Bill nodded his head in understanding as Peggy stepped aside and all eyes were on me as I began to disrobe. I had no idea where this was going to lead. I knew that I would sure go for some of that face that Peggy had boasted about earlier. I wondered if she would allow Bill to serve me before the night was over. I hoped so. As I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it, I thought that it would be silly to worry about hanging my clothes up and just dropped it to the floor next to me. I made no attempt to turn this into a strip tease but continued slowly since that he been the instruction that Peggy had given me. As I unsnapped my bra, my friend continued to taunt her husband. "Bill, look at Gloria's breasts. Imagine the nipples in your mouth. And, in your imagining, if you dare to get a hard-on, you can look forward to a whipping that you will long remember. My nipples were hard little nubbins as they reacted to the cool basement air coming into contact with them. Dropping my bra atop my discarded blouse, I immediately began removing my skirt. I could feel Bill starring at my increasingly nude body and I like the feeling of his desire. I found myself hoping that I could make him hard at the sign of my naked body. Somehow that seemed like it would be the ultimate compliment to my sexiness - to react to my nudity in spite of the punishment that he knew would follow such disobedience to his orders. My skirt joined the growing pile of clothing at my feet and I inserted my thumbs into the waist-band of the bikini-panties that I was wearing, slipping them to my knees and stepping out of them. Remembering the clean-shaven pubes of my friend, I felt unsightly in my unshaven state - in spite of the fact that I always kept myself well trimmed for the smallest of bikinis year round. I felt a bit awkward standing naked, not six feet in front of Bill, waiting for I knew not what. I didn't have to wait long. "Thank you, Gloria. Step forward now and stand directly in front of Bill, with your nipples just slightly grazing his chest." I moved quickly to comply with Peggy's order and felt an immediate jolt of electricity as my body touched the warm, nude, male body in front of me. "Remember, Bill. I told you not to get hard. I'm going to note the time on the wall clock. When five minutes have passed, so have you - if you avoid getting an erection. If you get hard, God help you." My loins were on fire and I could feel a throbbing in my abdomen. I had been quickly thrust from the role of a passive observer into an active role of a player on their stage. I resolved then and there to go along with whatever Peggy said and to follow her orders to wherever this drama led me. Throughout her recitation this morning, and during the activities of the evening thusfar, I had felt more alive and excited than I had felt in a long time. I knew that a lot of the excitement was due to the forbidden nature of these activities but I also knew that I had been growing bored lately with the state of my sex life. Dave and I were, I supposed, like most couples who have been married for twenty-plus years. He was busy with his job and often lacked the desire to pursue me during the week. With rare exceptions, we made love no more than once a week, three weeks per months. One week without sex during my monthly. Dave and I had talked about this many times and were both less than happy with this state of affairs. We both remembered the early days of our marriage when we would have sex on a nightly basis - or, more often. We both missed those days but lacked the knowledge as to how we could do anything about it. We had simply drifted into habits that neither one of us liked - but, neither one of us knew how to change. The thought that this radical lifestyle could lead, once again, to an active sex life with the man that I loved, was truly exciting. Before tonight, and the hope that it seemed to provide, I had pretty much given up on ever regaining our sexual fervor of the past. For this reason, I resolved to go along with whatever Peggy cooked up. I hoped that whatever she had in mind, it would include me finding some relief for the sexual desire that I had built up during this most bizarre day. "Would you like to serve her, Bill?" With this question, Peggy reached to the gag and unbuckled the straps holding it in place. Removing the gag from his mouth, Peggy strode to her implements table and returned it to the other paraphernalia laying there. As I watched her turn and walk to the snack bar at the end of the room, I felt something brush against my belly and looked down to see what the source of the sensation was. I was more than a little surprised (and pleased) to see the fully erect penis there and almost stepped back before I realized that it was precisely what I had hoped for. I looked Bill in the eye and could see a pleading there. He knew, as I did, that he was in for it as soon as his wife saw the evidence of his arousal. The allotted five minutes wasn't nearly past and the tip of his cock was now a steady pressure against my belly as I saw Peggy returning to his side with a glass of water. "I thought that you might like something to drink, honey." As she held the glass for Bill to drink,, Peggy looked down and saw his hard dick. She smiled at me, then at Bill. The smile had the self satisfied smirk of the imp that she had displayed earlier and I knew that she was having fun with this. "My, oh my, Bill. Whatever can this be?" Reaching down and grasping his cock with her hand. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I couldn't help it." "Did I give you permission to speak, Bill? You forget yourself. Did I ask you a question? Is this any way to demonstrate your training to Gloria? You've disappointed me, Bill. And, as I promised, you'll pay for it. "Can I touch him?" I think that I was as surprised as Peggy to hear my voice utter such a question. Smiling at me with what looked like approval, Peggy simply nodded her hand and removed her hand from Bill's hardness. I immediately replaced her hand with my own and felt the pulsing, warm hardness of Bill's throbbing penis in the palm of my hand. My other hand traveled, seemingly of its own volition, around his hip and cupped one fiery hot buttock. "Will you let me whip him?" Again, I found it impossible to believe that these words were actually coming out of my mouth.

