Archive-name: Samesex/emily-03.txt
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Archive-title: Emily's Strange Tale - 3


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"What the fuck is this!"  Abby screams slapping the girl's face again.  "You
let that PIG mark you!"

Emily used her hands to cover her face as she cried and begged. "Pleaseee!
Abby Pleaseeee!  I couldn't help it.  He had me so excited that he was doing
it before I realized it.  Pleaseeee don't be upset.  I'm sorry.  I'm so
sorry."

"Not as sorry as you're going to be.  Now turn over!"  Abby demanded sternly
as she pulled at Emily's shoulder.

With Emily laying on her stomach crying into the pillow, Abby quickly reached
under the corner of the bed and brought out a leather wrist cuff.  The cuff
was attached to the corner-post of the massive headboard of the bed.  Taking
Emily's right arm she pulled the girl's wrist to the cuff locking it.  After
cuffing the left wrist, she slapped Emily's ass with her open palm ordering
her harshly.  "Raise up you little nypho slut bitch.  I want to put these
pillows under you."

Emily used her knees and dutifully obeyed as she again pleaded "Pleassee
darling don't.  It won't happen again."

Abby stuffed the pillows under the sobbing girl's hips and stomach.  Then she
went to the foot of the bed where she spread the bound girl's legs wide apart
before attaching cuffs to her ankles.  She chuckled to herself as she stood
and watched Emily clench her buttocks in a vain attempt to make her ass a
smaller target.

Reaching down Abby opened a large antique oak trunk, rummaging around inside
she pulled out a black razor strap.  Letting the trunk lid slam shut she held
the leather strip up with both hands.

Emily still crying and begging was peering over her shoulder trying to focus
her tear filled eyes on what Abby had in her hands.  There were things in that
chest that she was deathly afraid to have applied to her body.  Some of Abby's
punishment and discipline toys could really hurt and do serious damage if
applied to harshly.  She knew Abby loved her and would never do anything to
damage or permanently scar her.  She was always fearful of being disfigure
while being whipped, she couldn't help it.  It was something that always
flooded her mind just before a session began.

Abby raised the strap up to shoulder height then swung it downward with her
right arm, it landed with a loud crack on Emily's right thigh.

Pain exploded inside the girl's head and she screamed out and jerked upward in
her bonds.

In a flash Abby was around the bed and had her hand clamped over the girl's
mouth.  As she continued to struggle Abby calmly ask, "Do I have to gag you?"

Emily frantically shook her head no.  She hated gags, especially the one that
was shaped like a man's penis.  Their toy box only contained two of the
devices.  She remembered the day Abby brought it home.

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Abby had purchased the cock gag as a joke telling her: "It's for those times
when I miss and hit your delicious little puss instead of your inner thigh's.
With this filling your sweet mouth the neighbors won't call the police," she
had laughed.

Making Emily hold and feel the hard black rubber device she continued.

"I don't think I'll have to use it often, darling.  You should certainly know
I seldom miss what I aim for.  Besides I only punish and discipline you
because I love you.  By spanking and punishing you I show you how much I care
about you.  Now let's see how this black monster fits?"

Taking the gag she tapped Emily's pouting lips with it's fat black head.
Playfully Abby commanded.  "Open wide and I'll ease it in so that we can
properly adjust the straps."

Closing her eyes, Emily's lips trembled and quivered.  Meekly her sensuous
lips slowly parted and she opens her mouth wide.

Abby smiles at her lover submission.  Carefully she inserts the gag letting it
slide along the girl's tongue making sure she does not choke.  Giggling she
request "Now say Ah for the nice lady doctor."

Emily is frozen with fear.  Breathing heavily through her nose Emily she is
relieved went the rubber head did not touch the back of her throat.  At first
she was apprehensive and almost panic stricken until she realized the shaft
was not choking her.  It merely fill her mouth and made speaking impossible.

Abby quickly tightened and adjusted the head straps then eased the saliva
soaked phallus from her mouth.  Seeing the fright in the girl's eyes she
quickly kissed her saying.  "This tiny black dick is a joke darling.  The only
thing I want to stuff down you throat is my tongue."  She then French kiss
Emily taking her breath away.

The penis gag had been in the chest with the rest of their toys ever since
that day and was never mentioned again.

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Emily was now terrified that Abby would choose the penis gag.

Keeping her hand in place Abby stared into the girl pleading blue eyes then
spoke.  "As you wish but if you scream too loudly I will silence you and
double your punishment.  You have been warned now!  Do you want to reconsider
the gag?"

