Work Hard, Play Harder Ch. 18

Copyright © May 2025 by CiaoSteve

CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Author's Notes

This is an eighteenth part to the series. Although it is self-contained from a story perspective, I would recommend you read the earlier chapters as there will be references which make more sense if you have read the earlier parts.

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Sunday morning was soon upon the trio, and with it, there was more of a relaxed atmosphere to goings on at the lakeside retreat. The three women arose well into the morning, with the sun already high in the sky and a pleasant warmth in the air. Compared to the previous tension which came with the presence of another amongst their sanctuary, this morning felt so different. Gone was the apprehension which had been so evident when Sophie first entered the cabin, replaced with what could only be called a sense of acceptance...

... acceptance of who they were.

... acceptance of where they were.

... acceptance of why they were there.

Breakfast was served out on the balcony, a mix of the usual yoghurts, fruit, and croissants, accompanied by the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. There was no hesitation at all, as all three women took a seat around the low table, not even given the state of undress of the two youngest of the gathering. Had you been a fly on the wall, you would have seen the older member of the party bedecked in a long satin dressing gown. That, though, was the only item of clothing on display, unless you counted a little black collar around Kirsten's neck as being an item of clothing.

It was so different to that first meeting the day before. Back then, both young women would have admitted to feeling anxious about their state of undress, or more so their state of undress in each other's company. Now though, now both Kirsten and Sophie sat there, in the same state of nakedness as they had retired to bed the night before, seemingly oblivious to their nudity, or more so accepting the situation they found themselves in.

For Kirsten, it was nothing new. It was part of the life she had committed herself towards. Originally, she had felt a little self-conscious about the reaction from their guest to the outfit she had been asked to wear the day before, but now... now she thought nothing about exposing herself, or at least nothing about doing it in circumstances like this.

Sophie though was just embarking on that same journey, so the idea of putting herself on show didn't come naturally. The first time had scared her, and to be honest it still worried her a little. That said, she felt so much more relaxed than she had done when she arrived at the cabin. It wasn't exactly comfortable but somehow it seemed she had gained a sense of acceptance at the idea of sitting there unclothed.

Sophie never questioned her appearance, nor that she might be seen should anyone saunter on by, following the path alongside the lake.

Sophie never questioned, but the thought did linger at the back of her mind, what would they think if they were to catch a glimpse of her?

It wasn't the only thought which lingered at the back of her mind. Sophie had many things she wanted to know, but she was also learning quickly. What had happened over dinner the night before, and in the conversations with Kirsten, had taught her one lesson already, a lesson she was forcing herself to follow. She may have wanted to know what was coming next, or even to demand the same, but quickly she had realised she was in no position to suggest, let alone even think about requesting. What would be, would be, and much as she felt nervous at the idea of not knowing, there was something just a little bit exciting in the uncertainty.

With breakfast evolving onto coffee and conversation, it was Claudia who took matters in a different direction, a direction more relevant for the day ahead.

"So, Sophie," Claudia asked. "What are we going to do with you today?"

Instantly, Sophie sprung to attention. She glanced towards Claudia, then over to Kirsten, then back to Claudia. If she had a list of questions she still wanted to ask, then this would have been top of the pile, and she so wanted to know the answer. Deep inside, she even knew what she wanted that answer to be. The difference from a day ago, was that she just sat there, attentive yet patient.

Oh yeah, Sophie had that look on her face, the one which spoke of excitement and apprehension in equal measures, but that was all.

Oh yeah, deep inside, Sophie's heart was beating faster than normal as nervous anticipation started to take control, but she restrained herself from acting on impulse.

Never did Sophie proffer a response of her own. It was the first lesson she had learned, and now all she could do was sit and wait. Already her mind was made up. She had done nothing but think about that lesson, alone in the guest bedroom, what it meant, and how she was intended to behave.

How long had it taken her to fall asleep? It must have been a good couple of hours, and all the time Sophie had stared at that bedframe, at the hooks and loops affixed to the heavy wooden frame. As she stared, she wondered; just what it would be like. Even on waking this very morning, her mind was still preoccupied with the thought of what was to come and how would it feel.

Sophie wondered if even the sleeping arrangements had been orchestrated to give her that personal time. She wasn't going to ask, but if they had, then Sophie was appreciative. She'd come to the cabin on a high, full of excitement, full of expectation, only to see her enthusiastic exuberance be knocked back a peg or two.

She'd been taken out of her comfort zone.

She'd been put on a pedestal to be observed, to be set up to fail, and fail she had done.

Still though, still she wasn't about to give up.

Sophie had thought of nothing more than coming to the cabin ever since it had been tossed into idle conversation, and she wasn't going to give up at the first hurdle, at least not without knowing. It was the knowing that she had thought about long and hard. She'd already learnt a couple of lessons the hard way, and she was sure there was much more to be uncovered.

Had it put her off?

No, not at all. If truth be known, the intent to find out was even stronger now than it had ever been. Maybe Sophie was still being a little naïve but, inside, she felt that she knew what was to be expected of her, and she was going to do her damnedest to give it a go. Only then would she know for sure, and only then would she be able to return home content in understanding just what this life had to offer, and just whether it filled those missing pieces of her most personal jigsaw.

As she sat there, watching attentively, already Sophie was preparing herself to respond as only a good sub would do--in the affirmative and with a polite thank you--whatever may be about to happen.

"Look, Kirsten... look how she hangs on to every word, obediently waiting rather than diving in. Isn't Sophie a good girl?" Claudia continued, addressing Kirsten without even looking in that direction.

Sophie glanced from Claudia to Kirsten. Both women were staring back at her as they conversed. She started to blush a little, only the darkness of her skin tone hiding the warmth within. Was it the words which had made her feel this way or was it the fact that she was back on that pedestal, back to being the centre of attention of the threesome? Whatever it was, and if truth be known it was probably a mix of the two, this time it felt different. She was there for all the right reasons rather than to be knocked back down, and it felt damn good.

"Yes, Mistress... I told you, Mistress," Kirsten replied, her gaze never moving away from Sophie as she spoke. "I told you she had the makings of a very good girl. All she needed was a little guidance, and you can see, she's trying ever so hard to learn quickly."

Sophie had to fight back a smile, trying her best to stay emotionless, trying her best not to react despite the conversation being all about her.

"What she needs now is an opportunity... a chance to show you, to put matters right," Kirsten added.

"Is that right?" Claudia replied, finally turning her attention towards the young blonde.

"And, if you don't mind me asking... what per se do you think would be a good opportunity, Kirsten?" Claudia asked.

