Naughty Pussies

Naughty Pussies

                                                by slavegirl

    Chapter V

Two Plus Two Equals Three

The success of their first party in the renovated Victorian house was celebrated at dinner Sunday night. Since Charles, Tom and Larry had provided innovative B&D equipment, they were invited to join the festivities. The men left for a couple hours and returned showered, shaved and carrying a case of champagne. For the occasion Samantha prepared spiced duck with pears and lemon tarts.

At the appointed hour everyone gathered at the table: Peaches on a leash held by Charles, Dawn, with hands cuffed behind her back, stood beside Larry, Amber on her knees next to Tom. Daphne and Yvette took seats at either end of the table with Samantha beside Daphne. Candi poured champagne in flutes at each place setting and in Peaches’ bowl on the floor.

Samantha raised her glass. “To us. May we host many more very successful parties.”

“Here, here,” came the response from around the table.

Yvette stood up. “Last night was truly memorable for me because Mistress Key asked me to consider becoming a professional Dom.” All eyes were on Yvette. “I have asked Daphne how such a change would affect the finances of the house.” Yvette looked to Daphne.

Daphne stood up. “I advised Yvette that it would be financially prudent for her to continue her management position at the bookstore while working part time as a professional Dom. This would provide the opportunity we know she wants while protecting our interests if things don’t work out for her financially.”

“I have agreed with that evaluation and told Mistress Key I would start next weekend on a part time basis.”

The room erupted in applause.

At the end of the meal and cleanup, fatigue was evident on every face. A good night’s sleep would keep everyone’s energy high for work Monday.

The morning dawned bright and cheerful. After a breakfast of oatmeal, Samantha handed out lunches and assigned Peaches the task of sanitizing every piece of play equipment. Yvette dropped the women off at their work places then headed to the bookstore. The first of her five member staff waited for her to unlock the door. She gave out assignments before retreating to her office to prepare book orders.

Later in the day, Jason, one of her staff tapped on the door jam. “There is a young lady at the register inquiring about books called The Beauty Series. Since we don’t stock these titles she asked if we could order them for her.”

Yvette walked assuredly to the front of the bookstore. “This is our manager, she can help you,” Jason said.

When Yvette arrived at the counter she was astonished by the sight of the impeccably dressed slender blonde with French nails, bright red lipstick, and bold green eye shadow. Her skinny black leather pants topped with a metallic blue lace halter had surely been meticulously  tailored to so perfectly fit her body. Perfectly? No. Sensually showing off her curves would be the better way to describe this lovely creature's outfit.

“How can I help you?” Yvette asked.

“I need books of The Beauty Series for a research paper I’m writing for my Women’s Study class.”

Yvette retrieved an order form from under the counter. “Please fill this out. We can have the books for you in two days.”

Yvette summoned all her willpower to keep from staring at the girl. She was an exact copy of Dawn. The only difference Yvette could discern between this young woman and Dawn was the hairstyle, two braided pigtails that rested on two perky breasts. Yvette waited while the order was completed.

“Should I pay in advance?” Danielle Graham asked.

Yvette looked up the books on the computer. “Thirty-two dollars sixty-two cents for the set,” she said.

Danielle provided her credit card and signed the receipt.

Yvette watched as Danielle sauntered out the front door. She could be Dawn only her name was Danielle Graham. Yvette immediately ordered the books. She thought about calling Daphne but decided to wait. The rest of the afternoon moved at a snail’s pace. She couldn’t clear the vision of Danielle Graham from her mind. Finally at fifteen past five Yvette closed the bookstore and drove to pick up Daphne and Dawn. As much as she wanted to bring up her interaction with Danielle Graham she stayed quiet. Amber and Candi were waiting when she pulled up at each of their work places.

Immediately upon arrival at the house Yvette gathered Samantha and Daphne into the library. Yvette twisted her hands as she paced the floor. “Today,” she hesitated. “Today I ordered The Beauty Series for a young woman who looks exactly like Dawn.”

“For real?” Samantha asked.

Daphne’s face turned white. Her hands shook. “Dawn and I have always felt a part of us was missing.”

“How so?” Samantha asked.

“Well.” Daphne took a deep breath. “Our single mother was not capable either financially or emotionally of raising us. Dawn and I went to live with our grandparents. I vaguely remember another sister who was given up for adoption.” She started to cry.

“I’ll get Dawn,” Samantha said, quickly leaving the library.

When Dawn came in she took her place on her knees on the floor. “Please, sit in the chair next to Daphne,” Yvette said.

Confused, Dawn did as she was told. When she saw Daphne’s tears she immediately reached out to comfort her twin sister.

In a whisper Daphne said, “Today Yvette met a young woman who could be our sister. She looks exactly like you.”

Dawn shook her head. “No. No. No. That’s impossible.”

“Calm down Dawn,” Samantha said. “We don’t have enough facts to draw any conclusion yet.”

Dawn’s body went limp. “Daphne and I always felt something was missing in our lives. I vaguely remember a sister who didn’t live with us.”

