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Natalie struggled to find the words to answer. Her jaw was moving but only a few garbled sounds were coming out. Eventually
, she came to her senses and managed to say, “Oh my God! You look mouth wateringly stunning. That looks like you have been literally poured into it. Sir James has mentioned the idea of me wearing one a couple of times now and I can see why he would love it. I can also see why I would love it. It looks like a second skin, but I don’t think my body could do it the justice that yours does.”

Jo-Anne smiled at her. “You would be surprised. Well fitted latex can cover
a multitude of sins, and believe me, it does feel extremely sensuous to wear.”

“But you are wearing it as a Dominatrix.
I am sure Sir James does not have that in mind for me. Could I still wear something like that, noting our roles are likely to be diametrically opposed?”

“Oh yes. This is a material for all occasions… and persuasions. Some of the hottest submissives and slaves around wear latex to die for. Come. It is time for Lady Jo-Anne to play with one of her willing subjects.”

She led the way up the stairs with Natalie following, mesmerized by the way her friend moved in the latex, her butt swishing from side to side teasingly as she took each step. When they reached the top of the stairs, Jo-Anne continued along a hall to a door at the end, her high-heeled shoes clicking loudly on the bare wooden floor. When they reached the door, she beckoned Natalie who nervously approached. As she did, Jo-Anne opened it to a sight that took Natalie’s breath away.

“Go inside, Natalie,” she said with a wicked glint in her eye.

Jo-Anne put her arm around Natalie and gently, but firmly, encouraged her to enter the room. The door closed with a heavy thud behind her and she was aware of a loud click as a lock secured it. Natalie looked around the room dumbstruck. If she thought the special bedroom at Sir James’ home was amazing, this room was like his bedroom on steroids.

“Welcome to my private dungeon, Natalie. Only very special guests get to see the inner workings of my private play space.”

“Th… Thanks,” Natalie replied nervously. As she peered into the dimly lit room, the first view that struck her was that of a female derriere which she correctly assumed belonged to Clair, whom she had not yet met. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she could see that Clair was secured, straddling a padded horse type structure.

The top of it was round and covered in black padded leather or vinyl – she could not tell which. Clair was naked and her legs came down each of the rear legs. There were thick leather cuffs around her ankles and they were clipped to eyebolts that were low on the legs of the horse. She was totally exposed and even in the dim light it was obvious to Natali
e that Clair was highly aroused, her wet pussy juices glistening in the dim light. Her slender body was laid out along the length of the horse, and her arms were stretched down the front legs. They were also secured with strong leather cuffs attached to eyebolts on the legs of the horse.

Clair’s skin was like alabaster, contrasting the black vinyl of the horse and its dark wooden legs. The globes of her butt had a slight pink hue
probably caused by Marc’s preparation. Jo-Anne approached her, the heels of her shoes slightly muffled by the rubber coating on the dungeon floor. She put her hand on Clair’s butt and Natalie saw it clench and there was an almost imperceptible movement of her hips on the horse.

“Ahhhh. I can see you have been warmed up a little already, Clair. Now I want you to meet a good friend of mine who will be observing this evening’s activities. I have no doubt she will enjoy seeing just how exposed and helpless you are and will revel in watching the pain you go through to please your Mistress. I wonder how it will feel for you to have a relative stranger watch as you are violat
ed in the most intimate fashion…to be observing as you are writhing in pain and trying to resist begging for mercy from me. I may even invite her to take part.”

“Ooohhhh. Yes
, Mistress.” Clair’s voice already sounded somewhat distant to Natalie, and she instantly remembered how she had felt when she was on the sling at Sir James’. They walked around the horse and Natalie could see one of Clair’s ample breasts hanging down against the side of the horse. There was some sort of clamp attached to it and from the clamp, a chain dropped down and disappeared under the horse. It was obvious the clamp was under pressure and it was pulling her nipple down further as it held the bud firmly between its jaws.