For a moment, Kirsten paused. She knew just how she was going to reply. They'd had that conversation the night before, so the opportunity was well and truly thought through. Still though, still the young blonde didn't want to be seen to be too eager to respond.

"I don't know, Mistress... maybe something like... like what you had me do," Kirsten replied, hinting at the opportunity but never quite going into details.

Sophie just sat there. She didn't need the details. Already she could read between the lines, piecing together what had just been said, alongside the conversation from the previous day in the playroom. In her mind she could see that frame once more. In her heart she could sense the thrill of being secured to the metalwork and made to cum.

Was this the moment that Sophie should come out and just say thank you, or was that just a little premature? She hadn't actually been asked directly, had she?

In the end, Sophie couldn't help herself but to respond.

"I'd like that... I'd like an opportunity to show you how I can be a good girl," Sophie replied, staying away from being too direct with what she really wanted, yet leaving enough of a hint to hopefully guide the conversation towards that outcome.

For a moment, the balcony went quiet. Once more, all eyes were set on the newbie amongst the threesome. The newbie, or rather Sophie, just sat there, wondering if she had stepped out of line again. In the end it was Claudia who broke the silence.

"Opportunities need to be earned, my darling Sophie," Claudia said. "Do you think you've done enough yet to earn your opportunity?"

Suddenly, Sophie felt a little guilty. She hadn't really thought of it that way, just like she hadn't when she rode that dildo a little too enthusiastically. Once more, she had read two and two into the situation and made five, expecting the opportunity to be given, without really considering whether she was worthy or not.

Slowly, sheepishly, Sophie shook her head.

"I'm sorry," Sophie replied. "I shouldn't have... I mean... let me put it another way... if you feel I deserve an opportunity then it would make me happy... but... but... Claudia... Kirsten... you need to decide if I deserve an opportunity."

Claudia smiled.

"Oh... we will, my darling... we will decide, won't we, Kirsten?" Claudia replied, addressing that final question to her long-time lover.

Kirsten didn't say anything. She just nodded in agreement.

"First though," Claudia continued. "First, there's a little something else I need to take care of, and I reckon you could lend me a hand... if that is okay, Sophie?"

"Yes... of course... all you need to do is say," Sophie replied, enthusiastically. "What is it you need some help with?"

"Kirsten," Claudia replied.

"Yes, Mistress?" came a response from the young blonde.

"Oh, Kirsten... silly me... I should have made it clearer... it is you I'm needing a hand with, my little sub," Claudia explained.

"Me, Mistress?" Kirsten asked, still a little confused as to why Claudia might be needing of help.

"Well... not you exactly," Claudia replied.

As she spoke, Claudia stood up and walked over towards where Kirsten was sitting. For a moment she stood to the side of the young blonde, far enough back to be just out of eyeshot. She ran a hand through Kirsten's hair, caressing the soft locks. She ran her fingers over Kirsten's cheek, all the way down until they rested against her lover's chin. Then, with just the slightest pressure, she eased Kirsten's head around until they were facing each other.

Claudia leaned forward.

Claudia placed her lips against Kirsten's and the two women kissed.

"I'm sorry, my darling... but you did volunteer, didn't you?" Claudia asked, her tone apologetic, yet her words spoken in such a way that it was clear they were not for negotiation.

Sophie looked on, confused by what was playing out in front of her.

Kirsten though... Kirsten knew exactly what her mistress was referring to.

Slowly, Kirsten nodded.

"Why don't you tell her, Kirsten?" Claudia added, noticing the look of perplexion on the face of their guest. "Why don't you tell Sophie what it is I need help with?"

"Yes, Mistress... I will, Mistress... thank you, Mistress," Kirsten replied.

There was no hesitation from the young blonde. No sooner had she acknowledged the request from her mistress, than Kirsten was addressing Sophie.

"My punishment... Mistress would like you to help with my punishment," Kirsten continued.

Suddenly the penny dropped. Sophie thought back to the night before, to the dinner party, to riding that dildo just a little too hard. Yes, there had been talk of a punishment and, yes, Kirsten had flippantly offered to accept the punishment, but little did Sophie imagine her boss would go through with it, nor that she would be expected to help in said action.

Suddenly, the balcony was quiet once more.

Sophie contemplated what had just been said. She glanced back at Kirsten, looking for a reaction, looking for just a glimpse of emotion from the young woman. Nothing came. Kirsten sat there emotionless, as if being offered a punishment was something normal.

Sophie turned her attention towards Claudia, once more looking for some sort of response, something which would tell her what was expected. Once more, nothing came. The more she thought about it, the more Sophie knew there was only one acceptable response. Still though... still, it didn't come naturally.

In the end, it was Kirsten herself who broke the silence.

"It's alright, Sophie... I'd like it if you helped," Kirsten added. "Tell me you'll help... please tell me you will."

Sophie nodded. She really wasn't sure what she was agreeing to, yet she felt she had no alternative but to accept. Sophie wasn't the only one feeling that way. Kirsten herself had readily accepted her punishment, and the idea that their guest would have some role to play in said punishment, yet still she had no idea quite what would be coming her way. Both young women could feel the nerves building inside but, where Sophie's were a sign of apprehension, Kirsten's on the other hand were fuelled by expectation, excitement and just a touch of desire.

"Fantastic... then that's sorted," Claudia replied, returning to her chair, and nonchalantly pouring herself another cup of coffee as if the preceding events were just run of the mill for the average Sunday morning.

"Actually... Claudia... or should I say, Mistress... what's sorted?" Sophie asked, the awkwardness of not knowing becoming overbearing. "What exactly would you like me to help with?"

For a moment there was silence. It was Kirsten once more who broke the quiet, with yet another note of encouragement.

"Yes... Mistress... I'm sure Sophie would love to know what you had in mind... what you'd have her helping with... so, do tell... do let her know..." Kirsten chipped in, her ask using Sophie as an excuse but intended to get the answer she was longing to know. Would it be that chair again? Would she be bound securely to the wooden frame, with Sophie keeping the young blonde on edge?

'God, yeah, that could be fun,' Kirsten thought to herself, glancing over towards the naked Sophie and imagining their guest wielding some sort of toy, holding it oh so tightly up against her pussy. Just the thought of the same was starting to get the young blonde aroused.

When finally, an answer was provided, it was given with that same air of nonchalance which had come with the rest of the morning. Claudia simply sat there, tossing suggestions idly out across the balcony as she downed the rest of her coffee.

