Work Hard, Play Harder Ch. 19

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 a nineteenth and final 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. Please note, this is a mixed genre chapter with a mix of anal, lesbian and BDSM. Hopefully there is something for everyone, but I thought it was worth pointing out just in case.

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Alone again, in the privacy of her mistress' en suite bathroom, Kirsten found herself gravitating towards the toilet once more. It wasn't so much that she needed to go--Kirsten had spent plenty of time doing just that, as she relieved herself of her enema--yet still she felt she had better try just in case, especially if her next step was to be getting filled once more.

It was as she sat there, that Kirsten started to ponder about what she had been told, and what it might just mean. It wasn't so much what her mistress had said about fucking the young blonde's ass. That, much as it thrilled and scared Kirsten in equal measure, was old news. What now occupied Kirsten's mind was the idea that she might get lucky, and the suggestion that there might just be a chance of having two for the price of one.

What exactly did Claudia have in mind?

Would they both be fucking her ass?

Would it be one after the other?

Would it be both together, stretching her even wider?

All the time, as she mulled over the various connotations of that throwaway suggestion, Kirsten tossed the plug over and over in her hand. It was metal, stainless steel to be more precise, but it was so different to the one she had worn on that first meeting with Sophie.

For one, it was big, ever so big, with a shape more like a cylindrical torpedo than the traditional teardrop bulb. Kirsten tried her best to estimate its size using the length of her finger as a guide. It was no exact science, but she came up with an insertable length of about four inches and a girth of... Kirsten gasped. No... no... she must have been wrong. She measured again and came back to the same estimate. The girth wasn't so far off five inches, maybe a little less, but really not that much. Then there was the weight. Kirsten was never a good judge of weight, but it must have been a couple of hundred grams to say the least.

If that wasn't enough, something else grabbed Kirsten's attention, something which literally confused the young blonde, and that was the base of the plug. As expected, it flared out, with a narrow stem linking base to bulb. The difference though came in appearance. Where the one she had used before was jewelled, even to the point of being pretty, this one was rather plain in comparison. Yes, there was a touch of decoration in the form of a couple of rubber rings going around the edge of the base, but otherwise it was just solid metal.

It seemed this plug was all about function rather than form, more to be used than to be seen. When it came to being used, that was the other thing which confused Kirsten. In the flat end of the base, there were two holes, one dead centre and another over towards the edge. Kirsten was still pondering their meaning, when a call from downstairs broke her out of her contemplative state.

"Lunch is ready, Kirsten," Claudia called out.

Kirsten jumped up off the toilet. She hadn't needed to go, which was a relief, but that sense of relief was now overtaken by a more pressing need; a pressing need to get a move on and get back downstairs. Suddenly there was haste in her actions. Rummaging in the bathroom cabinet, Kirsten found just what she needed. The only question now, was where and how to get on with the job in hand.

The answer to that question came back in the bedroom. Kirsten carefully placed first the plug, then a large pump bottle of lube and finally a handful of tissues out atop the duvet of her mistress' bed, then settled herself down close by. She took to lying on her side, leaning forward ever so slightly with her uppermost leg raised as far as she could towards her stomach. She reached back. It was a stretch, but it would have to do.

What followed was a bit of a display of contortionism as the young blonde lubed herself up. It was a little to start with followed by a single finger up against her rosebud. She rimmed her opening. She pressed a bit firmer, willing her finger to sink inside. All the time, Kirsten was met with resistance, yet never did she give up. Kirsten went back to the bottle, applied just a little more lube to the tip of her finger, then reached back for her ass once more. She repeated the same two or three times. Finally, with a stifled gasp from the young blonde, her tightness started to wane, and she dipped that finger up inside.

It was a strange sensation. It always had been, a bit like she was pooing but all in reverse. It was strange, but somehow it was pleasureful, and Kirsten couldn't help herself but withdraw her finger, add another dash of lube, and try again... and again... and again... and the more she tried, the more she relaxed, and the more she relaxed, the more she enjoyed. It was a far cry from anything she had done before, but once again, just like earlier in the day, there was something satisfying about that feeling of a finger up her ass.

A finger was one thing, but that plug was something else, and didn't Kirsten know it. Before long, one finger, along with even more lube, had become two, squeezed up inside her tight little ass. She probed deeper. She eased the two digits apart within her opening. All the time the young blonde tried to stretch herself out, making herself feel ready for what she knew was to follow. She thought about a third finger, but the awkwardness of her position was just too much to get the angle, and Kirsten resigned herself to the obvious.

It was now or never.

Kirsten reached first for the lube, applying a large dollop of slickness to her fingers, then easing the same into her opening. The plug was next, getting a similar treatment with a copious amount of gel applied across its surface. Reaching back, she positioned the tip against her rosebud, shivering slightly at the coldness of the steel.

Kirsten held her breath.

Kirsten bit her lip as she started to work the plug.

She could feel the stretch down below as the torpedo-like bulb widened out. At first it felt fine, that feeling of fullness against her opening, but before long the stretch took on another dimension, a more uncomfortable dimension. Whatever she tried, it was to no avail. Stretch she might have done, but take this monster wasn't quite on the cards, at least not yet. Kirsten though wasn't about to give up.

A little more lube...

A little more with those two fingers, finally straining to add the third if only to mimic the girth of that mighty toy...

And then... then...

Kirsten picked up the plug once more. She positioned it against her opening and pushed.

Again, she could feel the stretch.

Again, she could feel the resistance.

This time though, the young blonde didn't stop. For a moment, she took to just rocking the plug against her opening, feeling the stretch build then release. It was as she held it there, rocking the tip in her opening, that Kirsten did something more. She added a little more pressure with each forward movement and, as she did, she rotated the plug ever so slightly.

Ever so slowly, the stretch continued...

Ever so slowly, she felt the plug widen out in her opening...

Ever so suddenly, the stretch gave way to another feeling, a feeling of satisfaction as she welcomed the plug deep into her back passage...

It was just in time. No sooner had she felt her sphincter contract around the neck of the plug, than there was a second call from downstairs, a more direct call for Kirsten to get her ass down there pretty pronto. With a quick wipe to remove any excess lube, Kirsten jumped up off the bed and instantly regretted it.

Kirsten hadn't thought too much about it when inserting the plug, but now she was standing, her mind was consumed with a different feeling, one of fullness and one of heaviness. It was only as she stood, and tried to take those first few steps, that she realised just how big the plug was, and just how awkward it was going to be to make her way downstairs, at least to make it down and keep any semblance of dignity.

Still though, still that's what she did. Her movements were slow and rather predetermined, but she made her way over to the stairs and started her descent. As she took those steps, one at a time down towards the other two women, her mind flashed back to that very first time with Claudia. Back then it had been a pair of jiggle balls in her pussy which had left the young blonde in a bit of a state, and now it was one humungous plug. All Kirsten could think was... is that what you called progress?

"Ah... Kirsten," Claudia announced, seeing her young sub heading over towards them. "Come... take a seat, and let's eat."

"Yes, Mistress... thank you, Mistress," Kirsten replied, her gaze transfixed on her mistress as she followed Claudia all the way over towards the dining table, in a repetition of what had played out the day before.

Kirsten paused for a moment next to her designated seat. She pulled the chair out, all the time wondering if she would find something affixed to its surface again this time. Much to her relief, she didn't. It was just a plain old chair, no surprises, no hidden torments, most definitely no waiting toy.

Slowly, carefully, Kirsten lowered herself down onto the wooden seat. As she did, she gasped, the sound something akin to a tiny, stifled squeal. There was no dildo affixed to the chair, so that couldn't be blamed for the young blonde's outcry. What was to blame was the sudden pressure against the base of the plug and the way it sank just a little deeper inside.

