SATAN’S CELLAR 6

“Mistress Carol, would you mind if I take charge of slave Judy for the coming week?” Master Michael asked, “It is half-term week and I understand you wish to go to the convention in Birmingham with Mistress Amanda.”

“Isn’t your arse still too sore Michael?” Carol gave a little laugh. “It’s only a week since your graduation caning and although you’re a fully fledged master I wonder if you are up to the job at the moment.”

“Yes, it’s still sore ma’am but I’ll manage. I’m working again now.”

“Oh I’m not really sure about letting her stay with you for a whole week especially as I know how you two feel about each other. You’ll be too soft on her and then I’ll have to re-train her when I get back.” Carol teased him. Michael looked downcast. “She needs a good strapping like I give her everyday.”

Michael caught the glint in Carol’s eyes. “A big strap-on cock you mean,” Michael laughingly rejoined.

“Please Mistress, let me go,” Judy begged.

Judy was no stranger to Michael’s home, bed or cock. In the last fourteen months since they first met at the initiation Amanda and Carol had allowed the pair to be together on their own at least once a month and frequently they were involved in foursomes at either Amanda or Carol’s place. Judy knew she liked him from the first weekend but it was some three weeks later before they met again. Michael phoned Carol with a plea for help. “Mistress Carol would you ask Judy if she’ll look at my computer please. I cannot open any of my Word files and I need to order more fittings for the dungeon. Mistress Amanda has given me permission to ask.”

It only took Judy a few minutes to sort out the problem but she recommended he upgraded his computer and she did this for him over the next few weeks. On the second occasion she worked on his computer Michael told her, “Amanda and Carol have told me that I must pay you for your services at the same hourly rate as I charge.”

“You don’t have to do that Mike.”

“I do and it can go on my expenses, but there’s more. I have to become your slave boy for an equal length of time.”

“I’d rather be your slave girl,” Judy said seriously. “I’m not very good at giving the orders.” In the end they made love and she spanked him quite gently mainly so he could tell Amanda she’d done it.

The tables were reversed when Judy asked Carol, “Can I get Mike to put some more sockets in my room please. The amount of trailing leads to the computer and all the bits that go with it, is getting to be dangerous.” This was true and even Carol had remarked on it earlier. “I can set the cost off against the computer work I’m doing for him.” It worked out well. Judy could take her time working on his computer knowing he could take his time doing the rewiring and they had longer with each other afterwards.

“Please Mistress, let me go,” Judy begged again.

Carol appeared to consider and reluctantly agree. She knew Judy preferred a real prick inside her to a dildo although she didn’t object to lesbian activities either. “I shall expect to see well chastised tits and arse when I come home and all your coursework up to date. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am. Mike will be at work all day weekdays so I’ll have plenty of time to do college work and he usually finds some excuse to spank me.”

xxxxx

 

Judy walked to Michael’s house on the Saturday morning and let herself in knowing Mike was out finishing a job. Carol and Amanda left earlier than planned because one of Carol’s relatives invited them to stop off for lunch on the way. “I’ll give him a surprise,” she smiled to herself, “I’ll make us some lunch and serve it as a slave girl. Sodden shame I’ve just started my period and have to wear knickers and a pad. It would have to come this week!” After baking a fruit pie and making sandwiches, close to noon when Mike was expected home, she went into the bedroom and removed all her clothes except for slippers and the knickers needed to keep the pad in place.

By twelve-fifteen Judy was on tender hooks in anticipation of his arrival. Hearing the key in the door she turned and knelt on the kitchen floor. Sudden panic. Mike was talking to someone. She had no time to stand or run before they entered.

“Judy!” Mike exclaimed and then recovered his composure and introduced them. “Judy, meet Ray Jolliff. We were at electrical school together and I met him in town. Ray this is my girlfriend, Judy.”