"First, let me say something..." Claudia started, turning towards Kirsten.

"My little sub... do remember, this was Sophie's punishment, but you offered to accept it on her behalf... and... well... I told you how much she loves the idea of having things up inside her pretty little ass," Claudia continued.

Kirsten nodded. It wasn't a secret. It was one of the things Kirsten and her mistress had discussed prior to inviting Sophie over, not that Kirsten was about to admit to it.

"Well... I thought... what would be better than to do just that... you know... to give her something to stick up her backside," Claudia added, turning to face Sophie, yet still addressing her commentary towards Kirsten. "And then... then, we'd see if she squeals like a little piggy as she gets her cute little ass fucked..." Claudia added. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Sophie?"

Sophie suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She wasn't uncomfortable at the statement. It had been one of her desires to be taken up the ass, and she had so nearly achieved the same previously with her boss. What made her uncomfortable was the idea of such sordid details being shared so flippantly out into the open.

"I said... you'd like that, wouldn't you, Sophie?" Claudia repeated.

Sheepishly, Sophie nodded her head.

"I'm sorry... what was that you said? I didn't hear you clearly," Claudia added.

"Y... yes," Sophie responded. "Yes..."

"Yes, what?" came the question.

"Yes... yes, I'd like to get my cute little ass fucked," Sophie replied, mimicking Claudia's precise words.

"Well... that's too bad," Claudia replied. "I guess if you'd been a good girl, I might have considered it, but naughty girls aren't in any position to choose... so, my darling, Sophie... here's the deal..."

Suddenly, Sophie was much more attentive. A deal? A way to get what she wanted?

"You see this little ass over here?" Claudia asked, pointing Sophie in the direction of Kirsten, before turning her own gaze back to the young blonde.

"Now... come on, Kirsten... be a good sub and show our guest your pretty little ass," Claudia continued, beckoning Kirsten to get up from her chair.

Much to Sophie's amazement, there was no hesitation from the young blonde. No sooner had the suggestion been made than Kirsten was up on her feet. Knowing all eyes were on her, Kirsten didn't stop there. She turned her back on the two other women, spread her feet apart slightly then, slowly, leaned forward, all the way as if reaching out for her toes. She never did touch her toes. Instead, Kirsten brought her hands back, placed one on each side of her ass, and spread her cheeks apart.

"Now... as I was saying... you see this pretty little ass?" Claudia continued.

Sophie nodded.

"Well, what if I was to say that you were going to fuck it good before the day is out, and then... then... well, then we'll let Kirsten here decide if you've earned your reward. How does that sound?"

The reply didn't come from Sophie. Instead, it was Kirsten who reacted. She managed to stifle the gasp of surprise as those words sank in, but suddenly she felt just a little insecure.

What struck the young blonde first?

Was it the idea of being punished?

Or was it more the idea of her ass being the focus of such punishment?

Or was it not knowing just what it would feel like to be taken that way?

Kirsten had thought nothing at the idea of bending over and flashing both pussy and ass back at the other two women. She had no adverse reaction at the suggestion of sticking what she assumed would be another plug up inside her ass; they took a little getting used to but weren't so bad. The idea though of getting fucked up her back passage was something else, something for others, something she had never imagined happening to her.

That said, Kirsten knew her position. It was a command rather than a question, and she knew immediately what she was expected to say.

"Yes, Mistress... thank you, Mistress," Kirsten responded, her heart pounding fast as she contemplated just what she had agreed to.

Kirsten wasn't the only one who couldn't quite believe what they had heard. Sophie didn't react. She simply sat there, staring at Kirsten's puckered rosebud. Punishment? God no, this wasn't punishment, well... not exactly. If the tables were turned, Sophie would have gladly accepted having her ass fucked and would have seen it as reward rather than punishment.

The irony of the situation though was that Sophie wasn't the one being asked, nor would she be the recipient of such pleasure. That, in itself, was a surreal kind of punishment, to give yet not to receive, to watch yet not to feel. It was disappointing enough yet, at the same time, giving would be new. It would be an experience, and maybe she would enjoy the giving just as much as the receiving. There was only one way to find out, and this time Sophie wasn't going to show too much of her usual hesitation.

"Do you want me to do it now? Up here? On the balcony?" Sophie asked.

Kirsten held her breath. That was something else she hadn't banked upon. It was one thing to get fucked in her virgin ass, but it was something quite different to do it out in the open, up here on the balcony. Even if she managed to keep out of sight, what if anyone passing by heard them, or rather her. What if this punishment ended up being more like a show, a most explicit, personal show, a show for an unseen audience. She could feel her heart pound even faster inside as she waited for a response from her mistress. Imagine the relief when it wasn't simply a confirmation of what Sophie had just suggested.

"Now that's an interesting idea," Claudia replied, "and on another day I might take you right up on the offer... but... I think you're forgetting something, aren't you?"

"I am?" Sophie asked.

'She is?' Kirsten thought to herself, trying to work out quite what could have been missed.

"Well... for one, you're gonna need something to fuck her with," Claudia answered.

Kirsten didn't make a sound, but inside she was sort of relieved at the suggestion. A dildo... they were talking about some sort of dildo, maybe attached to one of those strap-on contraptions.

"And... that cute little ass is gonna need a little preparation, don't you think?" Claudia continued.

Again, Kirsten felt just a little more secure. Yes, she'd been there before. A little lube, a little relaxation, and then slide it in. All she could hope was that Claudia wasn't going to be picking one of the monster dildos she had in the playroom, but there again, Kirsten trusted in her mistress. Somehow, Kirsten started to think that this punishment might not be so bad after all.

"Now... come on, Sophie... let's find what we need," Claudia added, standing up and beckoning towards her guest. It was as the two women headed away from the balcony that Claudia tossed a further comment back in Kirsten's direction. "Oh... you can stand up again, Kirsten... and if you need to, I'd suggest now is a good time to use the bathroom."

Seconds later, Kirsten was alone on the balcony. She'd watched as her mistress and their guest had gone back inside, through the open door to the guest bedroom. For a moment she just stood there, unable to do anything but think about her predicament. The idea of using the bathroom hadn't been a suggestion. It had been an order, an order which seemed to make everything just a little more real.

"Oh, and Kirsten... don't be too long," came Claudia's voice from somewhere inside. "You wouldn't want us to have to come looking for you, would you my little sub?"

'Shit!' Kirsten thought to herself, metaphorically laughing at the irony of the profanity which had just filled her mind.

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With Kirsten off to do her business, Claudia led Sophie through the guest bedroom and into the playroom.