"Is everything okay, my darling?" Claudia asked.

Kirsten didn't reply. She just looked at her mistress, a look of disdain on her face.

'Really, Mistress! As if you need to ask!' Kirsten thought to herself.

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Lunch was a light affair. It wasn't so much a time for eating--for some reason nobody had much of an appetite--but more a chance for reflection.

The need for reflection was no surprise, and it was much needed, for Sophie at least. The events that morning had taken her somewhere well out of her comfort zone, and it took a little getting used to. What Sophie needed, and what she got, was the reassurance that nothing was held against her. Her time at the cabin had been a bit of an eye opener, in more ways than she had ever imagined, and top of that list was probably a certain young blonde, or more so the behaviour of that young blonde.

All Sophie could do was stare back at Kirsten, watching, listening, taking everything in. To say she was in awe of the young woman sitting opposite her was an understatement. For all Kirsten had been through, it was like the young blonde had taken everything in her stride, never flinching, never protesting, simply accepting, and gratefully receiving.

Was this for show, to make Sophie feel better? Somehow, Sophie didn't think so. There was nothing artificial in the relationship between Claudia and Kirsten. What Sophie saw between the two of them was nothing more than love, an unconventional sort of love, but love, nonetheless. It was exactly what Sophie imagined of a mistress and sub relationship. What's more, it was exactly what Sophie wanted to understand better.

Kirsten was everything Sophie wasn't.

Kirsten was much of what Sophie felt she wanted to be.

Sophie could have had so much to envy about Kirsten and the life Kirsten had, but she didn't. As she sat there, all Sophie could think about was how much she could learn from the young blonde if given the opportunity. Did she regret coming to the cabin? Not at all. Sophie's only disappointment was that the weekend seemed to be flying by, all too quickly. Before she knew it, it would be time to climb in her boss' car and head back home, immersing herself back into her normal life.

What followed was almost like Claudia could read Sophie's mind. From nowhere, Claudia tossed out the very question she had asked earlier that day, out on the balcony, as they finished off breakfast.

"So, my darling Sophie... what are we going to do with you?" Claudia asked.

For a moment, Sophie thought about what had been asked, and whether she should be answering or not. The tone suggested question rather than command, and the way Claudia looked at Sophie seemed to be looking for a response.

Sophie smiled.

"You're going to have me fuck Kirsten's pretty little ass," Sophie replied, moving her gaze from Claudia and towards Kirsten. "That is... if you still want me to fuck her ass."

This time it was Kirsten who smiled. The smile wasn't so much for the suggestion of getting her ass fucked; she was well and truly up to give that a go. The smile was more for what had been said afterwards. Yes, Kirsten had noticed the way her young charge hadn't just rushed in and tried to grab her opportunity but, instead, had asked if it was still required. The only question now was whether Kirsten should be the one replying, or whether her mistress should do the honours.

That question didn't take long to be answered.

"You bet I do," Claudia replied. "And from the smile on her face, I reckon Kirsten can't wait to get that pretty little ass of hers fucked either. Am I right, Kirsten?"

Kirsten simply nodded. She still didn't know what it would be liked to get her ass fucked, but if it was anything close to the feeling when Sophie used her finger on Kirsten's virgin rosebud, then she couldn't wait to find out.

The only one having doubts now, was Sophie.

"But... how?" Sophie asked, realising she didn't have anything much to fuck that pretty little ass with, other than her own fingers, and if the intention was to use her digits, wouldn't the ask have been to finger that pretty little ass rather than fuck it. "I don't exactly have one of those... what did you call them..."

"Strap-ons?" Claudia interrupted. "Don't you worry about that... just you come with me, my darling Sophie, and we'll soon have you looking the part."

As Claudia spoke, she stood up and walked around to where Sophie was sitting. She held out a hand and waited for her guest to take it. Then, all the time holding hands, Claudia led Sophie over towards the stairs, before heading upwards. It was with the two women halfway up that Claudia called down to Kirsten.

"Give us a few minutes, Kirsten... then come and join us... we'll be in your favourite bedroom," Claudia said.

And then they were gone.

Kirsten sat there, mulling over what had just happened and what she had just heard. Once again, the way the two women had headed off upstairs brought back memories, of the time she led Sophie upstairs the day before, and of that very first time when Kirsten herself had been led. Kirsten could see the sense of excitement in the way their guest followed her mistress and could almost imagine the way that excitement would be tinged with just a touch of trepidation.

The more she sat there and thought about it, the more Kirsten started to question herself. Was she really imagining the feeling of their guest or was Kirsten actually reflecting on her own emotions. It was one of the main reasons she kept coming back. That sense of nervous excitement never left her. Kirsten just loved the thrill of the unknown, trusting in others, hoping they'd take her back to that special place. She had felt it so many times before and, for sure, she was feeling it once more as she thought about what had just been said.

Leave it a few minutes. Well, that was an easy one, and for some reason the number seven kept coming back into Kirsten's mind, although she wasn't sure she could wait a whole seven minutes. As for her favourite bedroom, now that was a question and a half. To date, she had shared three bedrooms with her older lover, and each was special in its own way. Okay, so they weren't at the apartment in the city, which narrowed down the options, yet still the two remaining bedrooms held such pleasant memories.

Kirsten would have been hard pushed to say that one was more special than the other nor that one could really be deemed her favourite, yet, deep in her subconscious, there was only one which seemed appropriate, the one with the largest bed. It was the bed which really filled her mind; the bed she had been bound to on multiple occasions, the bed she had cum so hard atop, the bed she had allowed their guest to spend the previous night in, all alone, with nothing to do but think about being at the cabin.

Taking a punt, it was towards the guest bedroom, that Kirsten finally made her way.

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Where Claudia and Sophie had bounded up the stairs enthusiastically, Kirsten was a little more controlled in her movements. It wasn't that Kirsten wasn't enthusiastic--if truth be known she had that feeling back inside, the one which told of excitement and trepidation in equal measure, the one which had her stomach doing cartwheels such were the nerves--but more a consequence of the little extra she carried inside.

Every step was an awkward affair, providing an instant reminder of the size of the plug, and the way it filled her ass.

Every step, every movement inside, had Kirsten feeling just a little more aroused.

Every step had Kirsten imagining just what it might feel like to get her pretty little ass fucked.

By the time Kirsten reached the top of the stairs, she could hear the other two women from within the guest bedroom, despite the door being part closed. Slowly, careful not to make a sound, she crept across the landing, drawing to a halt just outside the bedroom. She held her breath, for fear of being heard and, like a peeping tom, peered in through the gap between door and frame.

'My god... what the fuck!' Kirsten thought to herself as she stood there watching attentively.

What caught Kirsten's eye first?

It had to be Sophie, standing there with her back to the door, still totally naked. As Kirsten watched, Sophie leaned forward and reached down for something on the floor. What a sight; long deliciously tanned legs, the cutest pert ass, and the smile of those lips as they came into view. Kirsten could have stood there all day admiring the view, or at least she could have if it wasn't for something else catching her eye, something rather familiar.

Whether Sophie knew she had an audience or not didn't seem to stop the young woman. If anything, she was more preoccupied with what lay on the floor in front of her than she was with the part open door. Carefully, she picked up the black leather garment and held it out in front of her.

"This way round," Sophie commented, holding the harness up with its triangular codpiece away from her.

