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Chapter 64

Elisa as a 24-hour slave

 

As I didn’t want to hurt Elisa too much, despite Jack’s request to give her the whipping of her life, and to deceive him, I called Bethany Saturday morning to ask for a favor and maybe test her make-up skills.

“Hello, Beth.”

“Oh Hi Lew, to what do I owe the pleasure of a call from you so early on a Saturday morning?

“I’ve got a sort of special request for you: I know you are marvelous at painting, both on canvas and on women’s faces, but how are your skills in feature-altering body makeup?”

“What do you mean by feature-altering body makeup?”

“You know what they do in the movies, like creating awful wounds on a person’s body which are not real.”

“Ah, you mean stage makeup?”

“Yes, sorry, I had no idea how to describe it.”

“What do you need stage makeup for, are you going to appear in a play or do you want to take pictures of maimed people?”

“Well sort off, I want to make someone I flog look far more hurt than she, in reality, is, could you do that?”

“I could do that, I took a special course when I was learning my profession as a beautician, and I regularly do the makeup for the local theatre society. I’ll have to refresh my knowledge about this specific make-up though as there isn’t much call for such make-up in the local theatre, it’s been ages since I’ve done that kind of stuff, but yes it should be possible. But why?”

“It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time, do please enlighten me, you’ve made me curious.”

“OK, if you insist, I’ve got Elisa coming in this evening and…”

“Elisa who’s Elisa?”

“She’s Jada’s sister, you know my assistant?”

“Yes of course I know Jada, but I had no idea she had a sister.”

“An older sister and to make a long story short, I ran into her in London - she was there together with Linda - while I was spending the weekend with Grace in the run-up to Christmas. We made a bet, which they lost, and now she has to pay up.”

“Is she the only one to have to pay up? And what exactly does she have to pay up, and why does she need to be made to look awful then?”

“No all three have to pay up and be my slave for 24 hours, but she is starting tonight at six and Jack told me that if I didn’t give her a flogging she would remember for at least a week he would give her one she would remember for more than two weeks.”

“Sorry, but I still don’t get it.”

“Jack wasn’t too happy that she made a bet with me, so he wants to make his point, but while I’d love to have some kinky play with her I don’t want her to suffer too much.”

“So you want me to make it look as if she’s had a serious flogging?”

“Yes! Could you do that?”

“Yes, but I would like to know a bit more about this bet.”

“Oh no, really?”

“Yes, do tell me about it; I love to hear about your adventures.”

“OK, if you must, I bet with Elisa, Linda, and Grace they could do to me what they wanted for twenty minutes and I wouldn’t cum within that time span, and if they lost they had to be my private slaves for 24 hours.”

“Wow, and when will Grace and Linda be your private slaves then?”

“Oh they’ve already paid up, Grace gave me a wonderful Christmas dinner and Linda a beautiful snow angel and a snowman.”

“God I would have loved to have seen that, but what is this thing with Elisa then and why is her Master Jack so upset?”

“He doesn’t like his sub to make bets and then lose them without him knowing about it upfront, so he warned me that if I didn’t chastise his sub seriously he would do it over, and knowing Jack, for the rest he’s a very nice guy by the way, but when he’s upset, I wouldn’t like to be at the receiving end of his wrath.”

“And you want to spare Elisa?”

“I not only want her to have the pain but the pleasure as well when I flog or play with her. If Jack were to chastise her for this, I’m afraid there wouldn’t be much pleasure in it for her.”

“I see, and how do you intend to deceive Jack?”

“Well, it will depend on whether you can paint her back and butt in a way that looks like she’s got the beating of her life.”

“I’m not sure I will be so good that he doesn’t see it’s fake when he inspects her.”

“I know, but I’ll take photos and I’ll tell Elisa to keep her back covered for a few days so that it will look like it has healed.”

“And you think she’ll get away with it?”

“I truly hope so for her sake, she’s such a nice girl and I don’t want to see her hurt that much for a small mistake, after all, she was encouraged and led by the other two to participate in this harmless game.”

“OK, when do you want me to be at your place for this thing?”

“Would around Sunday afternoon be OK for you?”

“I’ll be there, that gives me plenty of time to dig out my old books and go over the procedures again.”

“Great, see you Sunday afternoon then, and thanks Bethany I owe you one.”

“Don’t worry Lew, I’ll collect.”

“That’s what I was afraid you’d say, but if you wish you could come early and stay for lunch,” I said with a chuckle.

“Are you going to prepare lunch for me?”

“What do you think I’ve got a slave for my dear?”

“Right, it’s not all about sex and domination then?”

“Nope, she’s got to do what I order her to do and she will start with preparing me a nice meal tonight.”

Now all I needed to do was figure out how I was going to play it with Elisa and convince her about deceiving her Master. I knew she was very dedicated to him so I hoped that she would understand my reasoning and agree with the deceit.

 

At 5 to 6 in the evening, the shop bell rang and Elisa walked in carrying a big bag filled with groceries. I had told her that during her 24-hour period, I wanted her to prepare three meals, dinner, breakfast, and lunch, and bring all the ingredients to do so with her; I would foot the bill.

Once she stepped across the threshold I saw her hands move to the bottom of her crop top, starting to pull it up over her head. She was really determined to faithfully follow the rule of being naked inside any private residence. However, as I didn’t want a potential scandal - you never know who might pass by and look in - I stopped her immediately.

“It’s not exactly 6 pm yet dear, you can remain clothed for the moment.”

“Hi sis,” Jada said when she joined me in the shop, “I’m sure you’ll have a smashing time with Lew, he’s ever so gentle, see you tomorrow evening when you get home,” and continued outside, her workday finished. After she left, I closed and locked the shop door.

“Why don’t you join me in the studio Elisa,” I said, “you’ll have plenty of time to abide by the rules when we are in the safety of my place.”

My words weren’t even cold when I saw her again grab the hem of her crop top and pull it over her head. She walked thru the door, clearly not wearing a bra and already topless. When I saw her start to undo the button of her jeans I stopped her again.

“I know the rule says you need to be completely naked when in a private residence, but I want to take some photos of you unveiling that gorgeous body of yours, so please take it easy.”

She did look great, I love women with small boobs and Elisa was sporting a double A, but with massive very dark nipples, just like her younger sister. I knew they were long from the previous times I’d seen her naked, and as it was a bit chilly in the studio, not having been in use for the past 2 days, they had quickly grown to at least an inch. Due to her skinny figure, she appeared in fact younger than her younger sister Jada, probably because of her small tits, Jada’s were a lot bigger.

Without asking she went straight to the control table, switched on the music, and started to dance around the studio, swaying her arms high above her head. I switched on the studio flash units, grabbed my camera, and started photographing her. It didn’t take very long for her to dance towards me with her arms now outstretched in front. Just before she reached me and I wanted to tell her she was too close for me to take her picture, she turned around, wiggled her cute Brazilian ass provocatively, and pulled her jeans down, revealing a red string. Well, a string was the right word because all I could see was indeed a thin string around her waist, connected to the same size string disappearing between her buttocks.

When she then turned there was not much more fabric in the front, just a minuscule translucent triangle barely covering her pubes. As a good slave, she was shaved, leaving her private parts completely bare. She danced away again from me and when she was at the other side of the studio bent over and pulled the string off her gorgeous body, giving me an enticing view of her pussy, and leaving her now completely naked, with the exception of the 4-inch heels she was wearing.