"Where are we going?" Sophie asked.

"You'll see," came the reply.

Sophie could see. She could see that metal frame; the one Kirsten had teased her with the day before. As they drew closer, Sophie felt her pulse start to race. Inside she so hoped they would be stopping there. They didn't. Claudia walked right past the metal frame, with Sophie in tow. When finally, they did stop, it was in front of a rather strangely designed chest of drawers.

It may have been a chest, but it was nothing like the sort you may choose to furnish your bedroom. It was more... what was the word? Sophie pondered for a while, searching for the most apt of descriptions. In the end it was a trio of words which she mulled over in her mind; functional, industrial, maybe even clinical. Whatever the adjective might have been, it was a chest, that was for sure. It had drawers; three small blue-fronted drawers sat above three larger cupboards. That though was where the similarity ended.

The frame was metal, thick sturdy white metal. The top was covered in a thick layer of padding, a slightly darker shade of blue than the drawer fronts. It wasn't just the top which was covered. Bizarrely, the padding seemed to run halfway down the side of the chest closest to where Sophie was standing, and she hazarded a guess it did similar on the other end as well. As she stared at the unusual item of furniture, already Sophie was pondering just what it had to do with Kirsten's punishment. All became clear very soon.

"Come on then... you get one end, I'll get the other, and we'll have this ready before Kirsten gets here," Claudia suggested.

"Which end should I take?" Sophie asked.

"You take the feet... the shorter one... I'll take the head," Claudia replied. "It's easy. There's a latch to release... lift it up until it's horizontal, and you should feel it click into position."

Still uncertain in what she was doing, Claudia simply followed orders. She moved to the end of the chest with the shorter padded flap. It was around half the height of the chest and just as wide but, instead of being a solid rectangle of padding, a U-shaped section had been cut out from the lower edge.

Sophie fumbled for a while before releasing the latch which held it in place. Slowly, carefully, she lifted the flap up. It wasn't as easy as she imagined. The flap was heavy, and progress wasn't exactly helped by a large metal supporting arm underneath which moved as she lifted. Eventually, she had the flap up as far as the top of the chest, and with a final pull she heard the click.

Releasing her grip, she gave the flap a nudge from above. It was secure. Before long, so was the other flap, at what had been described as the head end of the chest. This one though was not exactly level with the top of the chest. Claudia had taken it further, all the way until the padded flap--this one was a solid rectangle of padding--sat at a shallow upwards angle to the rest of the chest.

"Here... take these," Claudia continued, opening one of the cupboards and removing a pair of attachments from inside. "They clip in, one on each side, at the feet end. Can I leave them with you, while I get the rest of what we need?"

"Of course, but what else do we need?" Sophie responded, taking hold of what could only be described as two metal legs, each topped off in soft rubber.

There was no reply from Claudia. As Sophie glanced across, already her host was heading out of the playroom carrying an oversize bowl under her arm. Still confused by the bowl, and whatever else they may be needing, Sophie turned her attention to those legs. They clipped in quite easily, finishing off the transformation.

Suddenly one thing had become well and truly clear. This wasn't a chest at all. It was a table. It was the sort of table more usually found in a doctor's surgery and, with the attachments securely in place--they were nothing more than a pair of stirrups--it was a particular kind of doctor who sprung to mind, a most intimate kind of doctor.

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By the time Kirsten headed into the playroom--she had gone via the guest bedroom and, finding it empty, assumed that the playroom was where the others must be--everything was in place... well, almost everything.

The table was ready.

There was a plastic sheet on the floor at the feet end.

That large bowl, this time filled, was sitting on a stool to one side, close enough to easily access, yet far enough away not to become the focus of attention.

All that was missing was a certain young blonde. Missing? Kirsten wasn't exactly missing. She was walking right towards them, her eyes transfixed on Claudia and Sophie, or more so on the unexpected contraption sitting between the two women. She hadn't seen this one before, at least not that she could remember but, somehow, she suspected she would be getting to know it very well indeed.

"Ah... my darling Kirsten... perfect timing," Claudia addressed her young lover.

Kirsten didn't answer. She practically ignored her mistress and their guest. All she could think about was the strange looking table in front of her. She didn't really need to ask--the intention was obvious--yet still she couldn't help herself.

"Is that for me, Mistress?" Kirsten asked.

Claudia didn't need to respond. The smile on her face alone, gave Kirsten all the confirmation she required. The way Claudia patted the tabletop went one step further, leaving Kirsten in no doubts as to what was expected of her, or more so where she was expected to be.

Kirsten moved closer to the table. Slowly, Kirsten ran her hand across the soft padded covering, all the way from the feet, and those stirrups, up to where the head end started to rise. Her pulse was racing. Her breaths were fast and shallow, as she stared at what had been laid out in front of her. It wasn't that it scared her. It was just... well... it wasn't exactly the way she had expected to be getting her ass fucked.

Kirsten looked towards her mistress. She didn't say anything, yet, in her eyes, the ask was clear, and when it came the answer was clearer still.

"That's it, my darling... climb up and make yourself comfortable," Claudia answered the unspoken question, her voice soft and comforting. "There's a step around the other side if you need it."

Kirsten looked once more at the table. It wasn't so high, yet she wasn't so tall either. The tabletop was around her waist height, so the easy, or maybe the ladylike, option would have been to use that step. When though had Kirsten opted for the easy option? More so, when had she acted like a lady? Those days were long gone, and she had only one person to thank for that... her mistress along with her own all-consuming desire to be used, used like the submissive little slut she had become since meeting her mistress.

Turning her back on the table, Kirsten inched backwards, all the way until she could feel the metal frame pressing against her naked ass. She placed her hands on the edge of the table. Then, with a half jump and a half push, she propelled herself upwards, using nothing more than the strength in her arms to leverage herself up onto the edge of the table. A shuffle followed, making sure she was securely sitting on the top, before Kirsten did exactly what had been asked of her, and made herself comfortable.

Once again, there was no hesitancy. Kirsten simply lifted one leg up, swivelled around at the hip, and placed her foot down more or less in the middle of the tabletop. For a second or two she paused. She didn't show it but, oh yes, Kirsten knew exactly what she was doing. She didn't need to look, to know where the gaze of the other two women would be. It was like she could feel their eyes burning down on her naked pussy, and deep inside it made her even more excited. It was only a second or two, and then Kirsten followed suit, lifting the other leg across. Strangely enough, as she shuffled around on the tabletop, then lay back, all Kirsten could think about were comparisons...