“Danielle Graham, that’s the young woman’s name, will come back to the bookstore Thursday to pick up the books,” Yvette said.

“That’s such a long time to wait,” Daphne said. She stood up and scanned the library shelves for the three volumes of The Beauty Series. “Here. Call her and tell her you got the books early. She can pick them up tomorrow afternoon.”

Samantha and Yvette looked at each other. “Okay,” Yvette said. “Let’s plan for the two of you to take the day off work so you can be at the bookstore when Danielle comes in.”

“Great idea,” Daphne said.

“I’m afraid,” Dawn said.

Silence prevailed while Yvette called Danielle Graham from her cell phone. She gave a thumbs up when the phone was answered on the first ring. After introducing herself she told Danielle that she had been able to obtain The Beauty Series sooner than expected and they could be picked up tomorrow. Danielle arranged to come in around three the next afternoon, after her Women’s Study class.

During dinner of soup with corn bread animated discussion about Dawn’s identical twin sister extended late into the night. Since Daphne and Dawn didn’t need to arrive at the bookstore until after lunch they spent the morning preparing for this unexpected event. Daphne dressed in a navy blue pencil skirt, white silk blouse and red stilettos. She consciously chose not to wear underwear. Since Yvette had mentioned that Danielle’s hair had been in pigtails, Daphne braided Dawn’s hair in the same fashion.  Dawn, also without underwear, wore a green plaid mini dress, low cut to show off her breasts, with emerald green suede platforms. Before leaving the house Daphne locked the pink leather collar around Dawn’s neck.

The sisters arrived at the bookstore early. Yvette took them to her office. There, Danielle Graham sat scanning the pages of the first book of The Beauty Series. For a reason she couldn’t explain Danielle had cut class and chosen to wear her favorite green plaid mini dress, low cut to show off her breasts, along with emerald green suede platforms. For the first time in her life she wore no underwear. She looked up when the door opened. Her jaw dropped open at the sight of Dawn. Immediately Danielle jumped up and ran to embrace Dawn.

“I never doubted I would find you,” she cried.

Yvette separated the sisters. “Danielle meet your identical twin, Dawn.”

“And Daphne is our fraternal twin,” Dawn added.

Tears ran down Danielle’s face. “Oh my gosh. We’re triplets.”

“Yes,” Daphne said. “How long have you sensed you were incomplete?”

“My whole life.”

“Us too,” Dawn said.

Daphne suggested they retreat to the Victorian house for more intimate conversation. Yvette had already called Samantha to alert her to Danielle’s early arrival. Samantha contacted both Candi and Amber and arranged to bring them back to the house to handle the emergency. For this reunion Samantha planned filet mignon, Waldorf salad with baked potato and cherry cheesecake for desert.

Peaches, naked except for her pink collar, was positioned in the driveway to open the van door when Yvette arrived. Dressed in her black leather jumpsuit, Samantha stationed Candi on her left shoulder and Amber on her right with leashes hanging from the rings on their collars, to wait in the front doorway. Daphne and Dawn trembled with happiness as they introduced Danielle to their housemates.

Unable to contain herself despite the possibility of punishment, Peaches blurted out, “Have you always had that black beauty mark on your cheek?”

Yvette gave Peaches a look of disapproval. “You don’t have permission to speak.” She raised her hand to strike Peaches but the startled look in Danielle’s eyes stopped her.

Standing in the living room, Danielle looked from one woman to the next before realizing each had identical beauty marks on their right cheek. “I got tattooed three weeks ago,” she said.

A collective gasp sprang from the women of the Victorian house. “That’s when we had ours tattooed,” Daphne said.

“Come, sit down,” Yvette motioned Danielle to the couch.

Dawn dropped to her knees beside Daphne’s chair. Amber did the same next to Yvette while Candi knelt by Samantha. Peaches walked to the kitchen. She returned carrying a tray arrayed with assorted fruit. She filled glasses with green tea over ice.

Danielle stared at the naked girl. “This is a most interesting household,” she said. “Where can I get a pink collar?”

“Before we go any further,” Samantha said, “What would wearing the collar mean to you?”

Danielle stood up from the couch and stepped over to kneel next to Daphne. “I would be quite pleased to share the same relationship Dawn has with Daphne.”

Yvette removed Peaches’ collar and Daphne locked it on Danielle. Yvette immediately retrieved a wide black leather collar trimmed in red from her handbag. “I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to use this. Your talking without permission just now provided the perfect situation.” She locked the leather collar on Peaches.

Peaches bowed her head. “Thank you Mistress.” She curtseyed.

“We run a tight household,” Samantha said. “Each person contributes. Tell us about yourself.”

Danielle, not being sure of the proper protocol, looked to Daphne for permission to speak. Daphne nodded approval.

“In three weeks I graduate with a degree in computer science. Right now I live off campus with three roommates but would much prefer to be here with all of you.”

“Do you have any outstanding student loans?” Daphne asked.

“No. I have a full scholarship and I design websites for spending money.”