Blushing deep red, Judy would have run from the room had not Ray reached and grasped her hand as she stuttered a greeting. “Morning Judy,” Ray grinned, “Mike you dirty dog, fancy keeping a woman like this. Saves on clothes though!” Ray grinned broadly and leered at the tits displayed in front of him. “I don’t suppose you’ll be watching the football on the telly this afternoon! You quiet ones…”

Judy muttered she got away early. Mike tried to make light of the situation, “I didn’t expect you until after lunch Judy. I think you’d better put my robe on before Ray’s eyes leave their sockets.”

“That was so embarrassing Mike,” Judy smiled, she could laugh at it now Ray had left and they lay side by side in bed giggling over the episode. “I guess he’d had even more to say if he’d seen your bruised and battered arse.” Indeed the effects of the graduation caning showed very clearly and even after a week, Mike had to sit carefully. “I cried the whole time they were hitting you,” Judy admitted, “But Carol kept me on a tight leash so I couldn’t interfere.”

After a break Judy was more serious, “Sorry Mike, I guess you know why I’m wearing knickers. I only started last night and my flow is pretty heavy. Sorry, I didn’t want it to happen this week but I can’t turn it off.”

“I know. Can’t be helped. I guess I have two choices, well three really if you count abstaining. I could use your bum or I could ignore the blood. I think I may go the bloody route. Two meetings ago I had to watch Master Rex fuck a menses slave and they both seemed to enjoy it although Rex has a bit of a fetish over it and always asks to do any woman in that condition. What do you think?”

“I’m your slave, master. You make the decisions although I would suggest we put a towel under us to save washing the sheets. I’ve never done it when I’ve been flowing and Carol does not even use a dildo then. She seems put off by the sight of blood.”

With a large colorful towel now under her, Mike ordered, “Spread your legs.” A trickle of blood oozed from the shaven cunt. “Rex said the blood gave a little more lubrication so you could fuck harder and a mistress said she was always hornier during curse time so we’ll find out.” He inserted his prick and fucked deeply and hard until the pair were both groaning with arousal. All too quickly it seemed, he ejaculated and collapsed on top of her. Judy’s arms and legs clasped him there and held him tight.

“Slave girl, I do believe you are trying to hold your master prisoner.” Mike tried to sound serious but failed and they both started laughing.

“That’s right sir, your slave is not letting you go until you’re hard again and she’s climaxed even though she may be punished for it later. She can feel you haven’t gone completely soft.” To emphasize her point she tightened her grip but in doing so squeezed his buttocks and caused him to wince with pain. “Sorry Mike, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Definitely a spanking for you later my girl,” Mike grinned.

They lay quietly snogging for a time until Mike’s prick stiffened and he could perform once more. This time he took much longer and Judy came twice before the second load flooded her vagina. He looked at his messy cock. “I won’t ask you to clean it, Judy, although the slave at the meeting had to.”

“I’d better do it Mike, I’m sure there will be a time when I’m ordered to do so at a meeting. Carol’s bound to ask even though she finds it disgusting. She had to do it several times in her slave year so she will expect me to have done it too. Luckily so far, I’ve not had a period while at a meeting.” She took the messy flesh, closed her eyes and sucked it into her mouth. “Not too much difference to just sperm and juice,” she said to herself, “It’s probably only the sight of it that makes it so disgusting. It’s no worse than when I’ve been bum fucked without an enema.” Finally she sucked it and licked his balls clean. “Would you like to do me?” she asked, “You don’t have to now that you’re a master.”

“It’s okay, I’ll do it,” Mike responded, “Mandy made me do it to her quite often.”

Sunday morning after breakfast Mike said, “I promised I’d fix up a spot light over the new punishment bench in the club. Would you like to help thread the wires through so it doesn’t take so long?” Judy readily agreed. “There’ll only be us there because Mandy is away so the other members won’t be able to get the key. Only Harry the builder and I have our own keys and he shouldn’t have any reason to be there today.”

As he predicted they were the only ones there and with Judy’s help, it only took an hour to complete the job. “Drop your jeans and lay over the bench so I can check the positioning of the light… and give your arse the punishment it should have received yesterday.” Judy saw he was smiling and went along with his game.