... how soft this table was compared to the one she had climbed atop the night before.

... how secure it felt to lie there watching everything going on around you, compared to being blindfolded and left in the dark.

... how... how... Kirsten couldn't quite work out what it was, but something about her comfort seemed at odds with the idea she was about to get punished... she was still thinking about the same, when Claudia asked her that most obvious of questions.

"Comfortable?" Claudia asked.

"Yes, Mistress... very comfortable, Mistress," Kirsten replied, smiling back at Claudia.

What followed wasn't quite the response Kirsten was expecting.

"Don't worry... we can soon put a stop to that," Claudia responded.

Claudia's voice was still so soft and comforting, yet the words, as they sank in, were like tiny little daggers, setting the young blonde on edge. What had she meant by not worrying? What had she meant by putting a stop to that? Was there a significance in the way she had qualified the statement with the word... soon?

"Now, shuffle down a little more," Claudia continued. "I want your ass right at the end of the table, and I guess you've already worked out where your feet are going, haven't you my little sub?"

Kirsten didn't question. No sooner had she been asked, than she was shuffling down the table, all the way until her ass rested over the feet end of the padding and that U-shaped cutout. She glanced at the stirrups. They had been positioned pointing a little outwards from the table, so she would have no option but to splay her legs wide, and that was exactly what the young blonde did.

Kirsten lifted first one leg, and then the other, resting a foot in each of the stirrups. Did it feel any less comfortable? Not exactly. If there was any sense of discomfort, it was more from the way she was exposing herself to all and sundry than it was the position on the table--Kirsten sensed that may change if she was made to lie like this for an eternity--but Kirsten was adept now at putting her own nakedness to the back of her mind.

"Like this, Mistress?" Kirsten asked, a beaming smile on her face as she waited for the expected compliment to come back her way.

"Yes... yes... like that... like the good girl that you are," Claudia replied.

As she spoke, and before Kirsten had any chance to react, Claudia quickly secured her lover's feet into the stirrups with a couple of lengths of Velcro.

"There... can't have you falling out and hurting yourself, can we?" Claudia continued. "Now, do I need to do the same to those hands as well, or do you promise me you'll behave yourself?"

"I promise... I promise, Mistress," Kirsten replied.

"Good... now, shall we begin?" Claudia asked, sliding her hand down along her lover's left leg, all the way until she was running her fingers across Kirsten's mound.

Kirsten didn't respond, at least, not verbally. She jumped at the very first touch against her inner thigh. She gasped at the caress across her mound. Despite the distractions though, what consumed the young blonde was what her mistress had just said, or to be precise, the very last word Claudia had used. Shall we begin? It was innocuous enough yet, suddenly, Kirsten was a bundle of nerves. Okay, so she did her best not to show it, but inside her mind was obsessed with that idea, of beginning.

Tentatively, Kirsten nodded her head.

"Come, Sophie... come on over here," Claudia continued, breaking their guest out of her transfixed state of wonderment. "You said you'd help... and you can start by giving me a number between one and ten."

"Errm... I dunno... seven... maybe seven... yes... seven," Sophie replied, utterly confused as to what a number had to do with things.

"Good choice... she'll like that," Claudia responded, moving away and rummaging in one of the drawers at the side of the table. "What do you think, Kirsten... do you think you'll like seven?"

By now, it wasn't just Sophie who was confused. Kirsten was bewildered by what had just been asked of her. What was she meant to respond? After all, five was her lucky number, not seven. Should she object and offer a different digit? There again, Kirsten knew better than to object to anything. Objecting just tended to make matters worse.

Kirsten could hear her mistress rummaging in the drawer to her side. She tried her best to lean as far over as she could, to try and get a glance of what was going on, but it was too far out of eyeshot. She heard a clunk, a heavy, plastic-sounding clunk, and suddenly Kirsten's mind went into overdrive.

'Seven... seven...' Kirsten thought to herself, tossing the number around in her mind.

Kirsten glanced at her mistress.

Kirsten glanced over towards Sophie, their guest now standing between her outstretched legs, close enough to reach out and touch the young blonde. Something was missing. Kirsten knew what was going to happen to her. Her mistress had alluded to the same out on the balcony. Kirsten was about to get her ass fucked. And... that was it. She was going to get fucked, not fingered, not eaten, not even vibed, but with what? Nowhere was there a cock, or any useful equivalent, in sight.

So, was that it? Was seven a reference to said instrument of punishment? Already, Kirsten was letting her imagination run riot. What did it mean? Did dildos come in sizes, and was a seven large or small? Was it the length, in which case seven inches was easily manageable, or was it the girth? Kirsten shuddered at the idea of a seven-inch girth. It would have been massive. It would have practically split her open for all she knew.

"Here... start with this... you know how to use it," Claudia called out, tossing something over to where Sophie was standing.

Kirsten breathed a sigh of relief. She'd half expected to see the most humungous of rubber phalluses being thrown across the table, but it was nothing more than a bottle of lube. Her sigh of relief soon became an audible gasp. It wasn't just a bottle of lube. It was a bottle of cold lube, and now it was being drizzled over her slit, the slick liquid slowly dribbling down towards her pretty little rosebud.

A second gasp followed soon after the first. Once more the cause of such outburst was a touch down below, but this time it was the touch of fingers, Sophie's fingers, drawing soft circles across Kirsten's tender folds.

Kirsten purred softly.

"You like that, don't you?" Sophie asked, starting to work just a little firmer over Kirsten's sex.

"Mmmm... that's so... so... good," Kirsten replied, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.

A single thought filled the young blonde's mind. If this was her punishment, maybe she'd have to be naughty more often.

A single thought filled Sophie's mind also, the thought of pushing Kirsten all the way, of making her captive lover cum. Sophie knew that it couldn't be, yet, still, there was such fun in playing a little. Sophie continued to rub, all the time moving a little lower.

Kirsten continued to moan out softly. Already her outer labia were puffy and swollen, such was the arousal building inside. She felt them ease apart, and gasped each time that Sophie's fingers dipped inside, catching her slick tender innermost folds. Kirsten waited for that moment, the one when she felt the pressure build against her opening, the one when she succumbed and invited her tormentor deep inside. It never came, or at least what did come wasn't quite where Kirsten expected it to be.

"Oooh!!! Sophie!!!" Kirsten exclaimed, tensing slightly as she felt the touch, not against her pussy opening, but somewhere just a little lower.

Kirsten didn't open her eyes. The touch had been unexpected, but not unpleasant. In fact, there was something quite enjoyable about the way Sophie drew those same small circles over her puckered rosebud.