If there was a response, it was a silent one. Kirsten, as she stood there watching, wondered if Sophie was all alone or not. Then another thought crossed her mind. If Sophie was all alone, then who was Sophie talking to? Surely, Sophie wasn't talking to herself. Or maybe--Kirsten could admit to having done the same herself--maybe Sophie's words were rhetorical, spoken by Sophie with no other purpose than for Sophie's own moral support.

"And... one foot either side... pull it up," Sophie continued, providing running commentary as she carefully stepped in to the harness before easing it up her legs like the strangest of pairs of strappy knickers. "Slip the dildo in through the front... then pull it tight."

Sophie struggled a little with the dildo, despite its slender size, and needed a couple of attempts before she located it securely through the ring at the front. The straps weren't much easier, but eventually she managed to pull those tight too, one across each hip. And there she stood, bedecked in the most beguiling of harnesses, the straps disappearing down between her legs at the front before splaying out at the back, framing her cute little ass, her newly acquired cock dangling free.

Sophie couldn't help herself but give a little shimmy of the hips. A sense of satisfaction came over the young woman as she glanced down at her new outfit and watched the rubber phallus sway in response to her every movement.

"Do I look good in it?" Sophie asked.

This time there was an answer, a most audible answer coming from somewhere fairly close.

"You look fantastic, Sophie... but you're going to look even better with that cock lubed up and up where it's meant to go," Claudia replied. "Oh... and if you don't know where that is, I'm sure Kirsten here will show you... won't you, my little sub?"

Suddenly the bedroom door flew open in front of her, and Kirsten found herself standing there, staring back not only at a smiling Sophie--no sooner had the door been opened, than Sophie had spun around excitedly--but also at her mistress. Kirsten gasped.

Had they known all along?

Had they sensed Kirsten's presence despite her best attempts to remain silent?

Even worse... had they been watching Kirsten, watching them?

What caused the gasp in the first place, was a little debatable. For sure there was the shock at being outed as she peered in from the landing, but there was something else, something which always had that effect on Kirsten. It wasn't caused so much the harness nor the strap-on dangling in front of their guest. To be honest the strap-on, and its slender girth, was a source of relief rather than shock. It was long, but for sure it wasn't going to split her open, or at least that's what Kirsten hoped.

The something else that shocked the young blonde was Claudia, or more so the outfit that Claudia was now wearing. Gone was the satin gown, with its soft free-flowing lines, that had been worn to breakfast. Instead, it was a more dominant Claudia who stood there beckoning the young blonde inside. If ever the term mistress was appropriate, bedecked as Claudia was in a black latex corset--the corset was a tight-fitting, off the shoulder number in shiny black with a series of buckles done up tightly along the front--and matching knickers, it was now.

As she stood there staring back at Claudia, a couple of questions filled Kirsten's mind. Kirsten's first though was a simple one. Had her mistress changed, or had Claudia been wearing that outfit the whole day long, hidden under the innocence of her satin gown? Kirsten's second thought was more personal. When would she get to wear her own dominant outfit, the one Claudia had bought for her on their last time together in the city?

"Be a darling, Kirsten," Claudia called out, "while I grab the lube... I reckon you'll be needing plenty if you're going to get that ass of yours fucked... why don't you get yourself ready and show Sophie just where you'd like that cock of hers to be going."

The response from the young blonde was instant. What's more, Kirsten's tone was already edged with a touch of excitement. She could feel her heart pound. She could feel her pulse race. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach. This was really happening.

"Yes, Mistress... thank you, Mistress," Kirsten replied, before adding. "Where would you like me, Sophie?"

For a moment, Sophie didn't quite know how to respond. She pondered all the possible positions, wondering quite which one would work best. In the end it was Claudia who came to Sophie's rescue.

"Remember back at your place, Sophie?" Claudia whispered. "Just like that... spreadeagled, on her front, with a pillow or two under her hips..."

"And the ropes?" Sophie interrupted.

"Not today... no need... Kirsten here's going to be a good girl... aren't you my little sub?" Claudia replied.

Kirsten didn't reply, at least not in words. No sooner had the suggestion been made, than the young blonde had climbed up on top of the bed. She grabbed a couple of pillows and placed them, one on top of the other, roughly halfway down the mattress. Then, just as requested, Kirsten lay face down, her hips right over the newly created mound.

Kirsten glanced back to make sure she was being watched. Happy she had an audience, she slowly spread both arms and legs. In a matter of seconds, she was lying there, spreadeagled on the bed, her heart pounding as she waited for their next move.

"Look at that, Sophie," Claudia added. "Look how she lays there... so patient... so obedient... so..."

"Plugged?" Sophie asked, interrupting Claudia's flow.

"I was going to say... eager," Claudia answered, "but... I guess you're right... she's just a little bit plugged as well."

Sophie smiled. It was a wry, sarcastic smile as it wasn't exactly a surprise to see a shining plug up the young blonde's ass. She'd seen the awkwardness in Kirsten's gait as she joined them for lunch. She'd heard the little gasped squeal as Kirsten sat down at the table. And now, with Kirsten lying there, legs spread wide apart, the cause of Kirsten's discomfort was quite evident. It was a plug, a shining silver plug, but it was unlike anything Sophie had seen before. Sophie couldn't help herself but stare at Kirsten, her gaze firmly fixed on the young blonde's ass and that embedded adornment.

"Go on, my darling Sophie... I'm sure Kirsten won't mind if you take a closer look," Claudia continued, her words soft and comforting. "I'll go grab that lube, and then we can think about giving my little sub just what she wants... a good fucking."

And, with that, Claudia was gone.

For a moment, Sophie just stood there, staring down at Kirsten. She wanted to... god, did she want to, but something was stopping her. Was she scared? Sophie wasn't sure, but she could feel the thumping beat of her heart deep inside. In the end, her sense of curiosity took over and Sophie found herself asking the most obvious, if slightly crass, question.

"Is it big?" Sophie asked.

It was a stupid question and, suddenly, Sophie felt a little guilty in asking it. From the size of the base alone, Sophie couldn't quite believe it was anything other than big, but there was something else that she really wanted to be asking, something more about the way it looked. That plain silver disk wasn't at all what she imagined a plug to look like. If nothing else, it was rather industrial in appearance. The more Sophie stared at Kirsten's ass, the more her mind became consumed by the strangeness of such an adornment.

When, finally, a response came from the young blonde, that also wasn't anything like what Sophie had expected.

"It's alright, Sophie," Kirsten replied, her voice soft and comforting. "Why don't you come closer... you can find out for yourself."

Sophie moved over towards the bed. She sat part way down the mattress to the side of the young blonde's outstretched legs then leaned across a little. Slowly, her hand shaking slightly, Sophie reached out towards Kirsten.

Kirsten shivered as she felt Sophie's hand caress the inside of her bare thigh.

Kirsten gasped as she felt Sophie's fingers graze against her already puffy labia.

Kirsten squirmed as she felt the toy move inside; a movement which mirrored Sophie's nervous nudge against the base of her plug.

"I'm sorry," Sophie responded, feeling she had done something wrong to have the young blonde react in that way. All she had done was run her fingers across the base, nothing more, yet still she had drawn an unexpected reaction.

"It's alright... you just caught me by surprise," Kirsten replied. "And yes... to answer your question... it's big, or more so... long... it's ok though, you can touch it."

For a moment, Sophie did nothing. Eventually though, she reached out once more. This time, there was no immediate reaction from Kirsten, no shiver, no gasp, no squirm, nothing at all to put Sophie off from being just a little more inquisitive. Sophie homed in on the plug. She was infatuated by the size of that base, running her fingers across the smooth steel, rimming the edge with its two rubber rings, homing in on the main cause of her uncertainty. In the end, Sophie couldn't help herself but ask.

"Why does it have holes in it?"