“Oh please sir, don’t hit me too hard. I didn’t mean to hold you prisoner, not for long anyway.” Mike ordered her to lie on the bench and fastened her down with the straps. He picked a strap from the cupboard and was walking back when the door opened and Master Rex came in followed by Dianne, his slave.

“Sorry, I forgot Mandy was away until I got here and then I noticed your van. Looks like you’re about to punish Carol’s slave. Don’t let me stop you.” By then he was close enough to notice Judy’s knickers and pad. “Oh do let me screw her,” he pleaded, “You know how much I love a menstrual cunt. Punish her first though.”

“We were really only testing the light position but it is time I warmed her up a bit and of course you are welcome to use her afterwards.” Mike and Judy both knew this was expected and part of the club etiquette. “Will you be trying out the bench with slave Dianne?”

Rex nodded, ordered Dianne to undress and opened his flies so she could suck him to hardness. “She’s a well built young bitch,” Rex commented on Judy, “Lot more flesh than this thing.” He tousled Dianne’s hair affectionately.

Mike pulled Judy’s knickers down and cracked the strap across her arse harder than he would have if they been alone causing Judy to wince and buck. “Is the light okay?” he asked, “Or should I move it a little to the left?” They agreed to move it and then he resumed strapping Judy’s arse until she’d taken a dozen and tears were flowing.

“Oh it looks as though she is ready for me now,” Rex grinned as he noted the blood seeping from her slit. He plunged his prick in and fucked her slowly, savoring the squishy sensations of the bloody vagina, until he could hold back now longer and spurted inside her.

In a way Judy was glad she’d cleaned Mike the previous day because Rex immediately offered his slime coated prick to her. Knowing a refusal would immediately be followed by more punishment, Judy took it and cleaned him. Mike entered her while she performed and having already ejaculated into her bottom before breakfast, took longer and strove to give his slave a climax before he came.

“Would you mind if slave Dianne cleans me?” Mike asked Rex.

“Of course not. She’s well used to it and she’ll clean your slave too, wont you girl?” Dianne promptly answered, “Yes. Sir.”

The rest of the week was fairly routine until Friday evening. Mike was at work during the day and Judy spent the mornings in her room studying and the afternoons shopping or cleaning and cooking a meal for when Mike came home.

Mike planned to take Judy to the cinema of their last night and they were dressed ready to go when there was a knock at the door. Grandmaster Paul entered. “Good evening Master Michael,” Paul greeted them, “I hope you weren’t going out, Mistress Carol ordered me to make sure her slave girl was being properly attended to ready for her return tomorrow.”

“Sir, I have tickets for us to see ‘The Lord of the Rings’. We are both looking forward to it.”

“You can go Michael but she stays. Go and get undressed slave girl.” Paul’s manner was brusque and he smiled evilly. He expected to be obeyed without question.

“No! No! No! You can’t do this,” Judy screamed, “I won’t get undressed for you. I am not your slave. I won’t do it!” Her utter disappointment at not being allowed out erupted. Rarely did she get angry but this time she was fuming.

The outburst took Paul by surprise and his anger rose too. From his pocket he produced the usual strap. Judy fled to the bedroom and closed the door. Michael tried to plead with Paul to leave and let him deal with her but Paul would have none of that. “You think you love the bitch,” he sneered, “You are the newest master and have much to learn. She’s only a trainee slave girl. I am the Grand master and have overall power over all club members. You’ve been too soft with the slave of another. I am going to correct that. She’ll regret her outburst before the hour is out. I’ll flay the skin off her.” He strode to the bedroom door and flung it open. “Strip slave and lay on that bed. You’ll need plenty of comfort before you get to sleep tonight.”

“No!” Judy screamed at him again, “Go away! We don’t want you here spoiling everything.”