'I could kind of get used to this,' Kirsten thought to herself as she started to relax once more.

The relaxation didn't last for long. Slowly, and without warning, what had been a most enjoyable rimming of Kirsten's anus became something else, something more... Kirsten didn't know how to describe the feeling. With all the lube, she was slick, so it wasn't exactly painful. It was just... well... different.

Unexpectedly, Sophie was enjoying the moment more than she had expected to. Unlike the night before, when she had been so hesitant to go down on the young blond, despite everything being laid out on the table for her, today it was a more adventurous Sophie who toyed with her restrained lover. She hadn't waited to be asked. She'd been tossed the bottle of lube and told to use it, and that's just what she was doing... using it.

What's more, she'd been told she was going to fuck that little ass before the day was out, and the more she teased at her lover's opening, the more the urge to sink inside grew ever stronger. In her mind, Sophie longed to be the one secured to the table, the recipient of such torment, but if that wasn't to be, the least she could do was put her utmost into showing Kirsten a good time. After all, they had said Sophie had to earn her opportunity, and she was so going to show them just how good a girl she could be.

With a sense of excitement building inside, Sophie placed the tip of a finger against the tight little opening. Then, slowly, applying just as much pressure as she needed to, but no more, she pushed against the puckered rosebud. It was this unexpected attention which drew yet another gasped squeal from the young blonde, as Kirsten tightened up again.

"Shhh... try and relax... I'll go slowly," Sophie whispered, holding her finger still as she brought her other hand into play. With no intention other than for it to be a distraction, Sophie rubbed against her lover's apex, focusing in on Kirsten's hidden clit. The response was immediate. She could see the way Kirsten started to relax once more. She could hear the quickening of her lover's breathing. She could sense...

This time Sophie pushed a little firmer, twisting her digit slightly as she went. This time Sophie felt the give, followed by the tightness, as she slid the tip inside. She didn't go too far, just enough to nestle her fingertip inside Kirsten's opening. And there she stopped, both down below and with the stimulation of her lover's clit.

For a moment Sophie just stood there, gazing down at her hand, her stare fixed on that finger and the way it disappeared inside. Then, slowly, with more of a circular motion, Sophie started to move her finger, working the tight sphincter just a little, sensing the way that initial tightness started to ease under her touch. A sense of satisfaction came over Sophie as she realised just what she'd done. This wasn't exactly her comfort zone, yet she had gone one step further than she could ever have imagined, and still the urge was there to continue.

Sophie wasn't the only one feeling that sense of satisfaction. Claudia hadn't said anything, but she had stood there watching for the last few minutes. She'd tossed the lube over with an open invitation to use it, but never had she imagined her usually reserved colleague would go this far, at least not without a little encouragement.

It was a shame to stop proceedings, but that's exactly what Claudia would have to do. After all, this was meant to be both a punishment, and a lesson for their young guest. Sometime later, Claudia promised herself to make it up to Kirsten, but for now she would have to do what she had planned to do. Her little sub was going to get her ass fucked, that was for sure, but not right away. First, there was a little matter of a punishment to be administered.

"That's a good girl, Sophie," Claudia replied. "Look what you've done..."

For a moment, Sophie froze. She still had her finger inside her lover's ass but no longer was she making any movement. Sophie couldn't quite make up her mind whether the good girl comment was a compliment, or whether it was sarcastically setting her up for a fall.

What had Sophie done?

Wasn't it what Claudia had wanted Sophie to do?

Slowly, tentatively, Sophie turned towards her boss. It was then that she laid her eyes on what Claudia was holding. Sophie stifled a gasp; one more of shock than surprise. She had expected to see some sort of vibrator, or dildo, or maybe even a plug. She expected to see something to fuck the young blonde with.

What Sophie saw though was something quite different. In her hand, Claudia was holding what could only be described as a massively oversized syringe, or at least the body of a syringe, minus any sort of needle. Suddenly, it didn't seem to matter what Sophie had done. All Sophie could think about was what her boss was about to do.

"I mean... look at the way she lies there... so relaxed... a smile on her face as you work her pretty little ass... it's going to make it so much easier you know," Claudia continued.

As she spoke, Claudia walked over towards Sophie. The two women kissed, a fleeting gentle caress. Claudia pulled herself in close and whispered to her guest.

"You did great, by the way... and now... now you're going to help punish my little sub..." Claudia whispered, her words intended for one person only.

As she whispered her orders, Claudia took a soft grip on Sophie's hand, and eased it towards her, intentionally pulling Sophie's finger out of the young blonde's ass. She passed across the empty syringe and took it upon herself to pick up where Sophie had left off, rubbing gently at Kirsten's sex, intent on keeping her sub occupied by the pleasures down below, for now, at least.

"And, as you punish her, I want you to remember... it should be you lying there... it should be you being punished. I hope you understand. I hope you understand what you did wrong, and that you learn from your mistake," Claudia continued.

Sophie nodded.

"I do, Claudia... I realise what I did was wrong... and I won't do it again... I promise," Sophie whispered back.

"So, what are you going to do about it?" Claudia asked, her voice still whispered.

All the time that the two women had been deep in whispered conversation, Claudia had been toying with Kirsten. She teased the young blonde's pussy, dipping the tip of a finger in and out, but no more. She rimmed the young blonde's back passage but never went as far as to probe for an opening. And... all the time Claudia toyed... the more relaxed Kirsten became.

"I... I'm going to help you," Sophie whispered back. "I'm going to help you punish your little sub, and all the time I'm going to think it should be me being punished."

"Good girl... now, go on... go fill it up... around one fifty will do," Claudia commanded, pointing Sophie in the direction of the large bowl. "Don't worry... it's only water with a little salt added."

She wasn't sure if she really wanted to be doing this, but Sophie knew she didn't really have an option. It wasn't exactly that she was scared. It was more that... well... it would have been so much more exciting if she had been the one lying there, receiving rather than giving. That said, she had made a promise, and she wasn't going to break that promise.

By the time Sophie returned, with the syringe about three quarters full, she was shaking a little with nerves. This just wasn't her, and once again she was nervous about doing it wrong. She felt that she'd only just got to know Kirsten, to start to build a more personal relationship, and here she was, at risk of breaking down all she had built.

What would Kirsten think? Would she blame Sophie for everything, for the night before, for the punishment she was about to receive?

"Squeeze the air out first," Claudia whispered, her words audible only to Sophie. As she spoke, Claudia moved out of the way, putting an end to the playful stimulation of Kirsten's sex, leaving the young blonde waiting.

