Steph gives a, “Yes, mistress,” continuing her collecting the donations from the jeep.
Lynda talking with Alathia, “Does she know the commands?”
Alathia nods, “Some, but she’ll only follow my commands and I’m keeping it that way.”
“Bex, present yourself to Lynda!”
Having watched Alathia and Lynda converse about her, and not to her, Bex is struck with a bolt of fear, hearing the command phrase and tries to plead with Alathia looking and pouting in her direction, hoping to dissuade Alathia.
“Now, slut!” Shouting at Bex, Alathia gives no leeway.
Whimpering, “Yes, Mistress,” Bex slowly begins pulling her dress off, folding it neatly and placing it on the coffee table. Bex gets down on all fours, puts her head on the ground reaching back spreading her cheeks.
“Wow, I’m impressed, Thia. It took a month to get that kind of obedience from Steph. You really have a natural slut on your hands, Thia.” Lynda begins walking around Bex examining her like one is inspecting livestock. “She’s hairless where it matters. Is it hard to keep her that way?”
“Nope, she’s not that hairy. She’s naturally pretty hairless, and keeps her pussy shaved and clean. Going to make that a more permanent thing.”
“Thia, is that the new toy you ordered jammed up your big sister’s ass. How is it working for you?”
“Oh, Bex loves it, she’s been wearing it all morning!”
Lynda, seeing the final trash bag enter, takes it from her stepdaughter’s hands. Looking inside, she gasps, “Seriously, Thia. I know these are trash bags, but I wasn’t expecting trash!”
A bridge too far, Bex stands up shouting, “I never wanted to donate my clothes in the first place!”
With lightning-like speed, Alathia grabs Bex by the back of her hair, slapping a ball gag in her mouth, stopping any more verbal communication from Bex.
Yanking Bex’s head back, “We’re still experiencing some growing pains. You’re gonna be a sorry cunt, when I punish your ass later.”
“Thia, Thia. Thia, we just got some new toys that I’d love to use on this disobedient little slut!”
“That’s an excellent idea, Lynda. If this cunt had behaved, she could be experiencing pleasure, but now she needs to be fucking punished for her outburst and blatant disrespect!”
Lynda chuckles, “Oh Thia, come now, always the taskmaster. If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times to be more carrot than stick. In this case, we may, indeed, need the stick. Would you allow me to administer her punishment? I’m sure I can come up with something appropriate. You can play with Stephanie, while I deal with behavioral issues in your new toy.”
Bex, not liking this, is scared to death. She has no idea what Lynda may do to her for disrespecting her because she knows Alathia will make her pay dearly for that outburst. “How is the evil version of Samantha from ‘Bewitched’ the right choice here; fuck me, I’m stupid,” the flustered Bex admonishes herself.
Taking her big sister by the chin, as one would a petulant child, Alathia looks Bex in the eyes, giving her the most evil look Bex has ever seen. “Yes, Lynda. She insulted you, it’s only fair; she did insult you, after all.” Turning to Bex, “You’re gonna wish it was me and not Lynny Lucifer disciplining you, hahaha.”
Stephanie having competed her task, “Mistress Alathia I’m at your service,” with a curtsy.
Alathia takes a seat in a comfortable lounge chair, pointing to the spot in front of her. Stephanie rushes, getting on her knees, at the spot she pointed to. “Take off my panties, Steph.”
“Yes, Mistress Alathia.”Stephanie slowly runs her soft, well-manicured hands along Alathia’s stocking-clad legs. Stephanie has been in this position many times before with her stepmother. But something about Alathia sparks feelings Stephanie thought long since beaten out of her. She pushes the summer dress high enough to reveal the purple panties that match the stockings she’s wearing. Slowly, Stephanie begins sliding the panites off Alathia’s hips, revealing her perfectly manicured pussy glistening with her wetness, in the anticipation of her womanly desires being fulfilled.
“Now Stephanie, you’ll place your nose right here, almost touching my clit. You’ll sit there and be quiet, while I play with my phone.”
“Yes, Mistress Alathia.”
Strolling over to the wall grabbing a pink leash with Stephanie’s name in purple flowery font on it, Lynda clips it to Bex’s collar. “I suggest you stay docile and submissive. And insubordination will not be received well. Now, follow me, slut.”
Following her new tormentor into the demented play room playroom, Bex sees that it looks more like a torture chamber than a kinky play place.
Lynda begins caressing Bex’s body. “My oh my, I think my sissy out there has a bigger bust than you, and she’s a he.”
The realization of Lynda’s words hits Bex right between the eyes like a shotgun blast to the face. “Stephanie is a sissy, she’s really a he. And he has a bigger bust then I do, fuck!”
Seeing her opportunity to really strike Bex to the bone, she offers, “Did you realize that my sissy stepson is more of a woman than you are, slut? Hahaha!”
Turning into a tomato, Bex’s is a red that she’s never really achieved before. “How can I have smaller boobs than some femboy slave he/she has a B-cup, fuck.”