“We own this house,” Daphne continued. “All money is turned over to support the operation. Would you be willing to conform?”

“Absolutely.”

Yvette said, “You’re very eager for someone who knows nothing about us.”

“Oh, but I do feel that I know Dawn intimately and I feel completely comfortable with the rest of you, especially Daphne.”

“We can offer a three week trial. If it doesn’t work out by graduation, you could move on,” Samantha said.

“Before you make a decision you should see the house,” Yvette said. “While Candi and Amber help with dinner preparation, Daphne, Dawn and I will take you on a tour.”

Ascending the stairs Danielle felt anxiety mixed with pleasure. She started to count the stairs to keep her mind calm but couldn’t get past three. Once in the attic Daphne, Yvette and Dawn stood aside to observe Danielle’s reaction. She crept up to the display of whips. Her fingers wanted to stroke the soft leather but she hesitated.

“Go ahead,” Yvette said.

Moving from one whip to the next Danielle wondered what the strands would feel like against her skin. Dawn removed her dress. Danielle did the same. Daphne took her to the cross. Yvette strapped her wrists and ankles into the cuffs on the front side with her back exposed. Dawn was strapped to the backside, facing Danielle. The twins kissed long and passionate. Gently Daphne began whipping Danielle’s back while Yvette struck Dawn. Startled by the surprise of the first sting, Danielle cried out. As the strokes continued, spasms of pleasure coursed through her body. She floated. She swirled. She trembled. She climaxed. Dawn kissed her again and for the first time in her life Danielle knew she was indeed home. She was with her sisters, she would never change this; she was complete.

Released from her restraints Danielle collapsed on the floor. Daphne held her in her arms. Dawn kneeled beside her stroking her hair and kissing her cheeks. As she regained her composure Danielle looked from the metal belts on the wall to the horse to the hanks of rope. She smiled.

“There will be plenty of time to experience our toys,” Daphne said. “Right now we’ll show you the bedrooms.”

With Dawn leading the way, the women descended the stairs to the second floor. Daphne explained that Samantha, Yvette and herself occupied private rooms with queen size beds while Amber and Peaches shared a room with twin beds. Dawn opened the door to the room she shared with Candi. “You would sleep in here with us,” she said. “Each bedroom has a private bath.”

Danielle looked puzzled. There were only two twin beds. “We have a cot in the garage we will set up here for your trial period.” Daphne pointed to the empty space opposite the closets. Like the rest of the house this room was clean and organized. Nothing like the jumbled place Danielle now lived in off campus. She noticed the stocks on the beds but said nothing.

“Come see the basement,” Yvette said.

There, gagged and strapped in the discipline chair with chains running from her pierced nipples to her pierced clit, Peaches greeted Danielle with a twinkle in her eyes. Slack jawed, Danielle stared at the helpless girl.

Now naked, Amber entered the basement. She waited for permission to speak. When granted she said, “Dinner is ready.”

Yvette released Peaches. Each member of the household assembled in the dining room to stand beside her chair leaving the one between Daphne and Dawn for Danielle. From the head of the table Samantha motioned for them to sit. Peaches poured wine in the goblets. Daphne raised her glass. “To our new housemate.” Danielle blushed as she accepted the welcome. Peaches served the food. When all plates were full, Samantha dropped meat and potatoes in the bowl on the floor. Peaches, on hands and knees, joined the others for the evening meal.

While nibbling sweet cherry cheesecake Danielle longed to ask questions but hesitated. She didn’t want to act inappropriately. Finally Daphne spoke. “What possessions do you have?”

“Clothes, three computers, about twenty books and two sewing machines.”

"Sewing machines? I thought you were a computer major," Daphne said.

"My adopted mother earned her living as a professional seamstress. She trained me in all aspects of making clothes in case I needed a backup way to support myself. I took two of her machines to college. One does fancy stitching and embroidery from a computer program, the other sews everything from leather to silk."

"You made the leather pants and blouse you wore to the bookstore?" Yvette asked.

"Yes."

Samantha interrupted the conversation. “What classes do you have tomorrow?”

“None. It’s an open day when I catch up on things.”

Daphne looked at her watch. “Very well. We have several hours before bedtime. Amber, you’ll set up the cot in Dawn and Candi’s room. Peaches will take care of cleaning up the kitchen.” She looked to Samantha. “Would you please look into organizing the library to accommodate Danielle’s computers? I'm not sure where to put the sewing machines.”

Samantha thought a moment. “That small room at the back of the second floor between Daphne and my bedrooms could be made into a sewing room. We'll have both the  library and sewing room ready for your return." 

Dawn nodded her head. “Very good. Yvette, Dawn, Candi and I will take Danielle to her house to gather her belongings.”

Danielle gasped with surprise. Things were happening so fast. Dressed in denim shorts and provocative yellow tees, she and Dawn climbed into the van. Danielle provided directions. No one was home at the two-story Craftsman style house when the women arrived. Danielle showed Daphne to her room where she quickly unplugged her computers and sewing machines while Dawn packed her clothes and Yvette carried books to the van. The efficiency amazed Danielle. Her room, including the sewing supply boxes and tables, was emptied in less than an hour.