For a moment, Kirsten was stuck for a reply. She'd noticed the holes, one dead centre and the other halfway towards the rim, but she really had no idea why they were there.

"I dunno," Kirsten replied. "I really don't know."

"Don't know what, my darling?" came a question back.

It was Claudia. How long she had been standing there wasn't certain, but for sure she had been there long enough to pick up on Kirsten's statement of uncertainty.

"Why there are holes in the base of the plug," Sophie responded, beckoning Claudia over.

"What... this one in the centre..." Claudia replied, taking hold of the plug and immediately giving it a little press.

Kirsten squealed slightly as she felt the plug move inside.

"And the other by the edge," Claudia added, giving the plug a slight tug.

This time the response was more of a groan as the plug moved once more.

"Yes," Sophie responded, "the one in the centre, and the other by the edge."

As she spoke, Sophie couldn't resist repeating the actions of her boss. She gave a push and a pull to the plug, eliciting yet another squeal and groan from the young blonde.

"Can I let you into a secret?" Claudia continued, reducing her voice to a whisper yet keeping it loud enough to be heard by both Sophie and Kirsten. As she spoke, Claudia walked around the bed and crouched down at the side of Kirsten.

"If I wanted to, I could wire her up," Claudia added, making sure to lean in close to her young lover.

"Wire her up?" Sophie asked.

"Wire me up?" Kirsten repeated, suddenly unsure of where the conversation was going.

"Oh yes, my darling Kirsten," Claudia answered, running a hand through Kirsten's blonde locks. "Imagine a different kind of electricity down below... a tingle... a never-ending tingle... driving you... consuming you... can you... can you imagine it... lying there as that gentle tingle spreads out from deep within?"

Kirsten closed her eyes. Could she imagine it? Not really, yet somehow the act of trying to imagine the same, made it sound even more exciting. She was so engrossed in the idea of being wired up that she never noticed her mistress leaving her side, at least... not until...

"And then... then... imagine as I slap it up on full and you squeal as the jolt of power racks your petite little body..." Claudia added, this time her voice raised as if mimicking upping the power. It wasn't the only thing raised. Claudia raised a hand, and as she stressed the word slap, she brought said hand down firmly across Kirsten's left ass cheek.

As if on command, Kirsten squealed, such was the surprise of that impact on her bare ass. She opened her eyes and glanced back towards where her mistress was now standing, half expecting to feel a similar impact on the other cheek.

"No... no... another time maybe, but not today, my darling," Claudia continued, rubbing gently across what was starting to become a rosy-red blotch on her lover's pale skin. "Today we promised Sophie that she'd be fucking that pretty little ass of yours, so I guess we'd better get you ready to be fucked, hadn't we my little sub?"

"Yes, Mistress... thank you, Mistress," Kirsten replied, obediently as ever, excited to be getting what had been promised to her yet, at the same time, ever so slightly disappointed that she wasn't going to find out what it would be like to be... what had her mistress called it... wired up.

What followed was a moan and a groan, both coming from the spreadeagled Kirsten, both the result of her mistress' actions. The moan was a response to that plug being twisted, first one way and then the other, and the sudden feeling of movement deep inside Kirsten's ass. The groan, on the other hand, came in response to what started off as a gentle tug on the plug, a tug which became a pull, which morphed into a stretching, and culminated in leaving the young blonde feeling rather empty.

"There you go, Sophie... looks like she's all yours," Claudia added. "You won't mind if I stay and watch, will you, my darling? It's not often I get to see somebody else having fun with my little sub."

Sophie looked at her boss. She thought about saying something, then thought better of it. In the end, her only response was a nod of the head and a smile. Did she mind? To be honest, it wasn't natural to have an audience, at least not for something so personal, yet she'd already seen so much of the young blonde over the course of this weekend that the thought didn't seem so unexpected. And, after all, if anyone had a right to object, it would have been Kirsten. Kirsten though, just lay there, patiently waiting.

"Oh, and plenty of lube," Claudia added, tossing a tube of gel over towards Sophie, then settling down on an old armchair in the corner of the guest bedroom.

Once more a tiny squeal filled the bedroom. Kirsten had sort of been ready for it this time, yet still the chill took her by surprise. As she lay there, paying little attention to what was going on behind her, the first she knew of Sophie's actions was that dribble of cold hitting her right between her legs.

It was just as earlier in the day, only in reverse. Instead of hitting Kirsten's apex then trickling slowly down her slit, this time the stream of lube was aimed directly at the young blonde's anus, before finally gravity took hold and directed the flow across her sex. Kirsten couldn't be sure, and it was probably nothing more than a fervent imagination, but was that same trickle of lube seeping inside, inadvertently filling her up once more?

If at first it was her imagination, very soon after, Kirsten was left in no doubt. She felt the movement on the mattress, first to one side of her outstretched right leg, and then somewhere between the two. Kirsten didn't glance back to see what was happening. She knew what it was, or more so, who it was. More so, she knew what would be coming next.

Kirsten held her breath, braced herself, and waited for something more, something bigger, something which was really going to fill her up once more. What she got was not quite what she expected.

Sophie was taking her boss at her word, literally. She had no intention of hurting Kirsten, so if that necessitated plenty of lube, then that was exactly what Sophie was about to give. Without warning, she lined up the nozzle of the tube she was holding up against Kirsten's virgin rosebud, then gave a firm squeeze.

Kirsten squealed at the sudden inflow.

Kirsten jumped with the surprise.

If that wasn't enough of a surprise, what followed was a feeling reminiscent of that morning escapade in the playroom. What followed was a finger, Sophie's finger, first rimming the young blonde's ass, then being eased inside. Unlike earlier though, this time there was no resistance. Sophie simply dipped her finger inside and started to work the lube around what was already a rather relaxed back passage. Still though, still Sophie felt the need to work her lover a little more, to make doubly sure Kirsten was ready. It was a good couple of minutes later, with a matter of three fingers coming into play, and with Kirsten already purring softly, that Sophie uttered that very word.

"Ready?" Sophie asked.

Instead of replying, all Kirsten did was raise her hips slightly, as if positioning herself, as if signalling her intent, as if telling Sophie, she was there to be taken.

And... that was just what Sophie did.

Having given her fake cock the same treatment as her lover's ass--the dildo stood there proud, shining with lube in the afternoon light of the bedroom--Sophie switched positions once more. She moved to more of an upright kneeling position, then shuffled backwards a little, seemingly moving away from where she needed to be.

For a moment, Sophie just knelt there, staring back at her lover's ass. It felt strange. It wasn't where she would naturally have been. Sophie was so used to either being the one underneath, or on the odd occasion that she was on top, being face to face with her darling husband. This time was different, and didn't she know it... different yet exciting, all the same. Usually, she was the receiver or sometimes the taker. Now... now... she was to be the giver.

Sophie took a deep breath.

Slowly, Sophie leaned forward, switching from her kneeling stance to more of a doggy position, up on all fours, hovering above Kirsten's petite frame. Again, she paused, her cock dangling teasingly above its intended target. In that moment, she felt nervous, nervous about what she was going to do, nervous as to how her actions would be received.

Sophie wasn't the only one to be nervous.

Kirsten was nervous too. She lay there, holding her breath, her eyes closed. She had sensed the movement in the mattress, at first down between her legs, and then to each side of her petite frame. She had felt the gentle nudge of that dildo up against her ass as it swayed beneath Sophie's body. Instinctively, knowing what was about to come her way, Kirsten spread her legs just a little wider, pressed her chest firmly against the mattress and eased her ass upwards.

It was yet another open invitation, and this time there was no refusal.

