body jerking forward. The motion pulled the twine attached to her nipples and labia, sending fresh waves of pain through her body. She was trapped between the paddle and the clothespins, every movement causing additional torment.

Jenna laughed softly behind her. “That’s the beauty of this setup, isn’t it? You can’t escape the paddle without hurting yourself even more. To be honest, I have been dying to try this.”

The second strike landed parallel to the first, just inches above it. Melissa’s vision blurred with tears as she fought to stay still, to not jerk away and tear the clothespins from her flesh.

“Three,” Jenna counted, delivering another precise blow. “Four.”

Each stroke was methodical, painting parallel lines of fire across Melissa’s ass and thighs. The paddle’s narrow design allowed Jenna to target specific areas with surgical precision. Melissa could feel her skin swelling where the paddle had struck, each new line of pain sharper than the last.

“Perhaps you need some motivation,” Jenna said, setting the paddle aside. She stepped closer, her body pressed against Melissa’s back. Melissa could feel the cold silicone of the strap-on against her ass as Jenna’s hands reached around to play with the clothespins attached to her nipples.

“Rrrrgh!” Melissa grunted as Jenna flicked each clothespin in turn. The pain was exquisite, sharp needles of sensation that radiated outward from each nipple.

“Stand up and take these off whenever you want,” Jenna whispered in her ear. “All you have to do is stand straight, and they’ll pull right off. Then I’ll fuck you with this,” she pressed the strap-on harder against Melissa, “and we can be done. Or we can keep going with the paddle. Your choice.”

Melissa’s mind raced. The pain was becoming unbearable, but the thought of deliberately tearing the clothespins from her sensitive flesh was somehow worse than enduring. She shook her head frantically, her eyes squeezed shut.

“No? You want more?” Jenna laughed, reaching for the paddle again. “As you wish.”

The next strike caught Melissa completely by surprise, landing on the backs of her thighs. The new location sent fresh waves of agony through her body. She screamed into the gag, her legs nearly buckling beneath her.

“This paddle is perfect, isn’t it?” Jenna asked teasingly. “It can get into such wonderful places.” She slid the paddle between Melissa’s legs and pressed it against her left inner thigh, making her squirm. “Just stand up when you’ve had enough.” She then began flicking the paddle back and forth, hitting each of her inner thighs. The strikes weren’t hard, but they didn’t need to be. After ten seconds of this, Melissa stood up, ripping the clothespins from her nipples and labia.

“RRRAAAHHAA!!!” she screamed as blood rushed back into her sensitive flesh. Even muffled by her gag, Jenna was half sure the others had heard Melissa’s agonized scream.

“You took that much longer than I thought you would,” Jenna said with a hint of pride in her voice as she reached between Melissa’s legs and began to rub her clit. With her other hand, she undid the ball gag and carefully pulled it out of Melissa’s mouth, and dropped it to the floor. “You did so good, I’m not even going to make you get permission to cum,” she said before playfully nibbling on Melissa’s ear. “Bend back over.”

Melissa quickly obeyed, knowing that if she didn’t she would be punished, and to her ever-lessening shame, she wanted to be fucked. Jenna slid the head of the strap-on along Melissa’s slit, enjoying the way the bound brunette’s body moved with anticipation. Slowly, she pushed in.

“Oh, fuck,” Jenna moaned as she felt her velvety insides part to accommodate the long and thick silicone cock.

“That’s quite the mouth my little church girl’s got,” Jenna laughed as she began fucking Mellissa with steady, even pumps of her hips. Each thrust sent a wave of growing pleasure through Melissa’s aching body, and she was soon moaning loudly. “That’s it, cum for me. Cum for me and show me how much you love getting fucked like a whore.”

“Oh, God! Oh, Fuck! I-I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Melissa screamed as the coil snapped; every muscle in her body went taut, and dual waves of heat and welcome release crashed over her body.

“Good, girl,” Jenna purred in her ear, filling Melissa with a sense of pride. “Go get cleaned up and then wake the others. I’ll get a start on breakfast.” Jenna quickly began to undo the makeshift single glove.

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress,” Melissa said once she was free of her bondage. She made her way over to the stairs on shaky legs and carefully began the climb to the second story when Jenna called her name.

“Your task for today will be to get a video of you and your mother in a 69 while I take Tanisha shopping?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

What will happen next? Answer in comments.

A) Jenna takes Tanisha shopping

B) Homecoming weekend

C) Jenna is presented with another business opportunity

D) Something else. What?