I had never imagined myself in such a circumstance with Peggy and Bill and found myself going with the flow as I would never have guessed myself capable. With the same approving smile, Peggy assented. "I'll let you whip him later. For now, I want to take a break and let Bill go shower. He smells like a goat and, if he is to serve us this evening, I want him to smell clean. "I want you to remove the straps from him, Gloria. That way, you'll know how to put him back into his bondage later when you whip him. Go ahead, now, and release him." Her words rang in my head as I stooped down to Bill's ankles and released them from the bolts in the floor. While unfastening the first ankle, I noticed that I was at eye level to his hard, delicious looking penis and was tempted to take it into my mouth. I was afraid, though, of how Peggy would react to my actions without her permission. I kept in mind, though, that Peggy had said he would serve "us" - I like the sound of that and looked forward to feeling his lips and tongue on my yearning body. As I stood on tiptoe and reached above his head to release his wrists, my breasts brushed his face. I knew that if Bill could have his way, his tongue would be licking those nipples and making love to those breasts. Bill was now totally free and he looked to Peggy for instructions. "Gloria, Bill and I have developed many rituals over the past months. One of those rituals would normally call for him to give me a thorough "submissive kiss" as his way of thanking me for the punishment that he has just endured. "Since, however, you are dressed for the honor, I want you to turn around and bend over, with your hands on your knees. Bill, assume the position of worship." Looking over my shoulder at Bill, I saw him drop to his knees and place his hands behind his back. "Bill, you may commence your ass worship. Remember, as you apply your lips and tongue, that this woman, Gloria, our friend of over twenty years, is going to whip you later. Perhaps, if you show her the proper respect now, she might go lighter on you later." Before Peggy had finished speaking I had felt Bill insinuate his face between my buttocks, extend his tongue, and begin licking my crack in earnest. He began licking my cheeks, one then the other, before returning to my crack and following it from top to bottom and back to the top. I wondered if I would get to feel the sensation of his tongue in my anus when Peggy spoke again. "OK, Bill. Let her feel the joy of your submissive kiss. Let her feel your tongue in her anus. Show Gloria how much you are willing to submit to her total authority. Show her how much you appreciate the privilege of touching her so intimately with your mouth." My pussy was a burning inferno. I longed to feel Bill's lips there but resigned myself, for now, to enjoying the delightful sensations that he was producing in my butt with his zealous application of lips and tongue in a manner that I had never before experienced. "That will do for now, Bill. Get up now and go shower. I'll see you back here in thirty minutes. Now, go." Bill ceased his devoted ministrations to my behind and scampered up the basement stairs. I almost shouted after him in my frustration. At that moment, I knew that my mind was a jumble of conflicting emotions. For starters, even though Bill had reached the top of the stairs and was well on his way to the shower, I had maintained my position, bent over at the waist, with my hands on my knees.

I felt self conscious but I stayed in position. I waited. I waited for Peggy to tell me what to do. "So, Gloria, why are you still in position? Do you expect me to continue where Bill stopped? Or, do you want me to spank that cute little bottom of yours?" Confused and embarrassed, I started to rise but stopped abruptly at the sound of Peggy speaking again. "Stop. Stay in position, Gloria. Did I tell you that you could break position?" "No." "No, what?" "No, ma'am." "Good girl." I felt terribly vulnerable in my nudity as I watched Peggy walk over to stand at my side. I shivered as I felt her hand on my lower back. In all the years that we had known each other, we had never, ever, had any sexual contact. We had talked about bisexuality before and I had once had a vivid dream of going down on Peggy. The dream had shaken me up and I had never tried to put the dream into action. Nor, had I ever told Peggy of it. Peggy allowed her hand to travel past my hips and begin caressing my buttocks lightly. I was incredibly turned on and hoped that she would continue. "What would you do if I asked you to endure a paddling for me, Gloria? You said that you want to whip bill and I told you that I would let you do so before the evening is over. "There will be a catch, though. If you still wish to whip Bill later on, you must understand that I will only allow you to do so if you agree to my stipulations. First, I will insist that you submit to a paddling at my hands. A paddling on the bare.