Taking hold of her now slick dildo, Sophie positioned her newly gained appendage up against her lover's ass.

For a moment, Sophie held it there.

For a moment, Kirsten bit her lip. It was now or never. She was about to lose her one remaining virginity, and she felt even more nervous than ever. Her heart was pounding. Her stomach was doing cartwheels. The thought of having this thing plunge deep into her, had Kirsten stiffening ever so slightly.

It was only a moment, just a matter of seconds.

Slowly, carefully, Sophie leaned forward, pressing her fake cock against her lover's ass.

Kirsten groaned. It was an instant if momentary reaction, as she felt just a slight pressure down below. The moan soon became a gasp as pressure gave way to fullness, and she felt the dildo slide inside, just an inch or so, but most definitely into her back passage. A sense of relief washed over the young blonde; relief mixed with accomplishment. It was like... like... it was strange to feel this way, but it was like that very first time all over again, the one when you went from girl to woman.

Sophie released her grip on the strap-on. She shifted position a little, back to being on all fours above the young blonde, took a deep breath, then eased her hips forward.

Kirsten gasped.

Sophie pulled back.

Kirsten moaned.

And so, it continued. Sophie sank her strap-on into her lover's ass then pulled back once more. It was slow. It was steady. She was doing it. She was fucking Kirsten's ass just as she had been promised. Still though, still something felt just a little strange. Sophie hadn't imagined it feeling this way, to be giving, yet to feel nothing in return. All Sophie had to go on was the vocal reaction from the young blonde.

Kirsten would gasp or moan, and Sophie would go a little faster, or maybe a touch deeper.

Kirsten would groan, and Sophie would ease off.

It was very much a balancing act, listening and reacting to the carnal responses which now filled the bedroom. Before long, all Sophie could think about was making the young blonde cum. She went faster. She went deeper. She generated those same carnal responses, but the one thing she didn't get was the sense of closeness from the young blonde. No matter what Sophie did, there was a sense of consistency in the reply, a sense of enjoyment but never a sense of impending climax. When it came, the suggestion was totally unexpected.

"Room for another?" came the whispered question.

Sophie paused; her dildo pressed deep into Kirsten's back passage. For a moment, she wondered if she had heard right. In her urgency to push her lover over the edge, she'd been so preoccupied with fucking Kirsten's pretty little ass, that she hadn't been expecting any such suggestion, especially not one to join in. And then... then... what did Claudia mean by room for another? Was her boss really being serious?

Claudia was being totally serious. It was always her plan. She had even hinted towards it over lunch, and now she was about to put suggestion into action. Experience told her that Kirsten would need a little more than just a dildo up her ass if she was going to reach those heights and then come crashing down once more, and it was that little more that Claudia intended to provide.

A little more? Well, maybe not, but that was her prerogative. As Claudia watched their guest doing her best to make Kirsten cum, she had quickly changed, all the time careful not make any sound which would bring attention to what she had in mind. Now she stood there, at the side of the bed, a hand on Sophie's shoulder.

Slowly, Sophie turned her head in the direction of where Claudia was standing. She stifled a gasp as her eyes fell on her boss. The response wasn't so much a reaction to Claudia standing there, nor to the unexpected hand on her shoulder. What really surprised Sophie, or maybe shocked would have been a more apt description, was the change in appearance of her boss.

Yes, Claudia was still wearing the same dominant latex outfit, but now she sported an addition, an addition so similar to the one Sophie wore, yet altogether different. It was a strap-on, another black leather harness with its own fake phallus, but where Sophie's dildo was long and slender, this one was a hell of a lot thicker.

"I said... room for another?" Claudia repeated, running her hand down across the young woman's back before giving a squeeze at Sophie's ass.

Suddenly, Sophie panicked. Her gaze was transfixed on Claudia's strap-on and the size of the dildo which hung there. It wasn't exactly humongous, but it was damn big all the same. If her gaze was transfixed on the rubber phallus, her mind was consumed with a different thought, a thought much closer to home. Sophie had never imagined it, but was the suggestion that she was about to get her own ass fucked, and with that thing?

Had she thought about it carefully, Sophie might have realised it wasn't exactly possible, especially with the straps of her own harness running up between her legs. In that moment though, rational thought wasn't high up in her priorities. It was as she considered her own demise, that another thought filled her mind. Sophie had promised herself she was going to buy into this lifestyle, to behave just as was expected of her. She was scared. She wanted to object. Sophie knew though that she couldn't, not if she was serious about being at the cabin. She took a deep breath and mentally prepared her reply.

"Y... yes... Mistress. Th... thank... you... Mistress," Sophie responded, a nervous edge to her voice as she realised just what she was saying. "How would y... you... like... m... me... Mistress?"

"Now there's a question," Claudia replied, running her hand over Sophie's bare ass, before giving it a playful slap, teasing the young woman as to what might be on offer.

Where Claudia's original question had been quiet enough not to raise any response from Kirsten, either that or the young blonde was holding back from reacting, Sophie's actions had Kirsten wondering.

Why had the fucking stopped?

What had Claudia said to make their guest so nervous in her reply?

Where exactly did her mistress want Sophie?

Kirsten tried as best she could to crane her neck backwards and see what was going in. It wasn't so easy, not with Sophie lying over her, not that it mattered for long. Very soon, both young women realised just what was about to happen.

"I was thinking... on your back, Sophie..." Claudia replied.

In that moment, a wave of relief washed over Sophie as she realised it wasn't going to be her ass which was about to get a fucking. Then, another thought filled Sophie's mind, and suddenly a sense of excitement washed over her. If it wasn't her ass, maybe she was going to get this monster in her pussy. Maybe she had already earned her opportunity.

It wasn't quite the opportunity she had been hoping for--Sophie had her heart set on being bound to that metal frame in the playroom--but she wasn't going to miss the chance of getting fucked by something so much bigger than her darling husband's. Quick as she could, before Claudia could change her mind, Sophie pulled out of Kirsten and rolled over onto her back. As she lay there, already the thought of spreading her legs and feeling that monster sink deep inside was turning her on. There was only one problem.

"Should I take this off?" Sophie asked, moving her gaze from Claudia and down to her harness, a look of excitement in her eyes.

Much to Sophie's disappointment, the response wasn't quite the one she was hoping for.

"Oh, Sophie... I'm so sorry, did you think this was for you?" Claudia replied.

As she waited for the expected response from their young guest, Claudia moved around the bed and over towards where Kirsten still lay, obediently spreadeagled, on the bed.

"When I said room for another... I was thinking of my good little sub here, and whether she had room for another," Claudia continued, running her hand across Kirsten's naked ass. "What do you think, Kirsten... could you manage another?"

By now, Kirsten was intrigued by what was playing out around her. She rolled over a little, then glanced over towards her mistress. It was in that moment that Kirsten caught sight of the huge strap-on Claudia was sporting.

"Is that for my me, Mistress?" Kirsten asked. "Would you like to fuck my cute little ass with your huge cock also, Mistress?"

Claudia smiled. She leaned close towards her young lover and placed her lips against Kirsten's. It was a fleeting kiss and no more.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you Kirsten?" Claudia replied.

Sheepishly, Kirsten nodded.

"But I've got another idea," Claudia continued. "Now, come on my little sub... I want you up on top of Sophie, with her cock back in your ass once more... and then... then you can lie back in her arms, as I fuck that sweet pussy of yours. Let's see, my darling... let's see if you can take both of us... let's see how long you can last."