Again Emily shook her head no.  She did not want to be gagged nor did she want
the neighbors or anyone to know that her lover was whipping her for letting a
male put a hickey on her.  It was humiliating and shameful enough that she
submitted herself to Abby but to have someone know of her submission.  It
would be too much, she would just die of embarrassment, she thought.  She told
herself she would groan, beg and plead but not scream.  She never wanted to
have that black cock in her mouth again and a real flesh and blood penis
was out the question.  Abby could cut off her clitoris and sew up her slit but
she would rather die than perform orally for a male.

Abby drew her tear soaked hand away cautiously expecting to hear more
pleading.  The young girl did not speak but a shudder passed down her body
from head to toe.  Abby traced her quivering lips with her finger tip then
commanded.  "Kiss the razor strap and ask me to give you the punishment that
you deserve."  Abby brought the three inch wide black strap to within an inch
of Emily's still trembling lips.

Straining her neck forward Emily's lips touched the supple leather.  Looking
up at her lover she took a deep breath then spoke rapidly in one long breath.
"I very humbly beg you pardon for allowing a male to mark me and I promise
you....."

A pair of stinging slaps to the ass interrupted her:  "That's not the only
reason you're being disciplined.  You were going to conceal your little
passion mark from me.  You purposely left that little episode out when you
described how that man fucked you.  Now begin again.  Ask for forgiveness and
your punishment like the good little girl I've trained you to be."

Chocking back her sobs Emily docilely resumed:  "I beg your pardon for
allowing a male to mark me and for not tell you and showing you immediately
upon my return home... and ... and... I going to submit with gratitude and
docility to the discipline which I justly deserve.  Please darling punish me
as severely as you think best.  I pray that I learn from this correction.  I
will never try to conceal or hide anything from you ever again.  Please punish
me now!"  Having uttered what she hoped was appropriate she burst out with a
plea for mercy.  "Oh, darling, take pity on me, don't be to severe ....  I was
going to show and tell you about the hickey, I swear."

Abby stood and picked up the strap lying next to the tear streaked face.
Bending down she kiss Emily's damp cheek then moved down and brushed her lips
over the twin hillock's of white flesh.  The skin of Emily thigh was tinged a
faint shade of pink from the earlier stroke of the strap.  But the skin on her
buttocks was a creamy snowy white and unblemished, the swats from her hand
having already faded.  To Abby, Emily was most appealing and sexy when she had
tears in her eyes and welts on bottom.

Straighting up Abby could feel her nipples harden at the thoughts of what was
about to happen.  Her clit was tingling and her pussy lips were starting to
swell and separate with her growing excitement.  Soon those beautiful full
buttocks would be bright red and burning with painful stripes and welts.  As
would be the backs of her thighs and especially the tender sensitive inner
thighs.  Emily would learn, you hide absolutely nothing!

Emily's bottom twitching in terrified anticipation of the first stroke of her
whipping.  She had secretly wished for this a few minutes ago but now that it
was a reality it was a different matter.  She told herself this is what she
deserves and if she submitted it would prove her love for Abby and not a man.

Abby brought the strap down with considerable strength across the naked globes
of Emily's delectable rounded butt.  The lash marked the snowy white cheeks
with a bright red splotch.  Abby's clit grew as her slit started to glisten
with her sweet nectar.

Emily mouth open wide but she suppressed her overwhelming desire to scream.
Instead she arched up pulling at her bonds then flattened herself back to the
bed and piteously groaned: "Ohhh it hurts so, pardon, pardon.  I'll never do
it again ... never again ... Ohh have mercy. ... Ouuuuuueeeee!!!  Ouuuuuueeee
Arrrrch Ohhh!"

Within minutes Emily's ass and thighs were fiery red and welts crisscrossed
the once creamy smooth skin.  Her ass was dancing all around as her hips
weaved and gyrated in every direction her bonds would allow.  Her face was now
buried in the pillow and only the muffled shrieks of anguish and pleas for
leniency could be heard above the sound of leather meeting naked flesh.  Her
buttocks would clench and unclench as the lashes landed.

Abby noticed that Emily's dainty pink pucker anus, open and closed with each
spasm of pain.  "Yes!!" Abby thought to herself "her bunghole is cute, quite
pretty really and yet so dainty and small.  Emily will definitely undergo Anal
Training starting tomorrow she decided."