Sophie stood there, holding the syringe upright. She watched as her boss walked around the table, finally crouching down towards the side of Kirsten.

"Good girl, Sophie... go slowly... it's only a little one, so she should take it easily," Claudia responded, this time her voice just a little louder than it needed to be, her intent to make sure that she had grabbed Kirsten's attention, her words chosen to be as vague as possible yet still to reassure her young lover. Oh, how she loved the element of surprise.

Kirsten had been listening attentively and thought nothing about what had just been said. In her mind, she'd reckoned on a 'little one' as being the smallest of dildos. In her mind, she couldn't wait to feel it slide up inside her ass.

If truth be known Kirsten had felt a little empty from the moment Sophie had removed her finger. The rimming was nice, but nothing like having a finger up inside. Sensing movement--first was the withdrawal of those fingers, followed by what seemed to be a positioning of bodies between her outstretched legs--Kirsten held her breath and waited.

By now, Sophie was breathing deeply, trying as best she could to hide the nerves. She glanced down at Kirsten's tiny rosebud then back at the syringe. What was it her boss had said, something about the air? Carefully, Sophie pushed the plunger. It was a bit on the stiff side, and before she knew it a small jet of liquid sprayed out.

It was only a little, just a tiny stream of liquid arching its way forward, but it was enough.

Suddenly, Kirsten had her eyes wide open.

Suddenly, Kirsten was staring back at Sophie, or more so at the object in Sophie's hand.

Sophie waited for the inevitable, expecting a reaction from Kirsten. What sort of reaction, Sophie didn't know. If it was her lying there, it would have been an element of shock, followed most likely by denial, and finally protestation. What she got though was something quite different. Sophie couldn't believe it, but the only reaction from the young blonde was a simple smile. It was like... like... like Kirsten didn't mind what was coming her way, like she was simply going to accept her situation.

Sophie glanced towards Claudia, looking for some guidance. A nod of the head was all she got but, with that nod, the message was clear. Slowly, Sophie brought the syringe down, positioning the nozzle up against Kirsten's rosebud.

Time seemed to stop, everything happening in somewhat slow motion.

Sophie eased the syringe forward and watched as the nozzle disappeared up inside.

Sophie pushed and the plunger started to move.

Slowly, oh so slowly, the contents of that syringe disappeared, the only indication of where being a gasped squeal from the young blonde atop the table.

"That wasn't so bad, was it, Kirsten?" Claudia responded, running her hand through Kirsten's blonde locks. "Now, are you going to count for me, like a good little girl?"

"Count, Mistress?" Kirsten replied, slightly confused at the relevance of the question.

"Oh yes, my darling. Don't you remember? I asked Sophie to choose a number, and that's what she did. Come on Sophie... why don't you remind Kirsten what number you chose."

Suddenly all eyes were on Sophie. As she stood there, the now empty syringe still pressed into Kirsten's ass, Sophie felt a little guilty. The penny had dropped and all she could do was question herself. Why? Why? Why hadn't she chosen a smaller number? Why hadn't she chosen one, or at most, two?

"I'm sorry, Kirsten," Sophie finally responded. "Seven... I chose... seven."

For a moment there was silence. Sophie waited for the verbal abuse she deserved. She withdrew the syringe, closed her eyes, and held her breath. Would she have blamed Kirsten? Not at all. It had been Sophie, or rather Sophie's actions, which had led the young blonde to being punished in the first place. If that wasn't enough, it was Sophie's actions, or rather choice of number, which had defined the severity of said punishment. In her mind, all Sophie could think about was the maths. Seven at one hundred and fifty millilitres, was something like... Sophie stifled a gasp. Was it even possible?

"One, Mistress," Kirsten responded. "Please, Mistress... please can I have another?"

"Go on, Sophie... you heard the young woman," Claudia replied.

And... so it continued.

Sophie filled the syringe.

Sophie emptied the syringe.

Kirsten counted.

"Two, Mistress."

"Three, Mistress."

By three, the responses from Kirsten were just a little pained as the volume started to take its toll. Still though, Sophie did what was expected of her and added another to what was starting to become a bit of a swollen belly. Kirsten groaned before announcing the count.

"Four, Mistress."

This time, Sophie paused. She didn't move straight over to the now half empty bowl, filling up her weapon of torture once more. It was one thing to punish the young blonde, but to see her apparently in pain like this, and then to intentionally inflict more, didn't sit comfortably. Sophie was worried... worried for Kirsten... worried for the relationship she had started to cherish.

"One more please, Sophie," Kirsten added, sensing the hesitation and trying her best to smile back at their guest despite her obvious discomfort.

It wasn't so bad. Kirsten felt full, quite full, but otherwise it was just the cramps. They came and then they went, but they were manageable, and she had asked to be punished, so she had better see the punishment through. The one thing Kirsten didn't, and wouldn't ever, was hold her torment against their guest. Sophie wasn't to know, and Sophie shouldn't have been put into this position either, where she was the giver of such torment. Once again, her mistress was being mean, maybe too mean.

This time Sophie was slower than ever, in filling up the syringe once more, in positioning it at Kirsten's opening, in depressing the plunger.

Her every movement was hesitant and tentative.

Her every movement was met with a moaned response.

Her every movement made Sophie even more guilty.

"Five, Mistress," Kirsten responded. "Thank you, Sophie," she added as if to demonstrate both that she was okay, and that there were no hard feelings.

As Sophie pulled the syringe back out, for the first time, a tiny trickle of liquid left Kirsten's ass, dripping down onto plastic sheet which lined the floor. It was the first indication of just how full Kirsten was.

Sophie stood there, staring down at Kirsten. She wasn't sure how accurate she had been in filling up the syringe, but by now there must have been the best part of three quarters of a litre up inside the young blonde. What was more, the signs were quite visible, the moans, the pained expression, the seemingly distended abdomen. If Kirsten was finding it hard to take, Sophie was equally finding it hard to give. Once more, Sophie didn't head off to fill the syringe up. Instead, she turned to face Claudia. With a sense of regret in her voice, Sophie admitted her failing.

"I can't," Sophie announced. "I can't do it anymore. I'm sorry. I'm so... sorry."

The response couldn't have been further from what Sophie expected.

"That's alright, Sophie. You've been a good girl, and I know it is difficult. I think you've learned your lesson though and, trust me, next time I won't be accepting anybody else taking what should rightfully be yours. I hope you understand that, Sophie," Claudia replied.

Sophie nodded.