Suddenly, intrigue became excitement. With a smile on her face, Kirsten switched places. She climbed over Sophie taking up a sort of reverse cowgirl position, her ass impaled once more on that waiting dildo. There she knelt, watching as Claudia lubed up her own dildo, her larger dildo, her dildo now destined to be plunged into one place only. Whether Kirsten needed the added lube or not, was debatable. She was already wet from the ass fucking, and the idea of getting tag teamed was just adding to her state of arousal.

Kirsten watched as her mistress walked purposefully over towards the foot of the bed, that strap-on swaying menacingly in front of Claudia. It was as Claudia moved closer still that, once more, Kirsten switched positions. Slowly, carefully, Kirsten lay back against Sophie's bare frame, feeling the warmth of their young guest against her back, feeling the security of their young guest's arms as Sophie held her tight.

By now, Claudia had climbed onto the end of the mattress. She gave a simple tap against Sophie's ankle and smiled at their young guest. Sophie didn't need to be told what was expected of her. It was obvious. Slowly, all the time taking care not to dislodge her own fake phallus from Kirsten's ass, Sophie spread her legs, pulling Kirsten's apart as she went. It was as the gap widened, that Claudia shuffled forward, stopping only when her strap-on nudged gently into Kirsten's sex.

"Ready?" Claudia asked, lining up the tip of her fake cock along Kirsten's slit.

Almost in union, both young women answered in the affirmative, and as they did, Claudia leaned forward. In a single long movement, she sank her length into Kirsten's waiting pussy, once more filling the young blonde up.

Kirsten moaned, her carnal outpouring filling the bedroom. It wasn't that it was painful. After all, she'd taken her mistress' fist on a previous visit, and this dildo was nowhere near that size. It was just that... well... with her ass also filled, it felt even tighter than normal.

Kirsten had little time to get used to the feeling of having two fake cocks in her, before Claudia pulled out. Again, there was no time for Kirsten to adjust before Claudia plunged back in once more, repeating the process time after time.

Claudia pulled out and Kirsten moaned.

Claudia plunged back in, and Kirsten groaned.

If the intent hadn't been clear enough, it was soon obvious. Kirsten was getting fucked, and getting fucked hard. The size of her mistress' dildo stretched her pussy tight. The power in her mistress' thrusts had the young blonde bouncing slightly atop the second slender dildo in her ass.

Kirsten wasn't just getting fucked. She was getting fucked in both holes at the same time, and there was to be no release. As Kirsten's carnal moans intensified, Sophie's grip on the young blonde became stronger, holding her there, feeling the power in every deep thrust through the naked body of her young lover.

Kirsten never stood a chance.

With nowhere to go, all she could do was take the long strong strokes, deep into her waiting pussy, each plunge of that rubber phallus pushing her higher and higher. Already she could feel her pussy clamping down against the invading dildo trying, if possible, to stop the onslaught.

There was no stopping Claudia though. Onwards and onwards, she continued, fucking her young sub, intent on one thing only, intent on making Kirsten cum. From the way the young blonde's moans were becoming ever more strained, it was clear that she would soon be getting the outcome she so desired.

Soon was an understatement.

It had been no time at all, and Kirsten was already teetering on the edge. She had never climbed so fast, nor so high, and it was taking all her effort not to come crashing back down. She wanted more. She wanted the fucking to continue, yet deep inside Kirsten knew it was a forlorn hope.

Kirsten stiffened, holding her breath as she rode the latest wave.

Kirsten relaxed.

Kirsten prepared herself for the continued onslaught.

All the time, in her mind, Kirsten willed herself to keep going. All the time though her body was betraying her, and she knew it. The waves were increasing in number, becoming more, becoming closer, becoming larger, threatening to consume her.

Still, Claudia fucked her young sub, never relenting in her pace nor power.

Still, Sophie held on to the young blonde, her arms wrapped tightly across Kirsten's petite frame. She could sense the power in those thrusts, feeling the way the young blonde practically bounced against her naked frame. She could sense just how close the young blonde was. It was like... like... like Sophie could feel the passion in that fucking even though she wasn't the one on the receiving end, and it felt so damn good.

Still, Kirsten's moans filled the cabin.

And then... then... without warning, those moans became a squeal, a high-pitched squeal. Kirsten started to shake as the big one hit her, flooding both body and mind with pure unadulterated ecstasy. In that moment, Kirsten was floating somewhere up in heaven, unsure how she had got there, but knowing she never wanted to leave.

And then... then there was nothing, no movement, no moans, no sound other than the panted breaths of a young woman as she recovered from being taken.

It had all happened so fast.

Kirsten had climbed so high.

Kirsten had fallen so far.

And now she lay there, in Sophie's arms, her mind awash with pleasure as she tried to take in just how hard she had cum.

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

Had they been earned or not seemed irrelevant but, later that afternoon, there were even more opportunities for the two young women, these ones much closer to home.

Kirsten had changed and, finally, was given the chance to wear the outfit her mistress had bought for her. She glanced in the mirror and smiled. Dressed in a little black leather corset, zip up along the front, and a pair of matching black leather knickers, she suddenly felt the part. It was her turn to be in charge, and it was their guest's turn to either follow orders or reap the consequences. Okay, so Kirsten didn't really feel that dominant, at least not in a malicious sort of way, but she loved the image and the thought that she could switch whenever she wanted. It was a side to her character that she would have to understand, but it was a side she was up for learning more about.

Sophie on the other hand was just as naked as she had been the whole day long. She hadn't been given the privilege of changing, let alone even covering up. What she had been given was an opportunity, the one she had been told would have to be earned. If the day so far had all been about Kirsten, now the tables were turned, and it was Sophie's time to experience what the cabin had to offer.

What she had also been given was a blindfold, another blindfold. It was a habit that Sophie seemed to be getting used to; being blindfolded, being led, never quite knowing what was in store for her. There was a sense of déjà vu in the proceedings as, once again, she held onto Kirsten's hand as the two young women took the short journey from guest bedroom to playroom.

It was a short journey, yet it was a symbolic journey; symbolic of how far Sophie had come, symbolic of how much trust she put into the hands of this young blonde. She'd seen the change in Kirsten, the move from fellow submissive to potential mistress, and now Sophie's pulse was racing as she walked on behind, heading into the unknown. In that moment, Sophie felt she was starting to understand.

There was something exciting about not being in control.

There was something thrilling in not knowing.

"Wait here, Sophie," Kirsten announced. "I'll be back in a minute... don't you go anywhere... and don't you touch a thing."

The words had been said so politely, yet in her blindfolded state and with her pulse racing, they seemed so definite. Sophie wanted to reach out, to remove the blindfold, to see where she was, but she didn't. Somehow, she knew it wouldn't be the right thing to have done, yet it didn't stop her wondering. Where was she? Was it the metal frame she had wanted the day before? Was it the table where Kirsten had taken her enema just that morning?

Or... or... was it another unknown piece of apparatus, designed either to please or maybe even punish the unexpecting young woman. Suddenly that last thought filled Sophie's mind. Would she have blamed Kirsten if the young blonde did decide to punish her? After all, who was it who made the faux pas of cumming on her dildo during dinner, the faux pas which had led to Kirsten jumping in to accept a punishment on her behalf, and who was it who had administered that very enema? Maybe Sophie deserved her own comeuppance, and maybe that was just what she was going to get.

"Did you miss me?" Kirsten asked, sneaking up from somewhere behind Sophie and making her guest jump as she ran something soft down Sophie's back. "Now... remind me... what was it you said you wanted?"

For a moment, Sophie didn't say anything. She knew what she wanted, yet she also knew what was expected of her. In the end, her response was the one she had used earlier in the day.

"I wanted an opportunity... but... Kirsten, I know... an opportunity needs to be earned," Sophie explained, the calmness in her voice masking the nerves inside.