She could just picture Emily down on all fours, her thighs slightly spread and
her hands holding her own ass cheeks widely apart. She would be obediently
begging for anal intercourse from her Mistress.  She remember seeing a rectal
section in one of those porno shops on Second Avenue last month.  If anyone
would have the equipment for Emily's Anal Training, they would.  She would go
and see what they had.

As her pussy contracted and quivered with a mini orgasm she knew she wanted to
feel Emily's lips and velvet tongue paying homage to own nether region again.
The feeling of a tongue pushing past her sphincter and into her anal canal had
been highly sensual and erotic.

The heat that the strap was producing in Emily's ass was affecting her tits
and cunt.  Her nipples were now erect, her pussy was flooded with her juices
and her clitoris was ready to explode.  Her internal muscles were contracting
on the tampon deep inside her.  It was if the tampon was a man's dick or the
dildo that she and Abby loved to use on each other.  She was on the verge of
orgasm when Abby suddenly stopped whipping her.  Squirming and wriggling
around she tried desperately to achieve the climax she was so close too.

Abby also could tell that the girl was aroused sexually but she knew that if
Emily orgasmed the lesson she wanted to convey could be lost in the ecstasy
and bliss of cumming.  Yes she would mark Emily but not with a hickey.  She
wanted her love to freely consent to wear her marks.  Perhaps a tattoo or body
piercing, she had seen pictures showing gold rings piercing nipples and vagina
lips in magazines.  But first pregnancy then even more intensive training for
her lover.  She now wanted their relationship to go far beyond just having
Emily as her submissive lesbian mate.  She wanted Emily to be her slave.  A
slave who would obey her every whim.  It would take time.  She knew that Emily
was naturally submissive and already deeply in love with her.  She wanted to
test the girl's submissive limits and her own ability to total dominate
someone.  With the right approach and patience training Emily would eagerly
obey any command no matter how shameful or humiliating it was.  Her pregnancy
would be the start of this new dimension for their relationship.

Bringing the strap down one last time Abby aimed between the jutting
bottomcheeks for the pink-lipped orifice framed by the silken thatch of golden
pubic hair.  The last stroke was to be directly on Emily's pussy.  That would
show her to whom she belonged.

At having her pussy hit Emily was unable to control herself any longer.  She
shrieked and screamed at the top of her lungs while trying to break her
restraining bonds.  Intense shock register itself in her consciousness as she
desperately tried to clamp her thighs shut as indescribable searing pain swept
through her cunt.  Weeping tearfully, Emily somehow found her voice and
implored her lover.  "NO!  No!  Not there!  Pleaseeeeee ...  Not My Puss ...
I can't take it.  Ohhhh!  It HURTS!  IT HURTS SO MUCH!  ANYWHERE BUT THERE!"

Tossing the razor strap onto the closed chest Abby announced: "I'm going out!
While I'm gone I want you to meditate on why you were whipped, I'll be back
later to untie you.  But first kiss my hand and thank me for taking the time
and trouble to disciple you."

Sobbing uncontrollably, Emily repeatedly kissed the hand presented to her.

While the girl continued to sob and kiss her hand, Abby admonished her in a
soft voice saying.  "Hush!  Hush now, it's all over.  I forgive and pardon
you.  I know you want let it happen again.  I love you my darling that why I
punish you, because I love you.  You love me to don't you?"

"YES! YES!  Abby I do" she whimpered.

Abby gently kiss her forehead saying "That's why you submit to me isn't it
my baby."

Emily could only nod her head as she continued to sob.  Abby caressed and
fondled the girl's silken tresses until she was could speak again.
Sniffling Emily began to slowly mumbled.  "I thank you for the trouble you
have taken in whipping me."  With tears trickling from her eyes again Emily
sobbed out begging.  "Darling don't go, I want to show you how much I love
you.  I will hide nothing from you ever again.  PLEASEEEE STAY,  I need you
to hold me!"

Draping a  blanket over the still bound and naked Emily, Abby put on a pair of
jeans and a man's flannel shirt.  Pulling on her suede boots, she went to the
closet for her black leather coat.  She stopped at the door and looked back at
the softly sobbing figure on the bed.  Turned off the lights she spoke softly
saying.  "I'll be back soon and we'll talk."  A moment later the front door of
the apartment could be heard closing.