She turned and came dancing towards me again. When she was about 10 feet away, I stopped her, holding up my hand and looking sternly at her. She immediately stopped dancing and looked at me with big frightened eyes.

“Did I give you permission to take all of your clothes off slave?” I barked.

“No Master…but I thought…”

“Leave the thinking to me slave.”

“Shall I put them back on Master?”

“Did I ask you a question slave?”

“No Master.”

“Then you better shut up before I need to punish you very harshly, you’ve already earned yourself 20 lashes for doing something without being ordered to do it.”

Then I shouted, “INSPECTION!”

Now that was a command she understood immediately, so assumed the inspection position at once, legs spread lightly, hands behind her head, elbows out, boobs pushed forward. Not that she had all that much to push forward in that department, but it still looked very enticing.

I picked up a flogger I had strategically placed on the table behind her next to my camera and began swirling it in the air. She couldn’t see my slow approach, but she could hear the flogger swishing through the air and knew exactly what was coming. When I was close enough I hit her cute ass with just the tips of the flogger and when I did I heard a sharp intake of breath. She didn’t move though, knowing that could entail more lashes.

“Count backward from 20, slave,” I barked, after which she shouted, “20, thank you, Master.” It became immediately clear how well Jack had trained her. I continued hitting her back and butt, and she continued to count, thanking me every time I hit her. When I finished, her back and butt were slightly flushed. Since I didn’t want it all to revolve around pain, I ordered her to lie on the floor and give me 30 push-ups.

She immediately hit the deck and began pumping. This time I had her, so after she had done about 10 I asked her, “how many have you done slave?

“Euh, I don’t know Master.”

“Well you better start again then and count them out loud, I don’t want to do the counting for you slave.”

She began again and counted them till she had reached the 30 I had ordered, but in fact, she had done about 40. When finished, she lay flat on the floor. I was curious if she knew all the slave positions, so I shouted “STOOL!” and by God, she knew exactly what position to take, on her knees, forearms flat on the floor, and head bent down. I continued the test by shouting, “TABLE!” and again in a flash she moved to that position, coming up, hands flat on the floor with a nice straight back. I could have easily put a glass of wine on it, but of course, I didn’t as I had other positions in mind. It was time to go upstairs, as I wanted her to prepare me a meal like I had asked Grace to do for me.

“ATTENTION!” I shouted, after which she jumped up and took the requested position.

“OK slave let’s go upstairs for the remainder of your tasks.” I made her walk in front of me up the stairs carrying the bag with the groceries she had brought with her. The way her cute butt moved was a show on its own which I thoroughly enjoyed, and I wasn’t the only one enjoying it, judging by the way my cock was moving in my pants. By the time we were at the top of the stairs, it was rock hard, making it slightly difficult for me to take the last 4 steps of the staircase.

When we entered the apartment, completely in line with what I had my previous two 24-hour slaves do, I told her I wanted her to prepare a 3-course meal for the both of us. There was a lot of stuff in the fridge; plus what she brought with her, and I wanted it to be a surprise. One major caution I gave her, “I don’t like spicy food,” for the rest, she was totally free in what she prepared. She could start by pouring me a nice glass of Chardonnay as an aperitif, which she immediately did and surprised me by the way she brought it to me, I don’t know how she managed it but when she reached me, she dropped to her knees in front of me, while I was sitting in my easy chair and presented the glass balancing it on her flat upturned hand, held parallel with her boobs. I must say that was a circus-worthy act.

After I picked it up, and before she jumped up, I told her to pour one for herself. Although she was my slave like the two other women who lost the bet, I wanted her to have a good time as well. Going back to the kitchen, after she poured herself a glass and lifted it in salute, she took a sip, and started rummaging through the fridge in search of ingredients to prepare me a royal, probably Brazilian meal. I told her to don an apron to protect her skin from potential fat burns. She looked so cute in it I picked up my camera and started taking pictures alternated with video of her, while she was working. God, she looked so alluring, I could easily imagine that although she was his slave, Jack was thoroughly infatuated with her.

However as she was now my 24-hour slave I had to challenge her, so I snuck up on her while she was busy with all kinds of ingredients and cupped her pussy. She was a bit startled by my act but quickly got it back together again. I passed a small vibrating egg from one hand to the other and pushed it inside her already moist vagina. It was so small that she would barely feel it was there. I shoved its twin, which I had lubricated profusely, inside her rectum. This would allow me to start teasing her while sitting comfortably in my chair, enjoying my glass of Chardonnay.

I knew she was completely faithful to Jack like he was to her, so I started to think about how I was going to convince her to deceive him as I didn’t want him to give her a really bad beating for participating in that bet in London. Up to now, her back was slightly pink from the flogging in the studio, but I knew that wouldn’t satisfy Jack by any means. OK, I’ll find a reason to give her another flogging, maybe using a cane or another instrument, which would make her back and front look red instead of just pink, with maybe the occasional welt, but I was sure that wouldn’t be enough to satisfy Jack either, that’s why I had asked Bethany to help me out. Now I only needed to convince Elisa to participate in this ruse as well.

But first and foremost I wanted to arouse her, and with the two vibrating eggs in strategic places in her body, I hoped I would succeed. When I switched on the one in her pussy at low, she sort of jumped up, suddenly realizing what I’d done while touching her pussy. When after a short while, I then switched on the one in her backdoor, it had the same startling effect on her. All the while she was preparing the food I kept on changing the intensity of the vibrations, alternating between the front and the back. Regularly I heard her moan or utter a high-pitched squeak when I increased the vibrations of one or the other too high.

After 45 minutes of preparation, the meal was ready to be served. She absolutely surprised me.

The first thing she served was a small empadão, something I had tasted on one of my business trips to Brazil visiting one of the many street food stalls. When she joined me at the table she made the same mistake one of my previous slaves had made, she forgot to take off her apron, breaking the rule to always be completely naked when in a private residence, with the exception of working in a kitchen.

“Haven’t you forgotten something slave?” I asked with a chuckle. She knew immediately she’d made a mistake, but didn’t immediately catch on to which one.

“Is something wrong or missing with the food Master?” She said.

“Why are you not wearing the appropriate attire slave?” I asked pointing at the offending apron. She still didn’t catch on and looked at me with huge question marks in her eyes.

“I will have to punish you so that you remember the rule about what, or better still, what not to wear when in a private residence.”

She belatedly realized which mistake she had made, jumped up, and quickly removed the offending piece of clothing.

“I am so sorry Master, and you are right I do need to be punished.”

Maybe it was the moment I’d been waiting for to broach the subject of the ruse I wanted to play on Jack.

“You know Elisa…” I used her name instead of calling her slave to sort of create a conspirator effect, “that Jack wants me to give you a serious hiding?”

“Yes Master,” unfortunately she didn’t pick up on the conspiratorial tone I had used.

“He also said that if I didn’t punish you severely enough for participating in this wager, he would do it.”

“I am sure he will, Master, and I deserve it.”

“Maybe you heard from your sister that I enjoy some BDSM play, but I absolutely don’t want to really hurt the one I’m playing with, which is what Jack implied.”

“Yes, she told me, Master.”