One of Danielle’s roommates walked in as the mannequin was being wheeled out the door. “What’s going on?” she asked. When she saw Dawn she stepped back. She looked from one sister to the other. “You’re Danielle, right?” she asked, confused.

“She’s Danielle. I’m Dawn and this is our sister Daphne.”

“This is unbelievable.”

“Believe,” Danielle said. “I’m moving in with my sisters.” She looked to Yvette. “This is Yvette. I met my sisters through her. It’s an amazing story I’ll explain later. Right now we have to get my stuff moved.” She waved goodbye as the van started up. Her roommate stood wide-eyed saying nothing.

Back at the house Peaches and Amber helped unload. Room had been made in the closet for Danielle’s clothes and the cot was assembled. Samantha directed the crew to the library where Dawn and Danielle had organized the books on vacant shelves. Computer equipment sat in the corner next to a wooden table with Danielle’s chair. Yvette called Charles. He was free to come to the house the next afternoon. The sewing machines were set on a folding table in the small upstairs room and the boxes of supplies stacked against the adjacent wall.

“You can assemble your computers and sewing machines tomorrow,” Samantha said. “Right now we all need a good night’s sleep for work tomorrow."

Danielle snuggled under the covers of her cot. Her exhausted body immediately relaxed into a deep sleep. Dawn stared at the ceiling. All kinds of possibilities presented themselves. Several hours later Dawn turned on her side so she could keep watch over her sister. Her eyes felt heavy. Some time past midnight Danielle woke up. She crept into bed with Dawn. Clasped in a tight embrace the sisters fell sound asleep. 

   Bing. Bing. Bing. The wake up call sounded. Candi and Dawn rolled out of bed to prepare for work. With all that had happened, Danielle would have willingly slept till noon, but she realized that would be inappropriate. She dressed in denim shorts and tee before joining the household in the kitchen for breakfast. Banana nut pancakes sizzled on the grill. Each woman filled her plate with pancakes and bacon, poured orange juice and coffee then joined the others. The pancakes left a lingering tangy flavor on the tongue, the bacon was crisp. Danielle looked around for Peaches but couldn’t find her.

When Samantha handed out lunches of yogurt and cucumber soup, marinated mushrooms with slices of cherry cheesecake, Danielle wanted one. “You’ll get yours at lunchtime,” Samantha said. Danielle still couldn’t find Peaches after the others left for work. She busied herself in the Library assembling her computers. She lost track of time. When a man walked up behind her she was startled.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I’m Charles.”

“I’m Danielle.” She extended her hand.

“Yvette was right, you look exactly like Dawn.” He paused. “You are Danielle, right?”

“Right.” Danielle smiled.

“Samantha says lunch is ready.”

Charles took Danielle by the hand and together they walked to the kitchen. Peaches was already there, serving the soup. Samantha didn’t like the way she ladled the liquid into Charles’ bowl and spanked her bottom until red. Danielle watched in amazement.

“Now do it right,” Samantha ordered.

To please her Mistress, Peaches proceeded as instructed.

“I have enough wood on the truck to complete the cot,” Charles said. “For the desk unit, I’ll have to buy some additional materials in order to match the wood in the library. Since I've never seen the sewing room I'm not sure what will be needed.”

The creamy cucumber soup tasted of basil with oregano. Danielle couldn’t imagine eating like this every day let alone every meal. Gourmet. Delicious. Nutritious. And, best of all, prepared by someone else. Lost in her thoughts Danielle didn’t hear Samantha’s question. She felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Are you alright?” Samantha asked.

“Oh yes, quite alright. Everything is so new in this most unusual world.

Samantha repeated her original question. “Is there anything you need to set up your computers?”

“They are up and working. My ex roommates have been calling my cell phone but I’ve let it go to voicemail. I don’t know how to explain my present situation to them.”

After lunch Charles measured for the workstation in the Library. He consulted with Samantha. “I could construct two adjacent independent shelf sections that would roll forward and then slide apart in opposite directions.” He sketched his idea. Samantha nodded agreement. “Two of the lower doors would open providing a retracting work table with computers and associated equipment in place along with a seat which would swivel out from below the table.”

“Ah ha. And when not in use, everything could be the recessed and completely hidden.”

“Exactly,” Charles agreed.

In an effort to listen without being noticed, Danielle busied herself finishing a web site. Realizing the workstations were being made exclusively for her was quite astonishing. She’d only been in the house one night and she was getting her own custom-made workspace. Charles disappeared with Samantha to the sewing room and Danielle became engrossed in her work.

Writing the Women’s Studies paper became an impossible task; her mind was filled with the overwhelming joy of being reunited with her sisters. Her search for her missing entity had not prepared her for being a triplet. So much joy to behold. Then the house buzzed with activity. Everyone arrived home from work. Dawn, nude, hugged Danielle tight.

“Should I take my clothes off, too?” she asked.