Bex feels her arms being pulled back behind her back, being secured with silken rope that is looped around the front of her waist, bringing Bex down to her knees, then her belly. Lynda works quickly and efficiently, making sure the three balance points are maintained, before lifting the bound Bex into the air.
Feeling the ropes bind her legs and arms is a thrilling sensation. “Why does this make me so horny and wet? Why am I so into this, is Alathia right? Am I nothing more than a submissive slut? Is this my true nature!?!” Feeling a spreader bar attached to her bent and bound ankles, keeps Bex from closing her legs; leaving her freshly shaved pussy vulnerable and open for all. A few more straps in strategic places and then suddenly, Bex is hoisted into the air like the trussed-up slut she is.
A scream is muffled behind the gag, but it’s more of a gurgling sound. Lynda begins clapping, “Oh, the wonderful sounds you make. Thia truly found a treasure in you. I’m a conductor and I’m going to make your body my orchestra. We’re gonna make beautiful music together, slut.”
Slowly circling the suspended Bex, Lynda caresses her bound victim. Slowly and sensually caressing Bex’s body, like someone admiring a new toy they’ve been given to play with. “I see why Alathia wants you as her personal slut-slave fuck-toy! You were absolutely built for this, the excitement shows all over your body from erect nipples to a wet, glistening pussy. You lie to yourself, ‘No, no, no, (using a mocking voice) I don’t like this, I’m being forced to do these things!'” Grinning like a hyena from ‘The Lion King’, Lynda continues her monologue, “But yet, you go along with it, and that is because you crave it, you want it, you need it!”
Bex’s screams are stopped by the gag, but the sounds are a pitiful argument and profanities being thrown at Lynda.
Lynda laughs at the pitiful display in front of her, almost spitting the insult, “Pathetic!” Reaching out, Lynda viciously pulls Bex’s nipple, twisting it very hard, drawing another pained sound from the gagged, hanging Bex, as tears begin to form. Strolling over to a counter, Lynda opens a box, picking a few items up. Showing Bex some ear plugs and a latex mask. “You’ll be wearing this. It’ll make this session ten times more intense.
Bex’s eyes go wide. The prospect of being put under that mask, and having her hearing blocked as well, is absolutely terrifying. To the point, Bex begins thrashing and screaming her refusal and unwillingness to wear the latex mask.
With a free hand, Lynda caresses her cheek, “Shhh, shhh.” With a quick slap, Lynda strikes Bex with a backhand slap. Bex’s head snaps to the side, dazing her for a few seconds. “Your pleading only makes me wetter, you stupid worthless cunt! You’re in my grasp, not your mistress who loves you. I do not. I only want your pain, I want your screams.” Lynda rubs her pussy in front of Bex, moaning softly. “Hmmm, god you’re turning me on so much, cunt, so fucking much.”
Bex, having just been slapped harder than she’s ever been in her life, is realizing she’s made a horrible tactical error in choosing this crazy bitch over Alathia. Grabbing Bex’s chin, showing her the earplugs, she very roughly jams them in, cutting off Bex’s ability to hear. Gently caressing Bex’s cheek, she can see panic starting to creep into her eyes. Lynda caressing her head, calms Bex down and in a completely sinister move, she puts the latex mask over Bex’s head, cutting off her vision, casting the trussed-up Bex into a world of darkness.
Bex feeling the mask go over her face, feeling the latex constrict her face is a very alien experience. With her vision cut off, Bex begins feeling panic creep in. “Breathe Bex, breathe slowly, calm down. I am a leaf on the wind; watch how I soar.” Bex conjures a lake of glass, cross-legged calm accepting the silence, becoming one with the silence.
Lynda watching the bound Bex, “Hmmm,” seems Bex is smart enough to control her breathing. I can’t say I’m not disappointed not to get a freak out.” She moves around her suspended victim, like a great white swimming around its prey. Slowly caressing Bex’s glistening pussy, Lynda begins spreading it open, seeing more of her pussy slime glistening around her hole that seems to be begging for attention. Lynda begins pushing back the hood of Bex’s clit, exposing it; placing her thumb on Bex’s clit, rubbing it gently, teasing it.
Bex feeling fingers spreading her pussy open, is causing her to have all kinds of feelings. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, that bitch was right. This is so much more intense! I’m a leaf on the wind, I’m a leaf on the wind! WHAT IS THAT CRAZY BITCH DOING TO ME! And why is the not knowing, making me even hornier!”
Grinning at the erect clit before her, Lynda takes the clit between her fingers, pulling it like a little cock. Seeing Bex’s body tremble and convulse to her touch, slowly picking up the most evil device she owns– it’s called a ‘pussy spreader’. Slipping each strap around Bex’s thighs, using the clips, Lynda attaches the spreader to Bex’s inner labia. Spreading her pussy open, the four clips spread the labia in four directions. Bex shakes with the sudden sensation of having her pussy spread completely open. Bex, on being pulled open, thrashes a little. The feeling of a new level of pain and discomfort crashes into her battered pussy.
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