“I also know you are very faithful to your Master Jack and you would never want to deceive him in any way?”

“Yes, I am Master.”

“On the other hand, today you are my slave and I’m your Master who you have to obey in everything?”

“Yes, Master Lew.”

“Well then, I’ve arranged for Bethany, you know the lady from the beauty salon, to join us tomorrow to help me create a deception for your Master Jack, to make him believe I gave you the hiding he had in mind.”

“Oh no, Master Lew we can’t do that!”

“Didn’t you just say that you have to obey me today in everything?” I said while I pushed on the remote to activate the vibrating eggs in her body to the maximum.

With her eyes cast down while moaning hard she had to agree with what I just said.

“This will be just between you, me, and Bethany, nobody else needs to know what we will be doing Elisa,” I continued turning the vibrations to a lower setting again.

“What will she do to me, Master Lew?”

“She will apply theatrical makeup to your body to make it look as if I beat you to within an inch of your life, I will take photos of that and we’ll present them to Jack as evidence I punished you as he wanted. The only thing is that you will have to make sure he won’t notice it when you return to him, could you do that?”

“That won’t be very difficult, Jack’s gone for a week to attend a congress on electronics, but it will still feel like I’m cheating him when he comes back.”

“Maybe, but it will also give you a good feeling, knowing that you, as your temporary Master, have obeyed me. After all, Jack never told you to be severely punished, he ordered me to do it, so in the end, it’s not you but me who will be deceiving him.”

I saw the cogs in her brain turn at full speed to understand what I was saying, giving her the perfect excuse to play along. To stimulate her in her thinking I played again with the vibrations in her pussy and ass again. I stopped both of them abruptly when I saw and heard she was nearing an orgasm. It’s so much fun to keep them on edge.

“So slave, now that we have an understanding, I would appreciate being served the next dish. I’ll deal with your punishment concerning breaking the clothing rule later today.”

Elisa jumped up and removed the empty appetizer dishes. Returning from the kitchen she carried a big bowl of steaming food and put it in front of me on the table. The smell alone made my mouth water.

“So slave what have we here, another of your Brazilian concoctions? I hope it won’t be too spicy as you know I’m not a big fan of spicy food.”

“No Master it is not spicy, this is called Feijoada, one of the most famous Brazilian dishes from the region of Rio de Janeiro, but it is enjoyed by almost everyone in my country, especially on weekends when the family gathers for a relaxed meal.”

“Excellent and what will I find in this famous dish of yours?”

“The main part is bean stew, a vegetable that I know you like a lot.”

“Absolutely I love beans, especially baked ones, but I guess these are different?”

“Yes, these are black beans, cooked slowly with pork. I’ve added smoked ribs I found in the freezer, which you also seem to like very much, and as you can see it is served with white rice. To complete it I should have added some farofa, which is toasted manioc flour, which gives the dish a crunchy texture, but you didn’t seem to have any manioc available. So I added some fried bananas and orange slices.”

“From your description, I can’t imagine this could be a spicy dish.”

“No, it isn’t, and to make it really authentic I serve a caipirinha with it.”

“Ah that I do know, there’s nothing better on a hot Brazilian evening after a hard day's work though I learned the hard way that while they’re so easy to drink, indulging in too many results in quite a hangover the next morning. I’ll restrict myself to two of your delicious but ooh so treacherous drinks, thank you very much.”

There was absolutely nothing I could fault her with this time, she was completely naked and served me the food before partaking herself. It was delicious and I was seriously tempted to have a third caipirinha but wisely stayed away from it. No need to tempt the hangover devils. We took our time to enjoy the dish, doing like Brazilians do, having a slow meal. That’s where I found another reason to punish her, she forgot to keep the food warm.

“Slave the food is getting cold, and I haven’t finished yet, so what shall I do, warm up your lovely Brazilian butt with a cane and then put the food on it to keep warm?”

“I’m so sorry Master, but I didn’t know you had something to keep food warm during a meal.”

“Understandable, but you didn’t ask either, now did you?”

“No Master, I made a big mistake and need to be punished for it.”

“OK, I’ll add it to your punishment for breaking the nudity rule, now get the hot plate with the tealights from the cupboard.”

“Yes, Master.”

While she was getting up to fetch the heater with the tealights, I activated the vibrating eggs again making it slightly difficult for her to move around. She stopped regularly while setting it up, being stimulated again to the verge of orgasm. I kept an eye on her to check that she didn’t cross the line. After the thing was installed and the food warmed up again we continued our wonderful meal. She didn’t eat all that much, but I could see that she did enjoy her own cooking. When we finally finished, she suggested taking a break before savoring dessert.

I proposed she took a nap on the big bed in my bedroom. Although she said she was not tired, I insisted. Taking her there I ordered her to lie flat on her back and spread her arms and legs as wide as she could. Once she’d done that I quickly secured her with ropes that I had prepared beforehand.

“So Elisa, tell me, how ticklish are you?”

“I’m very ticklish Master, I guess Master Jack told you?”

“Yes he did slave and that it was one of the things I should subject you to, he even provided me this tool,” I said while taking a few, bound-together, feathers, and wiggling them over her naked body threateningly.

“Now where shall I start teasing you? Your feet maybe,” I said while going over the soles of her feet with the feathers. She immediately began to squirm and giggle.

“Or maybe it’s better I tackle your armpits?” Moving the feathers there making sure I stayed away from her titties, although I could already see the effect my tickling had on her nipples, which had become rock hard in a few seconds. To make it more effective I activated the vibrating eggs in her pussy and ass again.

Looking her straight in the eyes, I asked her “What is a slave not supposed to do without permission?”

“CUM Master!” She shouted, “a slave is not allowed to cum without permission of her Master.”

“Yes indeed, and have you cum without my permission?”

“No Master, sometimes it was difficult with the vibrations but I have not cum without your permission.”

“Excellent!” I said while thinking “damn another reason to punish her I can’t use.”

My mission was clear I needed to make her cum, first to prove I was better at this than she had been in London, and second to have another reason to punish her. I don’t like to flog or cane someone just for fun without a specific reason to do so, that is completely against my nature and training. So I continued with the tickling, now really teasing her boobs, moving over the side of her ribcage, then going up again via her armpits to the inside of her upper arms. She was squirming like crazy, from the tickling but also from the stimulation the vibrating eggs were producing in her pussy and ass.

Returning with the feathers back over her tits, ribcage, and abdomen I slowly drew closer to her pussy. She pushed her tush into the mattress trying to shield her pussy from the feathers, but I surprised her, also staying away from it but moving towards her inner thighs, before moving back to her feet. When I had stimulated those profusely I moved up again, this time targeting her cunt and clit. When I thought I had stimulated her enough with the feathers, I decided I was going to treat myself to an early dessert. I climbed between her legs, pulled the vibrating egg out of her pussy, and replaced it with a couple of fingers.

I was determined to make her cum. I had checked my watch when I started stimulating her with the feathers in combination with the eggs and I had 5 minutes left to make her cum within 20 minutes, which I desperately wanted to prove I could do. It would be one of the 5 orgasms I had promised my slaves during the bet.

Crooking my fingers inside her I went in search of her G spot while stimulating her clit with my tongue and lips. Within the next minute, she began to squirm and moan like crazy.