“Yes,” Daphne said from the door.

The sisters retreated to Dawn’s bedroom where Danielle stripped down to only the pink collar. She stepped into a pair of white platform shoes. Fear gripped her. The cot was gone.

“What happened to Danielle’s bed?” Dawn asked.

“The cot is in the basement for Peaches; Candi has been moved in with Amber,” Daphne explained. “The second bed is Danielle’s.”

A statuesque woman Danielle didn’t recognize appeared in the doorway. She stood mesmerized. There was no discernable difference between Dawn and Danielle except for the piercings she herself had installed in Dawn.

“Mistress Rose, do come in,” Daphne said. “Meet Danielle.”

Automatically, without being prompted, Danielle curtsied.

Daphne rotated Danielle for Mistress Rose to see her entire body.

“Nipples and clit?” Mistress Rose asked.

Daphne smiled. “Yes, just like Dawn.”

The room filled with members of the house including Charles. Danielle was laid on one of the twin beds. Charles put her hands and feet through the stocks. Danielle’s body quivered. Sweat formed on her forehead. puppy, Mistress Rose’s submissive, opened her piercing bag and held the black leather case for Mistress Rose to choose her implements. Dawn held Danielle’s left hand, Daphne her right. Danielle closed her eyes. Her nipples and clit stung. Applause filled her ears. She opened her eyes. Charles released her from the stocks. She sat up.

“Thank you Mistress Rose,” Danielle said.

“A pleasure. My first perfectly matched set.”

One by one members of the house admired Danielle’s new jewelry. Peaches was the only person who didn’t come forward. Then Danielle noticed the apple stuffed deep in her mouth and the look of anguish in her eyes. Head down, Peaches followed Samantha to the kitchen. As guest of honor Mistress Rose sat at the head of the table, puppy was on his knees beside her chair.

A hush filled the dining room when Peaches, along with Amber, entered from the kitchen carrying platters of salmon steaks. Both held apples between their teeth. They avoided the eyes of everyone at the table and returned to the kitchen for bowls of Greek salad. After wine had been

poured, Samantha entered with Amber and Peaches on either arm. She dinged her goblet with her spoon.

“Over the last week food had been pilfered from the refrigerator. This morning I found three aluminum foil packages under Amber’s pillow. Two empty, one full.”

A collective gasp hovered over the table.

“We know that Yvette has had Amber on a strict slim-down diet that has shown wonderful results. Unfortunately, Peaches took it upon herself to sneak food to Amber. Therefore, I have transferred the cot to the basement where Peaches will sleep until further notice. Candi is moving in with Amber. Dawn and Danielle will now share that room.” Samantha sat down.

Yvette stood. “I am extremely disappointed in the behavior of the two submissives I brought into this household. Separating them is a first step. For the foreseeable future Peaches will be restricted to a light lunch only. All other times she will be securely gagged.” Yvette paused before accepting a length of chain from Mistress Rose. She motioned for Amber to come to her. Standing like a statue, Amber allowed Yvette to fasten a length of chain around her waist. The very tight links dug deeply into her skin. “This will remind you to watch your food intake from now on.”

Next Daphne took the floor. “This dinner was to be a celebration of Danielle’s joining our household and being pierced exactly like Dawn. Instead we’ve been informed of behavior we all know is unacceptable.” Peaches and Amber flinched. “Therefore, I am going to subject both Amber and Peaches to a nightly whipping as discipline to remind them to behave properly the following day.” Daphne looked around the table. “Any objections?”

No one responded.

Danielle wasn’t sure what to make of the punishment to be inflicted on Amber and Peaches, except she realized she did not want to be the subject of disciplinary action. She would query Dawn regarding proper behavior. Candi was assigned kitchen clean up. Everyone else retreated to the attic. Daphne strung Amber and Peaches up so their toes barely touched the attic floor. Daphne positioned Dawn and Danielle so that they could see and hear the whipping. “Learn from this.” Daphne said.

Yvette, Mistress Rose, Samantha and Daphne removed whips from the wall. They began laying the leather strands into every available spec of skin. Amber’s breasts turned red first then Peaches’ butt. As hard as the whips hit they didn’t dare cry out. What would happen if they dropped their apples was not to even be considered. Deep red marks appeared on their caves provided by a single tail in Samantha’s capable hand. The cuts, five on each of their butts, came courtesy of Mistress Rose’s cane.

Well into the whipping Candi came into the attic with glasses of Anisette on a tray. She set the refreshment on the side table and took her place beside Dawn and Danielle. She wanted to gasp at the sight of two lobster-red bodies but refrained. Finally, Daphne called a halt. She walked up to Peaches, “You will clean the whips and the floor tomorrow. Understood?”

With tears in her eyes, Peaches nodded yes.

Daphne let the two down. “Take them to their rooms,” she said to Dawn.

Charles had been quietly watching from the corner. He was amazed how intense the discipline had been. He didn’t expect that either Amber or Peaches would be able to sit comfortably tomorrow, if at all. Of course, stealing was absolutely prohibited. He certainly didn’t want to fall out of favor with the women of this house.