H
er head was encased in a full leather hood that laced up the back of her head. As they stepped around in front of her, Jo-Anne squatted down in front of Clair, who would have been looking straight down between her Mistress’s latex clad legs that were spread in front of her. Jo-Anne crooked her finger under Clair’s chin and lifted her head so she could see Natalie’s legs. Natalie squatted as well in order to be able to make eye contact with Clair. She noted there were a number of studs positioned all around the face of the hood with openings for Clair’s eyes and mouth.

“Oooohhhh. Welcome, Ma’am,” she said in a slightly pained voice. “I am pleased to meet you. Please forgive me for not kissing your hand.” The apology caused a ripple of laughter from all three women.

“Good girl,” Jo-Anne purred as she reached down and took Clair’s hands in hers and gently squeezed them. Jo-Anne then stood and while she gently rested her latex clad body against Clair’s head, she reached around with both hands and grasped her breasts, kneading them and squeezing them firmly before pulling her fingers back and grasping her nipples over the top of the clamps. As she squeezed, Clair let out a high pitched squeal before Jo-Anne released the clamps. As they dropped to the floor, Natalie could see that there had been a number of weights attached to the chain, which accounted for the tension she had noticed on the clamps. Jo-Anne then rolled Clair’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and Clair’s squeal became even louder and repetitive as her body bucked and jerked against her bonds before the squeal turned into a moan and her struggles reduced.

“Oh yes. We are going to have some fun with you tonight, my helpless little pain slut,” Jo-Anne said as she released her nipples and gave her yet another slap on her taut butt. Clair hardly moved but then Jo-Anne slipped a finger between her labia and gave a single wipe.

“Awww. Yesssssssss,” came the distant response.

Jo-Anne immediately delivered a hard slap to each of Clair’s butt cheeks and just as she was drawing it back for another
, Clair blurted out, “Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

“That’s a little better. We don’t want to forget our manners, especially in the company of guests.”

“Oh no, Mistress. I am so sorry,” Clair replied, suitably chastised.

While
Jo-Anne moved off to gather some other items for use in her dealing with Clair, Natalie took the opportunity to look around the dungeon. In one corner she could see a large wooden cross with cuffs hanging from it and a range of eyebolts and hooks attached. Another corner had a sling which was quite similar to the one at Sir James’ and she briefly closed her eyes as she relived her experience in it. She was already dripping wet, with her arousal commencing during the initial discussions outside, enhanced by the appearance of Marc. By now she knew her juices would be flowing freely.

What red-
blooded woman wouldn’t be turned on by the sight of a well-built man on his knees, partially dressed, who kisses one’s hand in greeting, she reasoned to herself? And there was something about the chastity device and the stripes on his butt that ratcheted up her arousal level. Is it him that she envied or was it Jo-Anne…or was it Clair, she wondered? Although she was not quite sure of the answer, she suspected it might be an equal level of both Marc and Clair although she felt she could also enjoy being in Jo-Anne’s place as well.

On one wall was what looked like a tiny jail cell
or a cage. It looked big enough for someone to stand inside and was made of metal bars. The door was open and Natalie could see two open padlocks hanging from the locking hasps on the frame. Next to it was what appeared to be a horizontal cage or cell with a padded top. She could see there was padding and bedding inside the cell. It must be a cage for longer term confinement, she thought to herself. The walls were adorned with all sorts of boots, hoods, ropes, cuffs and other things that she could not even identify. There were wooden beams up the walls and across the ceiling. Some of the wall beams had winches fitted to them. Cables ran over pulleys on the ceiling beams and ended with hooks or eyelets for attaching to other items that Meredith could hardly even begin to imagine.

There was a soft knock on the door. Jo-Anne hardly paused from her activities.

“Wait!” she said loudly. “Natalie, unlock the door.”