"And... have you... have you earned your opportunity?" Kirsten asked, once again running that same soft something down the length of Sophie's back.

Sophie paused as she collected her thoughts.

"I tried my best, but... Kirsten... you need to decide if I did enough to earn an opportunity," Sophie answered.

"That's a good girl," Kirsten replied. "I told Mistress you were a quick learner. I told Mistress you just needed a chance to prove how good you could be."

Sophie smiled. It was such a silly thing to say, from one adult to another, but there was something so satisfying about being deemed to be good, and even more so about being deemed to be a girl rather than a woman. It had a sort of innocence to the phrase which was such a contradiction to where she found herself.

"And what if I said you had earned an opportunity, and I was going to use these cuffs to secure you to that frame you liked so much? What would you say then, Sophie?" Kirsten asked, rattling the four sets of cuffs she held in one hand.

"I'd say... yes, Kirsten... thank you, Kirsten," Sophie replied.

"I see," Kirsten replied, "but what if I said you hadn't, and instead I was going to spank your pretty little ass with this flogger?"

A tiny squeal filled the playroom as Kirsten did just that. With the simplest of movements, she swung the flogger, that she held in her other hand, back and then brought the soft fronds down on Sophie's ass. The squeal? It wasn't that the impact was hard, nor painful. It was just that Sophie wasn't expecting it.

"I'd say... yes, Kirsten... aghhh, Kirsten... thank you, Kirsten," Sophie replied, her response punctuated by yet another squeal, this one just a little more pained, as the flogger rained down on her ass once more.

Sophie prepared herself for what was coming her way. She probably deserved the punishment and, if truth be known, there was something arousing about the idea of a flogging. She'd gotten excited back at her place when Claudia had threatened to spank her ass, and here she was having that actually happen.

If that was to be her opportunity, then Sophie was going to grin and bear it and make sure to say thank you as only a good sub would do. Imagine her surprise though, and maybe a touch of disappointment with it, when the sting of the flogger was replaced by the softness of Kirsten's hand.

"Mark my words, Sophie... on another day, I'd enjoy spanking that little ass of yours, making it nice and rosy pink... but not today," Kirsten replied. "Today I want you to feel how I felt, and then I want to ask you that same question... the one I was asked... the one I had to think about before answering... do you understand, Sophie... do you understand what I am saying?"

This time there was no hesitation. Sophie understood perfectly well.

"Yes, Kirsten... thank you, Kirsten," came an immediate reply.

"Oh, and just one thing... what don't you do, Sophie?" Kirsten asked.

"Cum, Kirsten... I don't cum without being given permission, Kirsten," Sophie replied.

"Not unless you really do want this toy of mine painting your ass red," Kirsten responded, giving one final swish of the flogger, this time more for effect than to leave any lasting impression. "Now, my girl... why don't we get you comfortable, starting with that blindfold... this time... this time I'm going to have you seeing everything that is coming your way... nothing to hide... no surprises... just you, me, and this metal frame..."

As she spoke, Kirsten reached up and removed the blindfold from around Sophie's eyes. For a moment, Sophie struggled to come to terms with the switch from darkness to light, but gradually she did, her gaze landing first on the metal frame and then on her would be mistress. Sophie smiled. It wasn't so much the frame which made Sophie smile, nor the sight of a more dominant Kirsten. What made Sophie smile was what Kirsten was holding; the bundle of cuffs in one hand and the flogger in the other.

"For me, Kirsten?" Sophie asked.

Kirsten smiled.

"How did you guess? Now, are you going to be a good girl, or do I need to give you a little encouragement?" Kirsten replied, giving the flogger a little swish in the open air as if to emphasise what little encouragement might be offered if it was so needed. It wasn't.

Moments later, and with a sense of déjà vu in her mind, Kirsten stared back at her handiwork. The last time she had seen this, it had been her in that metal frame, but now... now, the tables were turned. This time it was Sophie who stood there, her legs and arms spread wide, each secured in place with a soft Velcro cuff and short length of metal chain.

"Comfortable?" Kirsten asked, giving each of the bindings a gentle tug as if either to test their strength, or to reinforce the message to Sophie that the young woman wasn't about to be going anywhere. If she didn't know it already, Sophie was Kirsten's to do with as the young blonde wanted.

"Yes, Kirsten... thank you, Kirsten," Sophie replied.

Sophie wasn't sure whether she was answering the question which had been asked of her, or just going through the motions of responding in the way which was expected of a good sub. Was she comfortable? That would depend on how long she was going to be left to stand here for, or maybe even on just what her would be mistress had in mind for her. That said, if Sophie's level of comfort was in doubt, there was something which wasn't.

Sophie's heart pounded.

Sophie's pulse raced.

Sophie trembled with excitement as she thought about her predicament.

"What about that, Kirsten? Is that for me, too?" Sophie added, eyeing the flogger which Kirsten now nonchalantly held.

Sophie couldn't believe she had just asked that. What did it say about the young woman? It was like she was giving her would be mistress an open invitation to flog her, and from the smile on Kirsten's face Sophie wondered if that was exactly what was about to happen.

"What... this?" Sophie replied, giving the flogger another swish through the air. "Would you like to feel these soft fronds against your..."

Another swish, and this time the leather fronds landed softly over Sophie's bare breasts.

This time, having been prepared for the impact, Sophie stifled her squeal.

"Or maybe against your..."

Once again, the same, but this time lower down with those same fronds caressing Sophie's mound.

Once again, Sophie stifled her squeal.

"Is that what you want, my darling Sophie?"

"Yes, Kirsten... thank you, Kirsten," Sophie replied, before quickly correcting her statement. "If it pleases you, Kirsten."

Kirsten stood there for a moment. She had never intended to use the flogger. It was there more for effect than to serve a purpose. Now though, now she was seeing a side to their young guest which she hadn't really expected, a side which might have been interesting to explore a little. Kirsten pondered whether to change her plan or not. In the end though, she decided against it. She had made her plans, and she was going to go through with her plans, and then just like on her own first time, Kirsten was going to leave Sophie with a proposition to consider.

"Well... it doesn't," Kirsten replied.

Sophie was disappointed in herself. Was it something she had said? Was she taking liberties again with her position? She watched as Kirsten put the flogger down to one side and headed off, leaving Sophie there alone. When, finally, Kirsten returned, she was holding something quite different.

"You wanted to know what it was like... what Mistress did to me on my first time... and that's what you're going to get," Kirsten replied. "As for the flogger... maybe next time... unless you're going to be a naughty girl, Sophie... but somehow I don't think you will be... am I right... are you going to be a naughty girl?"

"Yes, Kirsten..." Sophie instantly replied.

"I mean... no, Kirsten...," Sophie quickly backtracked. "I promise to be a good girl, Kirsten... you have my..."

Sophie never got to finish her statement. Her words were drowned out by the buzz of a wand. Her mind was suddenly taken somewhere else as that very wand was brought up against her left nipple.

This time, Sophie did gasp.

This time, Kirsten smiled. Not only was she dressed the part, but she was going to have some fun too.

And so, it continued.

Left nipple...

Right nipple...

Apex...

Slit...

Kirsten was in her element, teasing their guest just as she had been teased herself on her own very first time.

A gentle touch, just a fleeting glance against those most sensitive spots...

The soft buzz of low power, those tiny vibrations making Sophie purr with delight...

A longer hold, the head pressed tightly up against Sophie's dripping slit...

A droning whine as the wand was upped onto full power, drowned out only by the cries from her captive lover...

Over and over, Kirsten worked Sophie, pushing her wannabe sub closer to climax, all the time though being careful to back off before she took it too far.