“On second thought,” Daphne looked to Charles. “Would you like to fuck Peaches?” She pointed to his bulge.

“Yes, I’d be please to assist.”

“Take her. Front or back, your choice,” Daphne said as she handed Peaches over to Charles. Peaches was shocked to the core when Daphne offered for Charles to fuck her in the ass. Daphne knew anal sex was extremely uncomfortable for her and deliberately suggested it to Charles as a continuation of her punishment.

The Dominants settled on the leather couch to sip their Anisette. Getting Amber to her room required Dawn and Danielle to drape her arms over their shoulders and for Candi to open the doors for a smooth trip. Once in her bed Amber started to cry, muffled by the apple. Her entire body stung from the whipping. Even the bottoms of her feet hurt. Eating the extra food had certainly not been worth the cost. And she was to get a whipping every night until Daphne decided she had been appropriately punished. Amber silently promised herself she would be oh so very good as a demonstration of her desire to please the entire household. Candi pulled a sheet over Amber and eased herself into bed. She covered her ears with her pillow to tune out the sobs.

Dawn and Danielle went to their bedroom thinking only of minding all the house rules no matter how difficult. Dawn and Danielle pushed their beds together. “Are you sorry you came to this house?” Dawn asked hesitantly.

“No,” Danielle immediately responded. “Rules are rules, no matter what the situation.” She hesitated, “Only the discipline is something I still need to wrap my head around.”

“Stealing is so against our house rules. And food. Samantha makes the most delicious meals. There really is no need to do what Peaches did.”

The sisters snuggled together under the comforter. “I don’t know if I could survive a whipping like that,” Danielle said.

“You do what you have to do,” Dawn said. “Of course, the best whipping is for pleasure, not discipline.”

“Do you think Daphne would whip us like that if we broke the rules?”

“Yes, there is no question about that. But the rules are all fair, equally applied, and part of who we all are. Why would any of us want to break them?”

Over several hours Dawn shared the history of the house and its occupants with Danielle.

“Have you ever wanted your tongue pierced?” Danielle asked.

“Oh yes. It would provide Daphne added pleasure when I service her, but she hasn’t given permission yet.”

Daphne entered the bedroom to check on her sisters. “Looks like you’re getting settled in, Danielle. Any questions?”

“Could Dawn and I get our tongues pierced like Peaches?” Danielle blurted out even though she felt Dawn’s body go tense.

Daphne shook her head. “Let’s wait until your trial period ends.” She kissed her sisters goodnight before retiring to her own bedroom.

Within minutes Dawn and Danielle contently drifted into a pleasant sleep in each other’s arms.

In the basement Peaches fell onto her back on the cot. She let out a scream at the pain that was muted by the apple still in her mouth. Charles stuffed his cock into her pussy and pounded against her groin. He relished the redness of her flesh.

After the intensity of her whipping, Peaches felt relief at having Charles' cock in her pussy. However, the raking of her body against the cot intensified the fire she felt in both her back and tender butt. As Charles increased the viciousness of his thrusting, Peaches started whimpering in a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

He slapped her face to stop the sobbing. The apple jarred loose. Charles picked it up from the floor. After promptly jamming the apple deeper into her mouth, he turned Peaches over and started to fuck her ass. His cock felt like a red hot poker being shoved up her hole. Charles was relentless. His force along with her suffering encouraged Charles to drive harder and deeper into Peaches' ass.

Constant intense pain penetrated her body, as an evil smile developed on Charles face. "Damn, I think I could like this," he blurted out. The thrill of continuing the torture excited him and his orgasm exploded in her. He removed his cock and pried the apple out of her mouth. In a stern voice Charles demanded that Peaches clean his cock with her mouth. Much to her own surprise she eagerly complied. Since she was to have a gag at all times Charles pushed the apple back in Peaches mouth deeper than before.

Charles placed Peaches in the stocks and left her with, “And make sure the apple stays there ‘til morning!” Soon her jaw was in agony. While the stabbing pain felt unbearable, Peaches knew the ramifications of having the apple fall out would be insufferable. She willed herself to sleep.

The next morning Charles arrived at the home supply store when it opened at six. He purchased the wood he needed for Danielle’s desk and hurried to the house hoping to get there before the women left for work to see how Amber was doing. Unfortunately there was a multi-car accident that slowed traffic to a crawl. When he pulled up to the Victorian house both vans were gone. He walked to the side door and knocked. No answer. He tried the knob. The door opened. Charles poured himself a cup of coffee then strode up to the attic where Peaches busied herself cleaning the whips. A ball gag had been inserted in her mouth to replace the apple. Charles waved hello before returning to his truck for the wood.