Natalie turned and stepped over to the door, turning the lock. She then opened it to find Marc standing there,
or at least she assumed it was Marc behind the latex hood. She couldn’t even see his eyes as the latex simply had a whole range of tiny holes over the area where his eyes would be, making him look like some sort of alien. His head was bowed, just like she had been told to do by Sir James. The door swung open and he stepped into the dungeon. Jo-Anne simply pointed to a spot on the floor behind Clair but off to one side and Marc immediately stepped over to it and dropped to his knees, holding both hands out horizontally from his body.

Jo
-Anne was looking at a selection of canes that were poking out of a stand, removing each one in turn and taking a few practice swings. Natalie was in awe at the power behind each swing and shuddered at the thought of what it might be like to be on the receiving end of such an action. She was also amazed at the high pitched whistle the canes made as they swung quickly through the air. Once again she could feel her excitement continuing to build and she was thankful she was wearing panties. Surreptitiously she moved her right hand down to her vulva and quickly confirmed that the silky material was already wet. She didn’t let it linger as she remembered the instructions she had received from Sir James the previous evening.

When Jo-Anne decided she liked the feel of a particular cane, she would place it across th
e outstretched hands of Marc before checking the next one. Natalie had no idea what criteria she was using to decide which ones to use and which ones to return to their holder. When she had finished, she had a selection of five different canes for use. Moving up to the end of the horse, she draped her latex clad body over Clair’s butt and thighs, moving herself such that the latex was sliding over Clair.

Reaching to the top of Clair’s back she then raked her fingernails slowly and with some force all the way down to her butt whereupon she drew both hands back and delivered a single hard slap to both cheeks. Clair grunted with the impact as Jo-Anne rubbed her hands gently over Clair’s butt. Then, turning her fingers out
, she dragged her nails between Clair’s legs right up to her labial lips. Natalie could see Clair’s muscles clench in anticipation as Jo-Anne gently slipped a single finger deep inside her before running it between her lips, drawing it back down until it brushed her clit. Clair exhaled audibly and Natalie could see her trying to move her dripping pussy back to follow Jo-Anne’s hand as it was withdrawn.

Just then, some music began to play. It was by Enya and it had a soulful sound with a relaxing and somewhat hypnotic beat to it. Jo-Anne began to spank Clair to the beat of the music. Natalie could see that each spank was quite firm and resulted in a resounding ‘thunk’ as it made contact with Clair’s taut butt. Before long, Clair’s butt was beginning to move with what little latitude she had to try and avoid the spanks. As each one landed a low, “Ooohhhhhh,” escaped her lips. Periodically
, Jo-Anne would pause and feel Clair’s butt, running her fingers over it and occasionally letting them slip across her labia. After one round of spanks, Jo-Anne said, “Natalie, come and feel how hot Clair’s butt has become and how excited she is.”

As Natalie stepped forward and put her hand upon the reddened globe, she was surprised at exactly how hot the skin felt. At the same time she was doing this, Jo-Anne had moved back around to Clair’s head and was crouching down once again as she reached forward and grasped Clair’s nipples, pinching and rolling them quite firmly. At the same time Clair’s butt moved slightly
and without conscious thought; Natalie’s fingers brushed her glistening labial lips.

Noting her level of heightened arousal, Natalie cupped her whole vulva and rubbed her hand up and down, using her middle finger to slip inside Clair’s welcoming pussy. While Clair tried vainly to thrust against Natalie’s finger, Natalie withdrew it, holding her hand up to see it glistening in the dim dungeon light. As she thought about it, she could not believe what she had just done. She was not viewing Clair as another woman but more so as a canvas upon which to practice the art of delivering pain and pleasure.

Jo-Anne was aware of what had been happening and said, “See. She is such a pain slut! Oh, and Marc will be happy to lick your hand clean. I like to give him a little reward every now and then.”

Natalie put her hand out for Marc to deal with Clair’s juices and he willing licked and sucked her fingers with gusto until they were clean. As he did so, Jo-Anne retrieved the clamps from the floor beneath Clair and attached them to each of Clair’s nipples and hung a weight off the chain that joined them. She beckoned Natalie over to look as she played with the clamps.