“Please leave Sir. Let me handle this before it gets worse,” Michael shouted but before he’d finished Paul rushed forward and lashed the belt across Judy’s breasts. She screamed but instead of backing away into the far corner as Paul expected she came forward, fury in her heart, and with fists flying and caught Paul with a hard punches to the face and to the stomach knocking the wind out of him. Judy used her size and weight to good effect and Carol’s exercise program had firmed her muscles so she packed a manly punch. She continued her forward rush and overbalanced attacker, knocking him to the floor. Vaguely she heard and felt Michael trying to stop any further onslaught but her pent-up anger needed an outlet. Pushing Michael into a chair, she picked up Paul and threw him across the bed and fastened his wrists to the bed head with the ties Mike had used on her earlier in the week.

Mike again tried to intervene but there was no stopping Judy. Her rage boiled. “Sit down Mike or I’ll have to tie you up too. This is a slave’s revolt.” Again Mike tried to hold her but she turned on him and sat him in the chair. Grabbing a necktie she tied his arms between the slats, immobilizing him. All the while Paul shouted abuse and threatened dire punishments at the next meeting.

“Shut up Paul,” Judy hissed as she undid his trousers and yanked them down, “I expect its been a long while since you’ve experienced the strap but whatever the consequences, you’re certainly going to feel it now.” Tying the trouser legs around his ankles she pinioned his feet and effectively stopped him kicking.

“No!” Mike yelled as she swung the strap in a wide arc and brought it fiercely down on the ageing white buttocks. They were only white for a second or two before coloring a deep red. Paul yelled. He always supplied the pain, he did not receive it. Again and again, Judy lashed the leather across his arse

“Judy stop!”

Mike voice finally got through to her brain and she looked down at the battered and bruised bum and thighs. She felt no satisfaction and knew with certainty she had ruined her chances of remaining in the club. “But do I want that?” she asked herself. Paul’s abuse had stopped and been replaced by groans and sobs. The euphoria of the power she had still didn’t completely leave her. It was necessary to keep in control of the situation until she could get Paul out of the house. “Get the cream Mike,” she ordered as she untied him. Fifteen minutes later Paul left avowing revenge if either of them set foot in the club again.

xxxxx

 

“So Judy what have you to say for yourself?” Carol asked. “I get home and there’s an answerphone message for me to go immediately to Grandmaster Paul’s house. There I find he can hardly sit and has two black eyes and bruises the size of a football on his ribs. Mike, I thought I could trust you.”

“No you didn’t Carol. That’s what caused this whole mess. You didn’t trust me otherwise you wouldn’t have told Paul to come round. We were doing fine until then. It was going to be our big date. I was taking her to the pictures for the first time. A film we both longed to see. We were all ready and about to leave when that sadist came and spoilt it all. The disappointment was worse than any thrashing. There was no need for you to check up on me.”

“What do you intend to do Carol?” Judy asked. “Are you going to throw me out?”

“Maybe… No, I don’t think that will be necessary.” She came over and kissed Judy passionately but Judy backed away. Angrily Carol reacted. “If that’s the way you want it slut, you can pack your things and go.” Carol burst into tears and prepared to leave.

“Carol,” Mike said quietly, “Don’t do anything hasty. You love Judy. I love Judy. We can work something out. Go home and think about it. Talk with Mandy. She seems to be a sort of high priestess of the club and virtually runs it. Perhaps the two of you can come up with a plan. We’ll do the same and perhaps we can all get together tomorrow afternoon and discuss it sensibly and as equals. None of this master and slave business until we decide what to do. Why not come to dinner tomorrow about six and bring Mandy?”

xxxxx

 

The atmosphere at the meal was a little strained but Mandy used her skills to keep the conversation light hearted and irrelevant to the purpose of the meeting. Finally replete and with a glass of wine each, they retired to the lounge where Mandy took charge. “Let’s get down to business. We all know why we’re here but first Carol has something to say.”

Carol spluttered a little at first but went on, “Mike, I wish to apologize for not trusting you to look after Judy properly. Asking Paul to check on you was wrong and I should have known he would wish to go further than I had intended. He’s always been a pompous, sadistic sod. With Mandy’s help I have looked at the reasons I did this and can only come up with one. Jealousy. I’m so sorry Mike and Judy. I love Judy and felt you were taking her away. I know she’s enjoyed much of her time with me and the loving we did, but I think she loves you more. Perhaps she loves men more than women. Whatever, I wanted you to hurt her badly enough for her to leave you and love me fully. I am so sorry and I hope both of you will forgive me and we can still be friends.” Tears rolled down Carol’s cheeks as she spoke.