"You're in charge of your own actions, so if you cross the line, you have nobody else to blame, and you make sure to take whatever is coming your way. I hope you understand that, as it's a fundamental rule to being here at the cabin, to this life, to becoming a sub," Claudia added.

Again, Sophie nodded.

"And in return, you will know that your mistress will always have your back... trust me on that one. Now, come on my girl... give me the syringe, and you go comfort young Kirsten. I'm sure she could do with someone to take her mind away from her current predicament," Claudia continued.

"Thank you," Sophie responded, handing over the syringe. "Thank you, Mistress."

"Oh, my darling Sophie... it is Kirsten you need to be saying thank you to, and it is Kirsten you would need to be calling mistress... that is, if she accepts you as her sub," Claudia replied. "So, if I were you, I'd be heading over there and showing some love."

Sophie didn't need to be asked twice. In a matter of seconds, she was at the side of the young blonde, rubbing gently at Kirsten's stomach, trying her best to soothe away the pains she had created.

"I'm sorry, Kirsten," Sophie whispered. "I didn't mean to--"

"Kiss me," Kirsten interrupted. "I'd like it if you kissed me."

Sophie didn't hesitate. She leaned across and placed her lips against Kirsten's. The two women kissed. It was no fleeting kiss. Their lips melded together in the most passionate of embraces, broken only by a further set of pained moans, and the utterance once more of a certain blonde.

"Six, Mistress," Kirsten added.

The seventh wasn't so far behind, nor was the expected round of gratitude. By now, Kirsten was feeling it hard, not that she was going to let on to her situation, nor was she going to complain. No matter how much Sophie tried to soothe her, the discomfort was constant. The cramps had morphed into a sense of desperation. She was struggling to hold it all inside, and if she didn't go soon, she'd be giving some sort of fountain show right across the playroom.

Luckily for Kirsten, Claudia could read the situation.

"I think she'll need a little help, Sophie," Claudia announced.

It was a kind of déjà vu moment. The last time Sophie had been asked to help, she had ended up inflicting this punishment on Kirsten. What now might she be asked to help with, and would it bring even more distress for the young blonde?

"Come on, Sophie... you release one foot, I'll do the other... then let's help her down before she explodes," Claudia added, reaching up for the Velcro over one of the stirrups.

"And... take it easy, Kirsten," Claudia continued, this time addressing her young sub. "You're gonna be stiff, and you're holding a good litre. Think you can make it to the bathroom?"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress," came the expected reply as Kirsten was helped down from the table.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

As they watched Kirsten quickly waddle off towards the bathroom, the remaining two women quickly cleared up, then headed downstairs. It was in the kitchen, as they busied themselves with the less exciting task of making lunch, that Sophie found herself unable to resist asking another question, or rather, taking on what she had learnt to date, asking for permission to ask another question.

"Claudia... can I ask you something?" Sophie asked.

"Of course, Sophie," came the reply. "What would you like to know?"

"I guess... well two things..." Sophie started, before pausing for a moment to think through not what she wanted to ask but how she wanted to ask it. "I want to know... would you have done that to me?"

"What... punished you like I punished Kirsten?" Claudia replied.

Sophie nodded. Was she fishing for a response? Did she want to know whether the whole event was just for show or whether she would have been the one lying there had Kirsten not stepped in? Or was it more fundamental than that, and was Sophie looking for a confirmation that it could have been her?

"I told you, Sophie... when you're here there are rules to follow, and if you break them, you can expect to be punished... so, if you want to know if I'd have filled you up just like we filled young Kirsten up... you bet I would... guest or no guest, the rules are there to be obeyed, and don't even think that they wouldn't apply to you just because I'm your boss," Claudia explained. "Does that give you an answer, Sophie?"

"It does... thank you... I understand," Sophie replied.

"Well... make sure you do, because if you choose to come back, then I reckon Kirsten won't be so ready to cover your ass," Claudia quipped. "Now, was there another question?"

For a moment, Sophie paused.

"Errm... yes... how did you know?" Sophie asked.

"Know what?" Claudia asked.

"When to stop? How did you know when to stop without hurting Kirsten? I chose seven, but I had no idea what I was choosing. What if seven was too many? What if I'd made you hurt your lover?"

Claudia wrapped her arm around Sophie and pulled her in close for a second.

"Trust, my darling... it all comes down to trust. She trusts in me, and I trust in her. It is the other thing you will learn. For all the good times and the few bad ones, the one thing which will always be there is trust," Claudia added. "Just like I'm trusting in you to finish off lunch before Kirsten joins us."

"Yes... yes... I understand," Sophie responded, returning to what she had been doing. "But, how would you know?"

"Oh, that's easy... Kirsten has a safe word, and I know she will use it. As I say, she trusts in me, and I trust in her. Without that, this life could never exist," Claudia added.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

It was a good half hour before Kirsten made an appearance again. By now the discomfort was gone, yet the memory of her first punishment enema would stick in her mind for some time to come. It was different, quite different but, if truth be known, it hadn't been as bad as it might have been, and for sure she placed no blame on anybody.

Kirsten found the others downstairs in the kitchen. How long had she been, first in the playroom and then the bathroom? Kirsten had sort of lost count, of time that was, but given that lunch was being prepared, it must have been quite a while.

"Ah Kirsten, I bet that feels better, doesn't it, my darling?" Claudia announced, embracing her still naked sub. "Now, you take a seat and let us rustle up a little food... you must be pretty empty by now."

Kirsten gave a wry smile. That joke wasn't exactly one for laughing at.

"Oh... I'm sorry Kirsten... I nearly forgot. This is for you," Claudia added, passing over a brown paper bag.

Kirsten didn't have to look inside to know what it was. She'd been given a similar bag before and recognised the outline of the contents. It was a plug. Kirsten was pretty sure it was a plug. That said, this one felt just a little different. It seemed to be both longer and heavier. Unable to resist, Kirsten tipped the contents out into her hand. With a smile on her face, Kirsten stared back at her mistress.

'Maybe that's a seven,' Kirsten thought to herself as she held onto a silver plug, a large, long silver plug.

Claudia smiled back.

"Well... we did promise you that Sophie would be fucking that cute little ass of yours before the end of the day, didn't we?" Claudia continued. "Now... be a good girl and off you go... oh, and if you're lucky I might just decide to join her. I know you like that, don't you my darling... you like it when you have both of us... you know, two for the price of one."

"Yes, Mistress... thank you, Mistress," Kirsten replied, bounding off back towards the bathroom.

To be continued