After transporting all the necessary tools and supplies to the library, Charles removed the books from the shelves to ensure ease of construction. The third shelf from the floor felt loose. Charles checked to see if the screws needed tightening. When he lifted the shelf to investigate, the ledge came off in his hand to reveal a sliding door. Cautiously Charles touched the center of the entryway. Nothing. He searched for a button or knob. He had read of old houses having secret passageways. With his right hand Charles touched every inch of the panel. At the top left corner he found a buzzer. He pressed. The portal opened exposing descending stairs. With flashlight in hand Charles took one step at a time until he came to a vault like door. Pushing the latch down released the bolt. Charles stepped onto a dirt floor. The flashlight beam scanned the walls to reveal stone from floor to ceiling. Two barrels stood in the corner. Charles returned up the stairs and closed the opening. He wanted to tell someone of this find but no one except Peaches was home so he started to fabricate the desk for Danielle.

The portal kept distracting him. He decided to permanently remove the shelves that hid the entry and install them on the opposite wall. He returned all the books to their place and had begun assembling the computer desk when Samantha arrived home. She was not pleased to see bookshelves where none had been designated.

“Who changed the plans?” Samantha asked.

Charles turned swiftly. He motioned for her to come see. When he pressed the buzzer the portal opened. “WOW,” Samantha exclaimed. Charles turned on his flashlight and led her down the stairs. “I think this was either a root cellar or a wine cellar,” he said. “The heavy door probably makes this place soundproof.”

A broad smile covered Samantha’s face. “Do you realize the possibilities?”

“Absolutely.” He paused, his squared shoulders showing his pride. “A dungeon of the worst sorts. Totally contained below ground, soundproof to the extreme and most importantly, the world's best kept secret."

The two returned up the stairs. Charles showed Samantha how to close the opening. “I suggest camouflaging this door with a movable panel so that you will have instant access,” he said.

“Certainly. With books on both sides of the room there is no indication of anything but a library,” she paused. “I wonder why the inspector didn’t find this space?”

“This is a three story house. He probably had all he could do to find what was obvious. To say the least this room is unbelievably cool. In fact, I’m certain no one would ever believe it actually exists.”

Samantha looked sternly at Charles. “No one outside this house, other than you, will ever know, right?”

“Of course not,” Charles shook his head. “I have no desire to be the object of your wrath.”

A smile stretched Samantha’s lips. So we’re doing a great job of controlling things, she thought. “There are turkey sandwiches in the refrigerator for lunch. I’ve got a catering job that will take me until early evening. The girls won’t be back until late, either.” There was a mysterious look on Samantha’s face. “Yvette has a surprise for Amber.”

In the quiet house Charles lost track of time. He measured, cut and fitted Danielle’s workstation. He unexpectedly heard footsteps. Peaches stood in the doorway of the library holding a tray with a sandwich and ice tea. He motioned for her to set the food on the side table. Charles could see her breasts and back were still red from the night before. A large ball gag stretched her lips tight. She curtsied before leaving.

As Charles ate he wondered why a young woman like Peaches would deliberately and repeatedly break the rules in order to be deeply and totally dominated in this house of women.

Of course he had heard the story of her being fired from her office job for having sex with several salesmen and, he had to confess, she was a very good fuck. But still... He finished eating and proceeded with his construction.

Voices on top of footsteps sounded through the hall. Samantha brought Yvette, Daphne, Danielle, Candi and Amber into the library. Charles immediately noticed a large, heavy ring through Amber’s septum.

“Show Charles your new piercings,” Yvette commanded.

Amber stepped up to Charles. She opened her mouth to reveal a ring on the tip along with two studs further back on each side.

“She won’t be breaking house rules any time soon,” Daphne said. “Will you?” she stared at Amber.

“No Mistress,” Amber said.

“So let’s see this new space,” Yvette said.

Charles had found a light switch earlier in the day and installed fresh light bulbs in the two overhead fixtures. He switched the lights on and led the way down the stairs. When everyone was gathered Yvette took a whip from her belt.

“To the wall Amber and Peaches,” Yvette ordered. The two immediately obeyed. “Lean against the stones spread-eagled. Now we’ll find out how sound proof this room is.” She turned to Charles and Samantha. “You two go upstairs, close the door and listen for sounds.” Yvette pulled a cattle prod from her bag.

Screams of pain followed them. Yet, the instant the vault like door closed there was silence. The two ascended the stairs aware that no sounds came from below. Samantha walked through the house on the first floor, Charles checked the second. Neither heard any hint of activity in the secluded room below. They walked down to the basement. Silence. Then they descended the stairs to the new room but still heard nothing. Samantha pushed opened the heavy door.

“Thirty,” Amber yelled out. Whips were being laid into the backs of Amber and Peaches by Yvette and Daphne. Their heft was obvious by the thud they made against exposed skin.

“Louder,” Yvette yelled.

“Thirty one.”

Yvette turned to Samantha. “Well, what’s the verdict?”

“Not even a hint that this place exists,” Samantha said.

“None at all,” Charles agreed.