A paddling that will surely elicit tears. "Second, I will expect you, after your paddling, to serve me. I know that you know what I mean by that but I want to be absolutely certain of this. "When you serve me, I will require you to lick and suck my pussy. You will lick and suck me until I have as many orgasms as I wish. When I tire of your mouth on my pussy, I will require you to perform anal worship. Only your submissive kiss will earn you the privilege of whipping Bill. "For now, I want you to keep your answer to yourself. Do you understand everything that I've said, Gloria? Answer me." "Yes, ma'am." "Good girl." This, said with a smack to my proffered bottom! "Now, go upstairs and get us another bottle of wind and the corkscrew." "Yes, ma'am." At this, I stood and walked to the stairs, totally nude, and totally mystified by my own unprecedented behavior. I felt light headed as I ascended the stairs on my way to the kitchen and the wine. I found it odd, to say the lease, to be walking through the house naked. My body was more than naked; the surface of my skin was super-sensitized. I felt a heat running through me that was almost frightening in its intensity. As I padded down the hall and into the kitchen, I could hear the sounds of Bill in the bathroom. I had only a vague idea of where we would travel on this kinky journey of discovery later this night but I knew that I was along for the ride, wherever the road led to. I had definitely taken a "detour in human behavior" and I was like a tourist who wants to see everything along the tour bus route. Walking back to the basement door with a fresh bottle of white wine, I again heard the sound of the shower and was tempted to set the bottle on the floor and sneak into the shower for a quick ravishing of Bill. Tempted, that is, until I thought of what Peggy might do if she caught me. Even this thought caused me to have ambivalent emotions. One the one hand, I felt apprehension at the idea of punishment. On the other, the anticipation of the paddling that I knew I would experience before the evening was over, caused me a uniquely intense arousal that was almost "cozy" in nature. Dismissing my fantasy of shower fun, I quickened my step and skipped down the basement stairs with the bottle and corkscrew.

My breasts bounced and quivered as I descended the stairs and I felt Peggy staring at my nude body. I felt like a naked servant girl as I approached Peggy with the wine. It was as if I hoped to earn some brownie points by my acquiescence to her orders. I knew that I was psyching myself but also realized that the psych was part of the excitement. "Put the wine on the bar and come here first, Gloria." Without a thought of disobeying, I hastened to follow my "orders" and soon found myself standing, still nude, in front of Peggy. I was embarrassed and reluctant to look her in the eye but, nevertheless, forced myself to confront my fears and looked directly into her smiling eyes. "I'm really looking forward to the rest of the evening, Gloria.

I know that your cute little butt will look even cuter when I have reddened it with the paddle. You should understand that this paddling will have quite an impact on you because of your gender. "The nature of the female anatomy is such that the heat generated from a paddling travels quickly from the buttocks, between the legs, straight to your center. If you will yield to me and trust me, I will cause you to remember this night for the rest of your life. "I know that you must be afraid and with just cause. Make no mistake, Gloria. If you submit to my domination, I'll test your limits. Similarly to Bill, I would never injure you. But, also not unlike Bill, I will not hesitate to hurt you. "By your submission, you will be consenting to endure the pain that I choose to inflict upon your body. My acceptance of your submission carries with it an inherent responsibility to help you test your sincerity. The method that I will use to test your sincerity is the infliction of pain. "If you accept this proposition, you need not say a word. If you wish to spend the rest of the evening at my command and feel what Bill feels in his submissive role, you need only kneel in front of me. Now!" I felt hypnotized by the words that I was hearing. One part of me wanted to grab my clothing from the floor and run. Another part wanted to yield. Wanted to feel what I knew would be both painful and somehow complete. The later part won out. I knelt down in front of Peggy and waited to see what she would say next. "When you kneel, Gloria, you must keep your knees at least a foot apart. Your hands belong behind you, crossed at the wrists, and centered on your spine, directly over your buttocks. Very good. Now, look at me. "By kneeling before me as you now are, you are communicating your complete and total acceptance of my rule over you for the rest of the evening. Further, you are agreeing that you will obey me at all times, with no hesitation, and with no resistance. "Along with your total obedience, you are also accepting the fact that I will - and you can bet your sweet little ass on it - subject you to corporal discipline. In other words, I am going to spank your butt. I am going to paddle you. I might even give you a taste of the cane. "If you accept these terms, remain on your knees and answer me.