Emily continued to cry softly in the darkened room after Abby left.  Her ass
and the backs of her thighs still radiating heat.  It was a prickly burning
heat that she wanted to sooth away with her hands.  What bothered her the most
was not the anguish she felt in her abused welted buttocks and thighs but her
cunt.  Her pussy throbbed with pain yet her clit was erect, still tingling
with aroused excitement.  She want to CUM; to reach a climax but how?  She was
still securely restrained.  At first she frantically tried to stimulate
herself to orgasm by grinding and rotating her pelvis and hips into the
pillows stuffed beneath her.  She tried rubbing her stiff nipples against the
rough texture of the bed spread.  She contracted her cunt muscles squeezing
the tampon.  Nothing seemed to working.

Frustrated at not achieving her goal of sexual release, Emily began to
struggle against her bonds.  She hoped to slip her hand from the cuffs which
held her.  Panting and exhausted she gave up trying to free herself.  Slowly
she resigned herself that she would not be permitted to reach an orgasm until
Abby allowed it.  She went limp sobbing and whimpering "Abby, Oh Abby my love,
I wish you were here.  I would show you how much I love you.  I will do
anything to prove my love, just ask and I will obey instantly without
question.  Anything darling!  Anything at all, as long as you love me.  I am
yours Abby darling.  I will be whatever you want me to be.  I love you Abby.
I love you, I DO!  I DO!"

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Abby was relieved when no cops pounced on her when she opened the apartment
door to leave.  She was frighted that one of the neighbors might have called
the police, Emily last scream had been ear shattering.

She should have insisted on the gag but then she would not have heard the
begging and pleading which she loved.  The quiver in Emily's voice and her
shrieks and pleas were music to her ears just like her tears were a joy to
see.  Disciplining and punishing the girl always aroused her and made her hot
and horny.  Knowing that she was the one who decorated that lovely body with
stripes and welts inevitably made her nipples swell to hard little points and
her pussy slick and wet with desire.

Shaking her head Abby mutter to herself.  "Something has to be done."  Slave
Training Emily in the apartment could land her behind bars, and with the baby
where would they put everything?  Moving wouldn't fix the problem.  There
could be nosy inquisitive do-gooder neighbors who could report her to the
authorities.  Building or buying were the only solutions.

They could easily afford to build or buy a house.  She had invested most of
her salary and the income from her trust-fund.  Her portfolio of stocks, bonds
and securities was now worth in excess of three hundred and fifty thousand.
Yes, buying a house would fit her plans perfectly.

A secluded house would give her the privacy and the room she would need for
dominating her lover so completely.  A house with a large unfinished basement
would be ideal.  The basement could be made into an almost soundproof
punishment-training chamber.  It could be decorated and equipped with bondage
and S/M paraphernalia.  The instruments of pain and pleasure, Abby had always
dreamed and fantasized of having and using on a willing slave.

The house could be an added reward for getting pregnant.  She had already told
Emily that she could quit her job as soon as a  medical doctor pronounced her
with child.  Having her own home would make Emily deliriously happy and all
the more enthusiastic and eager to bear her a child.

Starting the car Abby headed toward Second Avenue, if a man wanted to fuck her
baby's ass before he impregnated her, so be it.  She had taken Emily's
maidenhead with her strap on dildo.  Now she would be the one to take her
little darling anal cherry too.  The thoughts of her fucking that tight firm
ass was making her panties moist.  She could have kicked herself for not
getting into this ass and anal stuff a lot sooner.  It had just never occurred
to her that buttock's and rectum's were such erogenous places.   She could see
all sort's of possibilities for her and Emily in this area for the future.

She would stretch and enlarge Emily nether hole over the coming days until she
was at her next fertile peak.  Then send her out again.  This time ready for
butt-fucking if necessary in order to get her pregnant and ready for
enslavement into the world of Dominance and Submission.

She also wanted to see just how servile, humble and obedient Emily would
become in regard to her pink pucker anus and bottom-cheeks.  Their ass playing
early made her realize just how sensitive her own ass was.  She was not sure
she wanted to be sodomized herself but it was something she might consider
someday.  If Emily could be made to commit this ultimate act of intimacy could
she live out another fantasy and piss on her or better yet make the girl drink
her urine?  Abby didn't know if her dominate nature would allow her to go that
far but she was optimistic and hopeful that she had what it would take.

Abby gripped the steering wheel tightly as she realized she was panting for
breath and that her body had begun to shiver.  Dropping a hand between her
thighs she cupped her crotch and tried to massage and stroke her pulsating
clitoris through her jeans and panties.  The mere pressure of her fingers down
there triggered her climax.  She had cum just thinking of what she was going
to do to Emily.

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