After 3 minutes she moaned, “Oh Master Lew please stop, I won’t be able to keep from orgasming anymore if you keep going.”

I stopped, looked her in the eyes, and said, “Are you telling me slave Elisa that you are unable to refrain from cumming for 20 minutes like you wanted me to do during our little banter in London?”

“20 minutes? You’ve been torturing me far longer than 20 minutes today.”

“No, I haven’t, I put the cooker timer at 20 after I tied you to the bed and we are now at 18 and a half minutes.”

“Yes, but you teased me before with the eggs.”

“Of course like you girls did to me before the 20-minute wager started in London, I’m just doing to you what you did to me then, and I’m not inclined to lose this time either. When you refrain from cumming before the timer rings you win, else you lose again.”

I stopped talking and hit her clit again with my tongue, sucking on it hard while tickling her G spot with my fingers. She was squirming like crazy, trying to keep her orgasm at bay, but all of a sudden I felt her go all rigid, she held her breath and squirted all over my face. At that precise moment, the bell of the cooker timer went off. I kept licking and fingering her pussy for another 30 seconds to make sure she couldn’t deny that she came before the 20 minutes were up. When I finally pulled off of her I looked her in the eyes.

“Well, my little Brazilian vixen, what have you done?”

“I came, Master.”

“And had I given you permission to cum?”

“No, Master.”

“That’s right and on top, you came before the 20 minutes were up, just barely but you were spraying my face with your juices just before the bell rang, weren’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“So what do you think will happen now?”

“You will punish me, Master.”

“And do you deserve to be punished, slave?”

“Yes I do Master, I broke a very important rule, cumming without permission.”

“You did indeed and how should I punish you?”

She looked at me with big eyes, clearly not really knowing what to say.

“What’ll it be, a flogging, maybe another more painful punishment, some nipple torture perhaps, or shall I just fuck you in your ass?”

“I like all of these very much Master,” she said with a shy smile on her face.

“OK let’s see what I shall start with, maybe some bondage, although I’m not as good a Shibari expert as your Master Jack, but I would like to give it a try.”

I got some thin rope and began winding it around one of her small tits, it was not easy to bind an AA cup boobie, but I managed it in the end. The one I had bound quickly started to change color, first red, going to blue, and ending up light purple. By doing that the nipple had become super sensitive, so I adorned it with a nice brand-new wooden clothespin. Her second tittie quickly followed suit, with the hard sensitive nipple decorated with one of the clothespin’s siblings.

As I still had her firmly restrained spread-eagled on the bed, I picked up my flogger and began swirling it over her abdomen, just touching it with the tips on every pass. From there I moved to her thighs and then back up again, bypassing her tits to tickle the inside of her upper arms. Moving back down, I began to hit her tits in order to remove the clothespins that way. When they were off, which resulted in some serious moans from her side, I began to unwind the ropes around her cute AA cups. Again when I removed the last part of the rope she gave me a serious moan as the blood flowed back.

I continued untying her completely. When she was devoid of her restraints I ordered her on all fours, to grab the headboard with her hands, and spread her knees wide while sticking her ass out so that I had unrestricted access to her bottom and pussy for the rest of her punishment. I continued with the flogger I had used before swirling it over her upper back, again hitting it on every pass of the leather thongs. I alternated with light touches and every 4 or 5 a harder hit.

When her back had turned a nice shade of red, I put the flogger away and picked up a paddle to concentrate on her gorgeous Brazilian ass. Every time I hit her she moved a bit forward on the bed. Her pussy was again showing signs of her mounting arousal. I could already see the occasional drop of her juice slide down the inside of her thighs. The whole operation was accompanied by a steady stream of moans and sighs, alternating with the occasional high-pitched squeak when I hit harder. When I was satisfied that the color of her ass matched the color of her back I stopped with the paddle and picked up a cane.

With the cane between her upper thighs, I began to hit them. Going from left to right I hit each thigh 5 times and stopped a few seconds before giving her pussy a whack. That resulted in a loud cry, but afterward, I could see more juice flowing down the inside of her thighs. I resumed, hitting the inside of her upper thighs a number of times again followed by a direct hit on her clit. I repeated the process 4 times. Her cunt was now flowing profusely, high time for me to drink again from her fountain.

I grabbed a pillow and lay on my back on the bed between her legs, with the pillow behind my head so I could easily attack her pleasure garden with my mouth and tongue. God, she tasted so good, must be the Brazilian food we had, or does it take longer before one can taste it? On the other hand, I presumed she ate this Brazilian stuff regularly, though it seemed now more pronounced than when I ate her earlier.

I was determined to make her cum again, however long it took. I presumed she was now ready to resist me longer than before. But I had another trick up my sleeve. I slid a finger into her pussy, which I guess she was expecting, and tickled her G-spot, trying to pick up as much of her juice as possible. Then I slid the wet, slippery finger over her perineum, resulting in a satisfying moan from between her upper lips, before I moved up, placed the tip of that finger against her sphincter, and started pushing.

Thanks to her honey that had covered it, it slipped in effortlessly to the first knuckle. Wiggling it about resulted again in some serious moaning from her side. I thought that I had everything under control but wasn’t counting on her flexibility as all of a sudden she moved up and away from me to return quickly but reversed, bringing us to a perfect 69 position. Within the next 5 seconds, she had unzipped my pants, fished my cock out of them, and was happily sucking away on it.

Now that was a development I was not immediately counting on. Due to all the previous play, I had become pretty aroused myself, and I didn’t want to cum just yet. One big advantage with the way she was positioned now was that I had far better access to her backdoor than before. Taking advantage of this I slid the one finger back in, quickly followed by a second and third, opening her wide. Now that she was so nicely spread, I quickly needed to review my timing to fuck her anally. As she was a small girl I could easily turn her around again, with her on her back and me on top. I quickly grabbed her ankles and pushed them up, placing her feet next to her ears and spreading her wide while bringing her ass up, giving me perfect access.

She immediately caught on to what I had in mind, grabbed my dick, and placed it at her rear opening, all I had to do was shove it in, which was dead easy, due to the previous lubrication of her rear passage and her saliva coating my steel rod.

“Diddle your clit slave, make yourself cum!” I shouted.

As a well-trained slave, she immediately obeyed and played with one hand with her clit, while the other moved to one of her tiny but oh-so-alluring tits. Did I already tell you I like women with small tits, well if I didn’t, now you know for sure. Within the next 5 minutes, she reached the second of the five orgasms I had promised her as I did the other two slaves I had the pleasure of playing with.

It was such an overwhelming orgasm she had that she took me with her in her euphoric state, squeezing and massaging my cock with the muscles of her rectum. I ended up filling her bottom with loads of hot sticky sperm. I let go of her ankles and rolled to the side to catch my breath, not wanting to smother her. She didn’t seem to be bothered, jumped out of bed, and announced that she was going to prepare dessert. In just a few seconds, I saw her cute little Brazilian ass disappear.

Ten minutes later she reappeared carrying a nice plate with some brown balls that looked and smelled delicious.

“As a dessert, I would like to present you Brigadeiro, Master, this is a decadent Brazilian version of a chocolate truffle. I know how much you Belgian people love chocolate. To prepare this I used condensed milk, cocoa powder, and butter and covered it in shavings of Belgian milk chocolate, I hope you will like it.”