If you do not accept these terms or if you have any qualms, get up and leave now. I will never hold it against you if this is not what you wish. Be advised, though, that if you get up and leave, I will never again give you an opportunity to serve me. Well, do you submit?" There was no longer any doubt in my mind. As afraid as I was of what I knew would come about as a result of my total submission to Peggy, it was what I wanted with every fiber of my being. "Yes, ma'am." "Remove my skirt." I took my hands from behind my back and reached to the hem of Peggy's skirt, knowing that it was elasticized and needed only to be pulled over her hips. Lowering the hem towards her feet, I watched eagerly for the bare pussy that I had seen during her bath earlier. Peggy saw me looking and admonished me. "I said to look into my eyes. If I wish for you to look at my pussy, I'll order you to do so." That said, Peggy stepped out of her skirt and I set it on the floor beside me. Finished with my task, I returned my hands to the small of my back and waited for Peggy to issue further instructions. "Now, Gloria. Now, I want you to look at my pussy. In a moment, you'll taste it. You'll lick the outer lips with your tongue and savor the mixture of my vaginal flavor combined with the sweat that accumulated while I was whipping Bill. "I knew when I was in the bath and you were spellbound by the shaved lips, that you would be on your knees before the night was through. I could see it in your eyes then. The hunger. It was the same look that Bill gets in his eyes when he looks at it." I could feel my own wetness and I wondered if I was literally dripping onto the floor beneath my spread thighs. Peggy had stopped talking long enough to step forward so that her mound was within inches of my waiting lips. While she had spoken, I had looked at her pussy in a way that I could never have imagined that I would. Not only was I going to submit to serving her as some sex slave might, I knew that I would enjoy the task. My mouth was literally salivating in anticipation of its imminent contact with her center. "Now, Gloria. You may lean forward slightly and lick. I want to feel only your tongue. Do not allow your lips to touch me yet. I want you to thoroughly lick the mound and the outer lips to start. If you do a good job, I'll consider allowing you to dip your tongue inside for a better taste of my nectar." I could smell her heat as I leaned forward and extended my tongue as far as possible in order to obey her dictate that I not make any contact between her skin and my lips. I had to concentrate on the words that Peggy was saying to even hear her. From the moment that my tongue came into contact with the smooth lips of her pussy, I knew that I had made the right decision in submitted to my best friend. I was intoxicated by her taste and her smell. I found myself eager to please - like a small child that strives for her parents' approval in demonstrating what she has learned in dance class that day. Only this was no dance class! I had never examined a vulva before. I had read of encounter sessions wherein feminists held mirrors between their legs to study their genitalia and had always thought it odd. Now, when confronted with this new, unexplored territory, I was feeling like the proverbial kid in a candy store. While my tongue laved the smooth skin as she had ordered, I waited in eager anticipation for her further instructions. Her orders. Her permission to delve between the lips and truly taste her. "You're doing that so well, Gloria. I wonder if you've really never knelt before a woman as you have told me in the past. A virgin mouth and it feels as if you were born to it. "Bill will be joining us soon and you must wait to explore further. You must also wait for your spanking and paddling. If it is true, as you told me this afternoon, that your mother only used her hand on your rear when she spanked you, I guess that it would be appropriate to begin with a hand spanking. Of course, now that you are a grown woman, I'll have to spank a great deal harder than your mother probably did. "Since you've never experienced the sting of a paddle, after I've warmed your bottom with my hand, I'll switch to the wooden paddle and really set your sweet cheeks on fire. You want me to do this, Gloria. Don't you? Answer me." I interrupted my licking only long enough to reply, "Yes, ma'am.", before returning to my devotions. "Stop now and get up. I still want that glass of wine before we continue with Bill." I found that I was no longer at all surprised by my thoughts as I felt a definite pang of regret at being ordered away from what had been a pleasant task. Never in a million years would I have believed where this day would lead when I had awakened in the morning. Now, I simply rose to my feet, still too embarrassed to look at Peggy, and padded on my bare feet to the bar and the waiting wine. Bare feet, hell, I was as naked as the day that I was born and again feeling like the naked servant girl. Decanting the bottle and pouring two glasses, I picked up both and hurried back to Peggy where I extended a glass. Imitating the ritual that I'd seen earlier with Bill, I spoke to Peggy as I handed over the glass of wine, "Ma'am.". "Thank you, Gloria. I noticed that you poured two glasses. Did I give you permission to pour yourself one?" "No, ma'am." "You need to be punished for such behavior. First, go back over to the bar and set the glass down. Then, go to the whip table and look for a short length of silver chain with a clip at each end. Find it and bring it to me." I followed her orders, wondering what the chain was, what the punishment was, and whether I was up to submitting to the pain that I knew with a certainty was soon to come. As I scanned the contents of the table before me, I saw the things that Peggy had used on Bill earlier. The ping-pong paddle, the strap, the cane, and the gag, were all there. There were also numerous other items, some of which I could guess the use of, others that were a mystery. I wondered if I was taking too long and was again struck by my eagerness to please Peggy. Locating the length of chain on the table before me, I snatched it up and returned to Peggy with it. I wondered if she intended to whip me with it. "Give me the chain, Gloria. Thank you. Now, stand with your hands laced together and behind your neck, palms forward." As I hastened to obey her orders, my breasts were lifted up as a result of my arms stretching their supporting muscles. When this happened, I suddenly had an inkling of what the chain or, more to the point, the clips at its ends - was designed for. "You should see how educational these nipple clips are for Bill. I want you to hold still, Gloria. Under no circum-stances are you to remove your hands from behind your neck until I give you permission. Be brave and I'll reward you later." That said, Peggy reached forward and put one of the clips on my left nipple. Instantly, the nipple screamed with pain. It felt like it was being bitten between the teeth of a pliers. Before I could grow accustomed to this new sensation, Peggy took the clip at the other end of the chain and clipped it to my right nipple. Now, it felt like my nipples were in a race.