Judy rushed to hug her. “I love Mike but I love you too but more like a big sister or girlfriend. It’s love but a different kind of love.” Mike also kissed Carol and said he was sorry too.

“Right let’s get on.” Mandy was in business mode. “I called an impromptu meeting of club members this afternoon. Of course not too many could attend at short notice but we had enough for a quorum. Grand master Paul was there and gave us his version of what happened and showed everyone his bruises and stripes on his arse. Had they been free to do so, I think many of them would have praised you Judy. Carol did her best to put your case. Paul demanded Judy be brought in a given a full body whipping. That has only ever been done once to a man who betrayed us and he was off work for nearly a month and it was a year before he fully recovered.”

“Oh God no!” Judy cried out.

“It’s okay Judy, the rest of us rejected that and it only served to heighten the hostility some members have towards Paul. They pointed out that the club has become much more sadistic lately, witness the graduation caning you had Mike. It was far more severe than any previous one. Quite a few said their slaves were refusing to come to the meetings because the chances of a real thrashing were too high. There used to be plenty of sex and spankings but now the strap or cane is used more frequently and far harder so the pleasure has gone from the meetings for many of the members. There were, of course, a few that disagreed but the majority were in Cavour of calling an extraordinary general meeting and electing a new grand master who would be charged with humanizing the club a bit more.”

“What about us? What about the work I do at the club?” Mike asked.

“It shouldn’t make any difference to your work Mike. I employ you. If I sack you then I should always fear you could leak what happens here to the press. In any case finding another who could take your place and have your knowledge of the circuits and keep our secrets would be very difficult. As to your club membership, I expect you would be banned from attending for a few meetings. Judy, again it is guesswork because it would have to be decided at a meeting, would be banned until she is eighteen and could start slave training properly, that is if she still wanted to.”

“Are you still going to throw me out Carol?” Judy asked.

Mandy answered. “Carol and I have discussed this and it would appear you have four options. One, to go back and live with Carol as her slave like you have for the past year. Carol has agreed to this and to allow you to see more of Mike. Two, to live with Mike permanently. Three, to live weekdays with Carol and be her sub. That’s like being a milder kind of slave, submitting to her and accepting a spanking as and when necessary but without the humiliation and hard strappings. From Friday night to Sunday evening you can live with Mike in whatever relationship you decide. I am sure there can be some flexibility in all these options. The fourth option is to return home. Would you like to go somewhere quiet to think about it Judy?”

Judy shook her head. “I no longer have a home to go to. My room is now Dad’s office and when I visit and stay overnight I have to have an airbed on the floor. Carol is a great, if sometimes a painful help with my work. She checks it although she has no idea of what she’s reading, and makes sure I work to the best of my ability so I am getting good results. However, especially after this week I would miss being with Mike so I guess the third option is the best providing it is flexible. There are times when I must do college work at the weekend and doing it in my room is most convenient. There are other times when I am free in the week or would like an evening out. If we can all be friends again, we should be able to work it out.” So the arrangement was agreed.

“Before we go,” Carol spoke, “To show I really am sorry for what I did, although it does seem to be working out for the best, I would like to lay myself across Mike’s lap and for him to give me a hard bare arse spanking. Next weekend Judy, I would like you to spank me. Is that okay with you?”

Of course it was. Judy and Mandy clapped in time with Mike’s smacks and Carol’s squeals until he decided her bum was sore enough and his prick felt as if it would burst inside his trousers. Mandy helped her crying friend to her feet and led her to the bedroom. At first Mike and Judy watched as Carol lay in the sixty-nine position on top of Mandy and they made love to each other. Soon Mike laid Judy naked alongside them to relieve the tension in his loins.

THE END OF CHAPTER SIX