What was there not to like, aside from being an ice-cream-aholic, I very much like chocolate as well. While I was enjoying the dessert, Elisa couldn’t refrain from telling me where this particular sweet originated from. Apparently, it was created and has been very popular since World War II, it was named after a political figure, Brigadier Eduardo Gomez who was running for president in 1945. He was a very handsome chap and all the girls baked and sold the sweets to raise funds for his campaign.

We enjoyed the dessert together in bed; with the plate parked on her flat stomach, sometimes even sharing a truffle between us while kissing. When it was finished I told her to shut the kitchen down, kill the lights, and join me in bed for a good night’s sleep. She could clean up and do the dishes the next day, before preparing me breakfast. After putting out the light in the bedroom I was asleep within five minutes, but judging by her regular breathing I think she beat me to it in two.

I had a wonderful dream, and waking up it turned out it wasn’t a dream at all. I had this warm wet sucking feeling around my cock when I suddenly realized I wasn’t dreaming at all. Lifting the bedcovering I looked straight into a pair of dark Brazilian eyes and saw my cock was buried deep in a fantastic sucking mouth, what a way to wake up! Elisa, my little Brazilian 24-hour slave gave me a wink, pulled her mouth off my dick and said, “Good morning Master,” and resumed swirling her magical tongue around the head of my pole, tickling the frenulum with the tip.

“Having breakfast? Are we?” I whispered.

“Mmmmhhmmmm yyeeaaah maaaeeer,” she replied not missing a beat sucking and licking my joystick.

“Well, you better hurry as I would like my breakfast too,” I replied.

It was as if she switched the vacuum cleaner to a higher setting, making it mighty difficult for me to hang on much longer prolonging the pleasure she was giving me, I might as well surrender and give her, her liquid breakfast so she could get started to prepare mine in the kitchen. She leapt out of bed and made a beeline for the kitchen. She still had to do all the cleaning up from last night, before she could start on my cooked breakfast, so that allowed me a bit of a lie-in before I had to go to the bathroom for my morning ablutions.

Coming out of the bathroom about half an hour later, I was greeted not only by the appetizing smell of fried bacon that had permeated the kitchen living room area but also by an arousing view of her sexy Brazilian butt. As far as I could make out she wasn’t even wearing an apron to protect her front from fat spatters.

I couldn’t stop myself from sneaking up on her and placing my hands on her lovely A-cups, as if providing some protection against potential harm from the frying bacon. When I did she was startled, but quickly laid her head against my shoulder.

“Breakfast will be served in a few minutes Master, please take a seat at the table.”

“And miss out on all of these goodies?” I said while letting my hands roam over her naked body, ending with copping a feel of her moist pussy. I effortlessly slid one finger inside her snatch, making a quick dash to her G spot. When I pulled it out, it was covered in her juices, so I turned her around and presented it to her mouth, which she obediently opened to allow me to slide my finger in so she could clean it.

Then I obeyed and took a seat at the breakfast table, where a glass of freshly pressed orange juice was waiting for me. The breakfast she served was precisely the way I liked it. Two fried eggs, sunny side up, crispy fried bacon, and a generous helping of baked beans.

“Did I ever mention I absolutely love baked beans, well if I never did you know now?”

While I was thoroughly enjoying the food, my little 24-hour slave finished cleaning up everything in the kitchen, leaving it spotless. I’m sure my cleaning lady Petra won’t know what hit her when she comes tomorrow morning, as I usually tend to leave the kitchen rather messy. When I looked up I didn’t immediately find my cute little slave until I looked around, she was standing in a corner of the living room in a slave wait position, Legs slightly apart, hands behind her back, looking straight ahead. After I finished breakfast I wondered if she would know all the slave positions, so I decided to test her.

“Inspection!” I shouted, and yes she immediately jumped into that position, legs slightly further open with her hands behind her head. I moved up from the table and walked toward where she was. Again I couldn’t refrain from letting my hands wander over her olive body. When I came to her boobs, I pinched the nipples, which had become hard, probably due to my caressing her sensitive areas. As she had been busy cooking and cleaning since she got out of bed I thought it was high time that she got cleaned herself up as well.

“Go to the bathroom slave and clean yourself in the shower, I want you spic and span, ready to receive the remaining punishment you accrued yesterday.”

“Yes Master,” she said with a slight giggle and made a beeline for the bathroom.

“You’ve got 15 minutes!” I shouted after her just before she closed the door.

This gave me some time to figure out what I was going to do with her until about eleven when she would have to start preparing lunch to be ready when Bethany arrived. I did promise her a nice lunch to compensate her for her efforts doing the make-up on Elisa’s body.

It would be necessary to have some visible marks on her body, one of which would be a nice red tone to her skin, proving I flogged her. When I took the photos for Jack’s benefit, I intended to have her bound as well, that way there would be fewer areas to be made up and it would look more genuine, I hoped. The photos I was definitely going to do in the studio, so I could fully control the lighting and I could do some scenes with her strung up, with her beautiful naked body fully stretched.

She proved to me yesterday she could take a lot of punishment so I also intended to make a short video of me hitting her body with a bullwhip while it curled nicely around her alluring naked form. Just a few hits would do the trick, and I knew she could take that. Bethany would then have to fill in the blanks with her make-up, showing serious dark red to purple welts on her back and thighs. I sure hoped that she had looked up how to do all that.

Before I realized how long I had been figuring out what to do, the fifteen minutes I allowed her to use the bathroom were up and she appeared back in the living room, smelling like roses. She took up again where she left off, in the same corner of the living room in an inspection position, pushing her lovely little boobs out.

“Waitress!” I said, and yes she immediately jumped in the position, one leg cocked over the other arms out on both sides of her body with her hands turned up at the level of her titties. I wondered if I would be able to fault her, making her liable for punishment, so I continued.

“Nadu!” and again in a flash, she was on her knees, spreading them wide, so that her shaved pussy was clearly visible, her hands resting palms upwards on her thighs, her head bowed looking at the floor.

Maybe I could trick her, there was a position that was not so well known and not commonly used, so maybe Jack hadn’t taught her that one.

“Oscar!” I yelled.

And yes I had her, she looked at me with huge question marks in her eyes, not knowing what to do.

“Well slave, I said Oscar, why didn’t you assume the position?”

“I, I...don’t know what to do Master, I’ve never heard of that position.”

“Are you familiar with the statue of the film Oscars?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And do you know what the statue looks like?”

“More or less Master.”

“So imitate what you know then.”

She sort of stood up in the Egyptian position, crossing her arms over her chest, hands at the top of her boobs. Basically, she did a very good job; the Oscar statue figure indeed held a very long sword, pointing down with his hands crossed over his abdomen, above his navel, if he were to have one.

“Nice try but wrong slave.”

“Can you please teach me, Master?”

“OK, take the attention position, and now make two fists and place them one above the other on your abdomen below your boobs as if you’re holding a stick, with your elbows on each side, pointing downward.”

“Like this Master?” She asked when she finished.

“Yes, now it’s correct,” as a final test, I shouted “Humble,” she was clearly familiar with that position as she performed it flawlessly.

“OK slave, as punishment for your failure to execute the previous position I’ll give you 10 swats with a flogger, followed by another 10 with the cane.”