A pain race. The left one had been punished first and therefore had a head start on the other. However, the right nipple soon became a center of distress equal to its twin. I wanted to cry out. To ask Peggy to remove the clips and let me rub my sore nipples. I wanted more, though, to please her.

I knew that if I wimped out, she would be disappointed in me.

More importantly, I presumed that she would react to my cowardice by taking away her promise to let me serve her sexually. I told myself that if Bill could endure the pain of the nipple clips, then I certainly could. I mentally chastised myself to not "be such a baby" but to be stoic so as to please Peggy. "Gloria, for your punishment, I'm going to leave the clips on until Bill returns. I want you to be able to have some insight, though, into what will happen when I finally remove them. "You noticed the pain that you felt when I applied the clips was acute. You also noticed that, after you got over this initial pain, it seemed to dull and plateau at a finite level.

This was a result of the blood circulation being restricted to the nipple area. "When I remove the clips, the blood will rush back into your nipples and you will know the devilishness of the clips. The pain, then, will be delicious and will grow exponentially with each passing second. "When you feel the pain in your nipples caused by the removal of the clips, everything inside you will scream to remove your hands from behind your head and rub your nipples. The urge to rub away some of the pain and provide relief will be, almost but not quite, uncontrollable. "Nearly uncontrollable. However, you must control that urge. When you feel the pain, your inclination to disobey my orders may be so great that you want to give it all up and just go home. It's only fair that I warn you now, Gloria. You'll not be going home tonight, under any circumstances, until I tell you that you may. "For your own good I've taken steps to assure that I'll not have an unruly and rebellious bitch on my hands. From the time that we entered the basement, you've been filmed. Or, I should say, video-taped. I took the precaution of installing three concealed video cameras and they've been functioning since we entered the basement this evening. "They're taping now, as I speak. They were also taping earlier. Earlier, when your tongue so eagerly sought the taste of my pussy. Let me spell it out, honey. Blackmail. Extortion. Call it what you will. Tonight, your butt is mine."