Samantha took the whip from Yvette and continued the whipping. Daphne relinquished her cat of nine tails to Charles. The two of them kept rotating between Peaches and Amber until they both reached a count of fifty. Limp with exhaustion the two submissives dropped to the dirt floor. While Amber and Peaches were taken to their beds and placed in the stocks a spread of assorted cheese and fruit was laid out in the dining room. Charles was so full of ideas for the new space he passed on fucking Peaches. However, his mind did smile pleasantly as he reflected on the anal fucking he gave Peaches after her punishment whipping.

The household buzzed with excitement over the hidden room. Suggestions for improvements flew across the table.

Finally, Samantha asked Charles, “What’s your opinion?”

Pleased to be consulted, Charles stood. “The stone wall is perfect for shackles. I could install eyebolts in some of the beams in the ceiling for hanging stocks, chains, and anything else that appeals to you. And I’d leave the dirt floor. It brings a certain rustic atmosphere to the area.

The sensations on bare feet will also keep the space otherworldly.”

Yvette and Daphne nodded agreement.

“When will you be able to finish the library?” Samantha asked.

“Three more days. The dungeon, if I may call it that, would be another couple days what with adding lights and drilling the stone.”

Daphne spoke up. “We know you have other jobs. Where do we fit in your schedule?”

As he considered the question, Charles drew in a deep breath. “I could be done by the end of the weekend.”

The discussion complete, cleaning the kitchen was left for Peaches the next day and the household retired to bed. Together in their bed Dawn and Danielle hugged.

“You’re shaking,” Dawn said.

“The whipping excited me while also scaring me out of my wits. I don’t know what to make of the added piercings to Amber. She didn’t have any say in the matter, did she?”

“No,” Dawn agreed.

“I’m confused because Daphne put us off for the same exact piercings.”

“Once you become a member of the house you defer everything to the Doms," Dawn explained.”

Hesitantly Danielle asked, “Can you opt out at any time?”

“Why would you want to?”

Danielle thought a moment. Everything was taken care of, even sex. There was no need to worry about finances. “I can’t think of any reason at all.”

“In three weeks you’ll graduate. Maybe you’ll see things differently by then.”

“Don’t think so. My goodness, just the thought of being separated from my sisters again devastates me. Besides, I’m getting my very own workstations. I’m completely trusted unless I deliberately prove not to be.” Danielle looked square at Dawn. “And I can assure you that’s not going to happen.”

“Peaches has always been difficult. I was surprised that Amber let herself be drawn into her web. But Yvette has had her on a pretty strict diet for a while. She shouldn’t have done this; now her diet may well be curtailed even more.”

“Will the house come to my graduation?”

“Of course.”

Dawn stroked Danielle’s hair. The two fell sound asleep in the knowledge that they were together, they were safe, and they would never be separated again.

Through the remainder of the week the house buzzed with precision. Amber was allowed to wear a retainer in her septum for work. Each evening the whipping of Amber and Peaches continued. Welts appeared on Peaches’ back. Amber stood all the time.

On Friday night the whippings stopped. For the weekend both Peaches and Amber were placed in the new stocks in the dungeon and left there. Saturday was Yvette’s first night at the Locker Room as a professional. Mistress Key had arranged for a client wanting to experience a whipping to have a session with her. Everyone from the house except Amber and Peaches attended to lend moral support. Knowing these women she shared her life with cared about her pleased Yvette. She performed with great confidence and her client scheduled another session for the following Saturday.

Danielle experienced difficulty concentrating on completing her course work. Daphne implemented discipline with the threat of a whipping if Danielle wavered. The incentive enabled Danielle to comfortably complete everything ahead of schedule. For the Friday evening graduation ceremony all members of the house attended, even Amber and Peaches. Danielle elected to go nude under her gown, proudly wearing only her pink collar and tall white platform shoes.

With diploma in hand, Danielle left with her new family. Much to her surprise they drove directly to The Locker Room. Mistress Key greeted them before escorting the group into the playroom. A banner with CONGRATULATIONS DANIELLE covered the back wall. Danielle and Dawn stripped. Champagne toasts to Danielle’s success were made then Dawn and Danielle were strapped into chairs.

Daphne raised her hand to quiet the questioning whispers. “Danielle, you have requested to become a member of The House of the Naughty Pussies. Are you ready to accept all that entails?”

“Yes Mistress,” Danielle sang.

Mistress Rose, with puppy carrying her black bag, stepped up to Danielle and Dawn. First she held out Danielle’s tongue. Then she withdrew Dawn’s. In very short order Dawn and Danielle each had a ring and two studs added to their tongues.

After showing off her new jewelry, Daphne led Danielle to the cross. She strapped her wrists and ankles so she couldn’t move. With a single tail Daphne slowly and gently began to whip Danielle’s bare back and legs. Danielle moaned with pleasure. She flung her head back, “Thank you, Mistress,” she said. “More please.”

Daphne increased both the tempo and intensity as Danielle’s endorphins took hold and Danielle reached the tumultuous crescendo of her first whipping orgasm.

Danielle knew she was home. Danielle was loved and secure.

With devilish smirks on their faces, Danielle and Dawn flicked their tongues out at each other.

“Welcome to The Naughty Pussies,” Daphne said.

End Chapter V

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