The position she was in was perfect to administer the 20 swats to her alluring Brazilian butt. I don’t know what it is but Brazilian women do have unique bottoms, not as big as black girls’ nor like the usually skinnier butts of white girls.

“Count backward from 20.” Whack!

“20, thank you, Master,” she added without even being asked.

I began swirling the flogger and hit her behind with every pass, she counted down nicely on every hit, adding a small squeak every time I hit a bit harder. When she reached 11, I replaced the flogger with the cane and resumed the punishment. This, I knew was a lot more painful, but she refrained from uttering any additional sound aside from the counting. By the time I had finished her butt looked red, with a number of blueish welts from the cane.

“Inspection!” I shouted at the end of her punishment, which she again took immediately and flawlessly.

“OK slave, let’s see what we can do with these cute nippies of yours, they seem to be begging to be played with. I remember something you volunteered for at the New Year party when you were astride the Spanish horse. Aside from the buckets on your feet weighing you down and adding pressure to your pussy pushed against the top beam of the horse, you also had little buckets attached to your nipple clamps where your fans could deposit coins, adding to the weight. Unfortunately, I’m your only fan here so I won’t be attaching buckets to the clamps but simple kitchen weights from the antique scales I have in the kitchen. I used those a long time ago when I played one of the first times with Astrid under the guidance of Tanja where I had to improvise as well.

While Elisa had been in the bathroom I had, aside from the floggers, gotten a few other toys out, Japanese nipple clamps for punishment, a Magic Wand, a few other dildos, and a fairly large vibrating egg for pleasure. After all, I had to find ways to make her cum at least another 3 times to abide by the rules agreed upon for the wager. The Japanese nipple clamps I possessed had soft silicone ends, not hard plastic or even toothed metal ones. The idea was to pinch the nipples, but not harm them.

They would become painful enough when I started adding weights to them. In the position she was in, I had full and unrestricted access to her small, but oh-so-alluring boobs and nipples. I know I shouldn’t do this but I couldn’t resist giving them both a lick and sucking on them. I blame my attraction to breasts on my suspicion that my mother never breastfed me, although I don’t really know if she did or didn’t.

It made it a lot easier to attach the clamps because now her nipples were beautifully hard and long. When they were in place I immediately attached a few of the old kitchen weights with a thin wire. I reckoned by the time I had finished she had about 150 grams hanging from each nipple. Normally they use weights that are specially designed to be attached to these clamps, but I didn’t have those, so I had to improvise with what I had. This would not hinder her in preparing lunch.

Maybe something that could cause her some discomfort during cooking would be what I next had as a target, her alluring labia. Dropping to my knees so I could take a better look at them, they seemed to beg me to clamp them too. But again I had to improvise, not having a second pair of Japanese butterfly clamps available I used wooden clothespins. As it would be difficult to add weights to them I just restricted myself to applying two pins on her outer pussy lips on each side.

This setup also allowed me to insert the vibrating egg in her cunt. In comparison to the small ones I had used before, she clearly felt this one when I pushed it into her vagina. It was not switched on when I did, the idea was to play with it via the remote while she was busy preparing lunch.

First I wanted to stimulate her with a Magic Wand. To allow me to do that easily I needed her in a different position. The perfect opportunity to test her knowledge of slave positions again.

“Doll!” I shouted.

Believe it or not but she knew exactly what to do, dropping to the floor on her back, knees bent, feet flat on the floor legs wide open to give me easy access to her genital area, hands also flat on the floor next to her hips. I immediately put the wand against her clit and turned it to high. Within the next 15 seconds, her breathing increased and I heard little moans escaping from her upper lips.

“You know what you’re not allowed to do slave?”

“Yes, Master I’m not allowed to cum unless you give me permission.”

“Excellent, and how long do you think you can hold off?”

“As long as it takes Master.”

“Good answer slave, I’ll even help by distracting you with my flogger.”

“Thank you, Master.”

I began flogging her abdomen and thighs with the flogger, occasionally also passing over her boobs, taking care I didn’t hit too hard and remove the nipple clamps. I kept this up for about 10 minutes, after which both of my arms started to tire, the left one holding the wand pressed against her pussy and the right one wielding the flogger. Her front also had turned a nice shade of red. Maybe time to move to her back to keep it in balance.

So I shouted, “Wall!”

She jumped up as if I had touched her with a live wire, looking around for the nearest wall, and moved to it in a flash, assuming the required position. Standing on tiptoe, legs spread, hands crossed above her head pressed against the wall. Her beautiful back and alluring Brazilian ass now completely exposed for a good flogging.

“I’m afraid my dear I will have to punish you again for taking too long to assume the required position. You should have known when I announced I was going to test you on slave positions where there was a wall available, after all this position is a very common one you should have anticipated.”

“Yes master,” she replied.

“You really want to be punished, don’t you, I didn’t ask a question so there was no need for you to speak to your Master. To remind you to stay silent I’ll add another 20 swats with the cane to the 20 with the flogger you earned by taking too long to assume the requested wall position.”

“I…” Interrupting her immediately I said, “Are you looking for another 20 with the paddle as well?” She immediately shut up.

“Well slave this was a direct question, answer your Master when he asks you a question.”

“I’m so sorry Master, I will be silent when you don’t ask me a question, and no I’m not looking for an additional 20 swats with the paddle.”

“Excellent, I’ll overlook your mistake this time. But don’t forget to count backward during your punishment, or the 20 will be added after all.”

She stayed silent as I hadn’t asked her a direct question. This verbal intermezzo had given my arms the rest they need to resume the punishment by starting to swat her back with the flogger. She counted backward dutifully starting from 20 as requested. By the time I had finished her back matched the nice red color of her front. Before replacing the flogger with the cane, I increased the vibrations of the egg embedded in her pussy, bringing her back to the edge of an orgasm, and stopped. She was moaning and breathing hard and fast like crazy. She made no mistake aside from producing those noises so there was no need to increase her punishment.

Picking up the cane I concentrated on her pretty Brazilian butt, alternating the hits between the two cheeks, making sure they each got their fair share of attention. Slowly but surely her butt started to show very visible vicious-looking blue welts. If Beth could add similar fake ones to her back and front, I think we could fool Jack into believing I gave her the hiding of a lifetime. I planned to make it even more dramatic by taking her down to the studio for the photos and maybe even shooting a short video of me applying a bullwhip to her gorgeous body. For now, it was high time I got her started on lunch as Beth would arrive within the next 30 minutes, and I had promised her a nice meal.

Again, like the evening before, she donned the apron, and she surprised me with how efficiently she went to work in the kitchen. While she was slaving at the stove and oven, I kept on teasing her by activating the vibrating egg in her cunt. When I set it at low I didn’t get much reaction from her, but when I moved it to max she made a small jump and gave me a giggle, quickly followed by some serious moaning and rapid breathing. As before, I brought her close to the edge and then stopped everything. A few times I could see she was struggling to keep from orgasming when I pushed her to or even maybe slightly over her limit, but she persevered, though sometimes just barely.

At 12 o’clock precisely, the bell rang announcing the arrival of Bethany. After a quick look at the monitor, to make sure it wasn’t somebody else, I opened the front door with the remote. Beth came up carrying the big suitcase I had seen before when she was doing the make-up of the models showing Astrid’s clothing lines.

“Hello Beth, I see you came prepared?”