Louder and louder, Sophie continued to moan. Every time she was getting just a little nearer, teetering on the edge, before being left there... wanting... wanting to call out, wanting to ask Kirsten for just a little more. She didn't. The one thing Sophie had learnt, maybe the hard way, was that she was in no position to call the shots.

In the end Sophie's sense of desperation turned to one of disappointment as the torment came to a rather abrupt end. Oh, how she wanted to reach down and hold that wand over her sex for just a few more seconds. Even her own fingers would have had the same effect, nudging her up and over the edge. Still bound though, neither was an option. All Sophie could do was stand there, slowly drifting away from her impending climax.

Sophie stared back at Kirsten. She never said a word but, in her eyes, the plea was unmistakable. She wanted more. She wanted to cum.

Kirsten knew what it was like. She'd been in exactly this position before, left hanging on, left with a decision to make. It was no fun at the time, but boy had it been effective, and that is exactly what she had planned for their young guest. Sophie wasn't going to get what she wanted, not now. Instead, she was going to be given yet another opportunity, one it would be down to Sophie to choose whether she accepted or not.

"I could make you cum if I wanted, Sophie... but I'm not going to. I guess that disappoints, or even frustrates you," Kirsten started to explain. "It's okay, you can tell me."

Slowly, Sophie nodded. Was it fair to have taken her this close and left her there?

"If I did, what would you have learned? You told me you came to the cabin to learn, so I'm leaving you with a lesson and an offer. The lesson... I think you know... you don't choose what you get, but you gratefully accept what is given to you... the highs... the lows... the goods... the bads... the pleasurings... the punishments... even those moments when you are left unfulfilled," Kirsten continued.

Again, Sophie nodded.

"So, it would have been unfair of me to treat you any different. You will leave the cabin knowing what could have been... knowing how close you got... and knowing how far away you ended up... and... and... maybe you will decide that is enough, or maybe you'll choose to try again, to see what opportunities you earn next time."

This time, Sophie was rather intrigued by what was being said. She hung on to Kirsten's every word as if her life depended on them.

"So, I'll tell you now, what Claudia told me. She did the same. She pushed me so close and left me there, and I felt just like you do. I felt frustrated. I felt dissatisfied. I felt... that was the strangest thing, and the one I never expected. I felt desperate..."

"Desperate?" Sophie asked.

"Yes... at the time I didn't know it... but all too soon it dawned on me. Not only had she pushed me so close and left me hanging there, but she'd also opened a desire, a fascination, a desperate need for more. But... that was my choice. Nobody forced it on me, least not my mistress, and I'll not force anything on you," Kirsten continued. "What I will do though, Sophie, is leave you to think about it. Think about what you want, but let it be your decision, and let that decision come from the heart and not from your current desire for instant release. Now, come on... let's get you down from there, and then you can get yourself dressed again. I'm sure hubby will get a bit suspicious if you turn up back home dressed like that... or should I say undressed like that."

Reluctantly, Sophie allowed herself to be released from her bindings and led back to the guest bedroom. She took the opportunity to quickly shower, and then changed, making sure to wear a totally different outfit to the one she arrived in. It was as Sophie and Kirsten headed back downstairs, the visit to the cabin reaching a natural end, that Sophie asked a question of her own.

"And... what happens next?" Sophie asked.

For a moment, Kirsten paused. She hadn't really thought that far as to what happened next. In her case there was a set of jiggle balls and a suggestion that Kirsten either kept them or brought them back to the cabin. When it came to Sophie though, there was nothing like that, nothing at all. With Kirsten pondering a suitable response, it was Claudia who stepped in with a good idea.

"Ah, Sophie... and there I was, thinking I was going to have to come looking for you," Claudia chipped in, seeing their guest walk down the wooden staircase, fully dressed and carrying her weekend bag. "Time's gone so fast... did you enjoy your stay at the cabin? I hope it gave you some answers... you know... to whatever questions you had."

Sophie didn't immediately answer. She smiled as she considered her boss' last statement. For sure she had some answers, probably more than she ever expected to get. And as for those answers she didn't get, Sophie also had a good idea about them as well. Still though there was a question on her mind, or rather two questions.

The first question, Sophie kept to herself. It was the obvious one, the one which needed a decision to be made. Was this what she wanted, and would it complete the missing pieces of her personal jigsaw?

The second question, Sophie couldn't resist but ask.

"I was asking Kirsten," Sophie replied. "What happens next, and how do I let you know?"

For a moment, there was silence.

Sophie stared towards her boss, looking for an answer.

Kirsten stared towards her mistress, looking for some inspiration.

Eventually, Claudia smiled.

"Isn't it obvious?" Claudia asked.

The look on the faces of both young women suggested it wasn't quite so obvious.

"Remember the bookshop?" Claudia continued. "That's where it all started, so that's where it should end, if indeed it is to end. Let's give it a few weeks though, to give us all plenty of time to think things over. And as for how you will tell us, well... in the same way that Kirsten did that last time. Now, come on Sophie... if we don't get going, that hubby of yours will be sending out a search party."

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

Almost a month later, the three women found themselves in that same bookshop, at that same table in the back, drinking a very similar bottle of wine. It was as the wine started to run dry, that Claudia asked a very innocuous question.

"So, Sophie... was there something you wanted to tell us? Did you make your decision?"

As she asked, Claudia reached out and placed her hand on Sophie's knee. She inched the bottom of Sophie's dress up a little revealing a touch of bare thigh, then gave a gentle tap with her fingers on the inside of Sophie's leg.

Sophie smiled. She didn't rush, but she didn't hesitate either. Gracefully, she spread her legs, allowing her dress to ride up further as she did. Beneath that dress, Sophie was wearing nothing but a smile and a crystal-topped butt plug.

"I see," Claudia added. "Do you see too, my darling Kirsten?"

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

Sophie sat there, just as Kirsten had done the time before, and in that moment she felt she had her answer, and the answer was clear.

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

At the end of the afternoon, as they went their separate ways, all three of them had something on their mind, something quite different, yet something equally exciting.

For Sophie, it was the idea that there was so much to learn. Would she ever get to be like Kirsten? Sophie wasn't sure on that. What she was sure on was that at least she wanted to dip her toes into the lifestyle, to have the chance for something a little more exciting than the conventional life back home.

For Kirsten, and this really surprised the young blonde, it was like a new door had opened. She still had her mistress, and her submissive lifestyle, but now she had Sophie. IT was the thought of teaching their young guest which left Kirsten just as the good girl her mistress expected her to be.

Claudia though, was the most reflective of them all. This had been a gamble, albeit a relatively controlled gamble. Whatever ending arose, Claudia would have been happy. This particular ending though left her quite excited. What excited her most, just like when Kirsten first accepted her offer all that time ago, was the thrill of not quite knowing where this would lead.

Claudia had no idea how serious Sophie was being, and whether this was just the latest fad from her young coworker, but for sure it was going to be fun to find out. And then there was Kirsten. The change in her young lover over the course of that weekend had been something else. Seeing Kirsten both as a submissive lover, cumming so hard as she got fucked in both holes, and then in more of a dominant role, opened so many opportunities.

The possibilities were endless, but the one thing Claudia knew, and the one thing she had promised to Kirsten, was that she would make sure nothing came between her and her young lover.

The other thing Claudia had promised, this time to herself, was that she would make it up to Kirsten. After all, it wasn't exactly her young sub's fault which had led to that punishment, however fun it might have been. Making it up to Kirsten would have to wait for another time, another time at the cabin, or maybe even at her city apartment. Whichever and whenever, Mistress Claudia would make sure her young sub got the rewards she had earned.

The End