“I only hope I can do what you want me to do, as it’s been a long time since I did this kind of make-up.”

“I’m sure you will dear.”

“I spent most of my free time going over my books from school again to figure out how I was going to do it, but I guess I’ve got a pretty good idea of how to tackle the challenge.”

“I knew I could count on you dear, come in and take the load off, my slave has prepared us a Brazilian feast.”

Elisa turned around to look at Beth, whom, as far as I know, she had never met.

“So this is your 24-hour help,” Beth said looking Elisa over.

“Not my help dear but my slave.”

“And have you already had some fun with her?”

“I can’t complain, and I think I kept my slave very happy as well.”

“Yes I can see, she’s got some nice welts on her butt.”

“And it’s these I want you to make with your brushes or whatever you use to create the illusion she was severely chastised for the mistake, well at least according to Jack, she made in London.”

“Do you think with the way she looks now he won’t be satisfied?”

“Knowing Jack, he won’t be, he loves his Elisa very much but he requires total obedience from her and certainly no extra-curricular activities like the one she participated in during her trip to London with her friend Linda.”

“OK I’ll take your word for it, I don’t know Jack like you seem to know him.”

“He’s a great guy and would even walk through fire for his Elisa, but she can’t take any personal initiatives.”

“Oh, that bad hey?”

“Well, it’s what they agreed upon when they signed their contract. But let’s not dwell on that, let’s enjoy the excellent lunch my slave has prepared for us, and if it’s anything like what she prepared last night, you are in for a very nice Brazilian surprise.”

“I’m curious, I’ve never had Brazilian food before.”

“OK slave, bring it on, and like last night explain to our guest and me what it is you are serving.”

“Yes Master,” she replied while putting a pot on the table with the first dish.

“This is Arroz e Feijão, Master, Brazilian rice and brown beans. This is one of the most typical Brazilian lunch dishes. I prepared them separately and today I serve them with a small omelet and a piece of chicken with onions accompanied by a basic tomato/lettuce salad.”

“It looks and smells delicious Elisa,” Beth said.

“It’s a cultural and typical meal, dependent on the region the omelet or chicken can be replaced by some other ingredients, but this is the way my mom used to prepare it. The combination of grains and vegetables delivers a broad range of nutrients and substantial calories…”

“Oh boy there goes my figure!” Beth exclaimed interrupting Elisa.

“Well dear don’t forget we Belgians don’t eat to live but live to eat,” I couldn’t refrain from saying.

“But please Elisa continue, you were saying something about this other stuff you’re presenting to us.”

“Thank you, Master, I have also made some famous Brazilian cheese bread to go with your meal.”

“Oh lovely, I had heard about it but never had a chance to taste it,” Beth said while she quickly grabbed one and immediately bit into it, “Oh it’s still warm, Lew you should definitely taste this, it’s soooo goooood,” she continued, happily munching away.

After serving our meal, Elisa moved back to the corner in the room taking up a wait position. I couldn’t resist increasing the vibrations of the egg embedded in her pussy. Her moaning increased and I saw she had problems staying still.

As it had been a while since I saw Beth, I asked her how she was doing.

“God Lew, what can I say, I’m going through a lot of batteries since I last saw you.”

“No more dating?”

“No, absolutely not, I’ve had my fill of that after the disastrous date I had when I came running to you.”

“Oh dear we need to do something about that, but, maybe first we need to do something about our little slave here.”

“What do you mean? What do we need to do?”

“Have you looked at her?”

“No, but now that you mention it, it seems she’s in trouble, what is happening to her?”

“I put a vibrating egg in her vagina and I had it going at top speed all the time she was serving us and standing in the corner there, and I think she’s having trouble not cumming.”

“Why isn’t she cumming then?”

“Because she’s not allowed to.”

“You mean you are stimulating her and she’s not allowed to cum?”

“Yes.”

“That’s cruel.”

“It’s the faith of a slave, she’s only allowed to cum if her Master allows her.”

“And who is her Master?”

“Today I am.”

“So, stop torturing her and let this poor girl cum.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, or shall I tell her to cum?”

“You’re not her Master she won’t if you tell her.”

“Then you tell her, I can’t watch this poor thing suffering anymore.”

“Slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You can cum.”

“Thank you, Master,” she said immediately cumming like crazy, squirting all over herself and the floor.”

“Waw, Lew that poor girl was clearly in distress, shame on you for making her suffer like that.”

“It’s all part of the bet Beth, but it’s not all about pain though, one of the rules is that I have to make them cum at least 5 times during their 24-hour-slavery period.”

“And is this the first time you made her cum?”

“No this is orgasm number 3, so 2 more to go before 6 this evening.”

By the time Elisa had finished with her orgasm and had dutifully cleaned up around her we were ready for our dessert, which again was a very nice surprise. And again we got the whole story behind it.

“The dessert I want to serve you is called Canjica, it contains white maize pieces combined with milk, coconut milk, and condensed milk and is sprinkled with cinnamon. It’s often served at the annual June festival, but is much too delicious to preserve for just one day a year.”

“Oh my God Elisa, you are really spoiling us.”

“It’s my pleasure, Mistress Beth,” she replied.

“Ah now she’s acknowledged you as Mistress, you can make her do things for you if you wish.”

“You mean like anything?”

“Yes, anything.”

“Even sexual things?”

“Yes even sexual things, she sucked my dick this morning to wake me up.”

“Would she eat my pussy, you think?”

“Why don’t you ask her?”

“Elisa?”

“Yes Mistress Beth I would love to eat your pussy, I love eating pussy.”

Beth looked at Elisa and then at me with big eyes, her mouth wide open in surprise this was going so easily.

“You know what girls, why don’t you make yourselves comfortable on the sofa, while I clean up.”

“Oh no Master Lew I will do the cleanup,” Elisa said.

“Unless you want a real painful flogging, you will do as I say, slave, now go and eat Beth’s pussy and I want to hear and see her cum, and if she wants to she will eat your pussy as well and maybe let you cum as well.”

“Yes Master Lew,” they replied almost in unison, with Beth sporting a big smile on her face, followed by a wink.

“Oh before I forget, Beth can you remove the clamps from my slave’s body, and pull out the vibrating egg please?”

“All of the clamps?”

“Yes, I think it would be more enjoyable for both of you, as you may wish to play with Elisa’s cute titties and finger her pussy maybe?”

They adjourned to the sofa, where Beth pulled her skirt up to her waist, after which, Elisa removed her panties and dove in, licking and sucking around, and in her pussy. It didn’t take long for Beth to start moaning alternated with some high-pitched mewls when I guessed, Elisa did something special with her mouth or a finger, which I had also seen moving between Beth’s legs.

Do I need to tell you I grabbed my camera after putting away the dishes and stacking them in the dishwasher?

15 minutes later, Beth was completely naked and on the floor in a 69 position with Elisa, both of them moaning and producing mousy little squeaks. Beth clearly nearing her second orgasm and Elisa number four. From the way they were going at it, my guess was that this was going to be a multiple orgasm for both of them.

By 3:30 in the afternoon, they were both lying on the sofa recovering from all the pussy play and a string of orgasms. I lost track of how many they had both, but I’m sure Elisa was well past the 5 promised ones already. High time to put Beth to work with her paints and brushes.

“Chop, chop, ladies time to get the fake show on the road, would you care to come with me to the studio, so you can do your magic Beth and I can take the photos I promised Jack?”

We went downstairs, with Beth not even caring to get dressed again, she did take her suitcase with her paints and brushes with her though. To make it easy for her I put cuffs on Elisa and attached them to one of the winches I had in the studio and pulled her up, so that she was standing on tiptoe, her stunning olive body completely stretched.

Beth got to work painting and sticking all kinds of stuff onto Elisa’s body. After half an hour, Elisa looked as if she had come out of a horror movie with thick welts all over the front and back of her body. Beth had really done a wonderful job on her butt, it looked so real I asked her if it hurt.

“No Master I didn’t feel a thing, though it tickled a lot when Mistress Beth was applying it,” she replied with a giggle.

“Great let’s take the photos then, but before we do I’m going to suspend you above the floor.”

I also put leather cuffs on her ankles and secured them to a spreader bar, making it look even more horrendous, and pulled her up to a foot above ground level. She started to slowly spin, allowing me to take pictures from all sides. For the final show, I needed the assistance of Beth again.

“How good are you at filming things Beth?”

“You mean with a video camera?”

“Yes.”

“I have a small one that I use when I’m on vacation, so I guess I wouldn’t have a problem filming her if you wish, but why don’t you do it yourself?”

“Because my dear I will be wielding the bullwhip, tickling her ribcage with it.”

“You‘re actually going to whip her?”

“Yes, how else am I going to convince Jack that the welts are real and so numerous?”

“Yeah, you’re maybe right, OK I’ll do my best to film you.”

I picked up the bullwhip I had ready and wielded it in the air where it made its normal loud crack sound.

“Here I go Beth, start filming.”

The first time I hit Elisa, the whip curled nicely around her body, she didn’t give out a sound. During the next few, she stayed silent as well.

“Sorry girls but this is no good in this way, I need you to cry out in pain Elisa when I hit you.”

“But Master Jack doesn’t allow me to cry out Master Lew.”

“Well darling I’m not Master Jack, I’m Master Lew and I want to hear you cry out,” I replied while hitting her again with the whip.”

“Auwsh!” she said.

“Come on girl, I want to hear you cry out, what you did sounded so fake, should I hit harder?”

“Master Jack hits me usually much harder Master Lew.”

“OK, here I go,” I said, wielding the whip in the air and hitting her hard, well I hit her hard in my opinion.

“Master Lew, if you will allow me to say, Master Jack would say you hit like a pussy.”

Did she say that to make me angry and hit her really hard, I don’t know, but it did piss me off a bit, so I hit hard.

“Aaaahhhh!” She cried out, which was exactly the effect I wanted to achieve, so I continued hitting her with the same force. That resulted in some powerful cries from her side. From the corner of my eye, I saw that Beth had stopped filming.

”Why do you stop filming Beth?”

“I think you’ve hurt the girl enough, this is no fun anymore.”

“Yeah you’re right, are you OK Elisa?”

“Yes Master Lew, I’m fine, I loved the last ones you gave me.”

“Really?”

“Yes Master Lew really, I’m getting all aroused again.”

And she was I could see some juices flowing from her pussy which was kept open wide thanks to the spreader bar. I couldn’t resist touching her slipping a couple of fingers into her vagina. They came out completely covered in her honey.

“Jeez Lisa, I had no idea that you could really get so aroused being flogged that way,” Beth said.

“Yes Mistress Beth, this is what BDSM is all about, and I am a pain slut, or so everybody keeps telling me.”

“Can I hit her Lew?” Beth asked.

“Oh yes please Master Lew let her,” Elisa almost shouted.

“Well just for speaking out of turn I will allow her, but don’t come complaining afterward that it really hurts.”

I had seen Beth play with Petra when she was doing the preparatory sketches for the paintings she had promised Tanja. OK, this was different from the doctor play then, so I wondered how she was going to go about it. I exchanged the video camera for the whip with Beth and got quickly out of the way as she began to wield it in the air producing loud cracking sounds. With the third pass, she hit Elisa’s body, and judging by the cry the latter uttered it was hard, very hard. I immediately began to film again. I must say that Beth was a natural, she clearly was more of a dom than a sub. Maybe I should mention this to Tanja, the club was always looking for female doms to control hetero men who like to be in a sub position. I knew they had one or two gay male doms, but as far as I knew no Mistress, aside from Tanja herself.

I kept on filming as Beth was giving Elisa a serious flogging and judging by the amount of juice that was dripping out of her pussy, the latter was just loving it. Based on the noises she was making I’m pretty sure she came a few times. In the end, I had to stop Beth, or else the fake welts would turn into real ones, and that was not what I wanted to happen.

Taking Elisa down and removing the cuffs I tenderly touched her abused body. Beth, like she had when we were in the club with Petra, had gotten a couple of fluffy towels to wrap around Elisa and herself. Looking at the clock I saw that it was already 5:30 pm. In half an hour Elisa’s slave period would be over and we needed to remove all the make-up from her body, so I took the girls back upstairs so Elisa could take a nice hot shower. When she emerged from the bathroom, it was ten to six, she had a big smile on her face.

“So did you enjoy your 24-hour slave period dear?” I asked.

“I absolutely did Master Lew, but I must say I liked the last part best.”

“You mean when Beth was playing with you?”

“Oh yes, she can flog me any time she wants, she made me cum as I’ve never cum before.”

“Waw, Beth, I never saw that in you, OK I know you torture pussies when you wax them, but this is quite different.”

“Yeah I’m surprised myself as well, I never thought I would enjoy inflicting pain on other people like I did Elisa.”

“Maybe you should apply for a position as Mistress in the club, I know Tanja is desperately looking for one.”

“Yes maybe I should, but will that help me to reduce my use of batteries?”

“If you have a slave you can always order him to pleasure you orally and if you want to be fucked, you can always ask me nicely.”

“And would you do that for me then?”

“For a certain fee, I might consider it.”

“Are you contemplating a career as a gigolo instead, or on top of photography Lew?”

“Who knows, would you book me?”

“If you’re not too expensive I might consider it.”

“That’s not too reassuring, I think I’ll continue as I am and keep giving it away for free.”

“Good decision Lew.”

I heard my alarm clock go off in the bedroom.

“Isn’t that a bit late to get up Lew?” Beth wanted to know.

“No dear that means that Elisa’s time as my 24-hour slave is over, she is now free to go and do what she wants.”

“Thank you Elisa for a wonderful time, if ever you want to place a bet again, you know where to find me.”

“I don’t think that Jack would appreciate me doing such a thing again, but it was great fun.”

“Oh, by the way, can I book you some time to prepare one of those delicious Brazilian meals again?”

“You can ask Jada, she knows all the recipes as well, and I’m sure she’ll be happy to cook for you.”

“Good to know, so Beth if I ever invite you again for dinner, you know what you will get and who prepared it.”

“I hope this isn’t the last time you ask me over for dinner… and whatever else you could have in mind.”

“OK, but allow me to recover from these last 24 hours before you call me.”

Both girls were packed and ready to go. For Beth it was just a short walk, I had absolutely no idea where Elisa and Jack lived, but I guessed, since she came on foot yesterday, it couldn’t be all that far away, maybe Tanja knows. I made a mental note to ask here one of these days, purely out of curiosity.