Butterflies: Lesbian BDSM – Audio Book

Excerpt

She leant back in the leather chair and then swivelled half-away from them, still idly tapping the flat, black tongue of her riding crop on the edge of the large mahogany writing desk. The sunlight in the corner streamed in but was immediately absorbed by the oak panelling that covered the walls. She rose and crossed to the French doors, letting them see for the first time that she was wearing her riding boots and the cream jodhpurs that clung tightly to her thighs and backside. She stood with her back to them and looked out onto her striped lawns that were bordered by immaculately trimmed yew hedges as they sloped down to the herb garden. On such days she wished she could throw open the doors and burst free into the morning brightness, but she had a busy schedule ahead, and right now she had a punishment to administer.

She could feel the air of expectation thickening the room as they awaited her next move. She knew they would be eyeing her with longing, and she had purposefully taken up her position to allow this. Their gazes would have followed the drop of her silky raven hair as it flowed down her back, almost to her waist. Then their eyes would have alighted on the outward curve of her hips, which her mother had once described as childbearing, not realising the irony. Inexorably their gaze would have been drawn to her round bottom, just about on the good side of big, and which was, when naked, smooth and olive and flawless. It was marked only by the small tattoo of a jet-black scorpion just above the tuck of her right cheek. She turned around to face them. Two of the girls were standing at attention in the centre of the room, hands behind backs, faces slightly flushed with the thoughts of what was to follow. Well, let them wait, thought Gina. Anticipation was a huge part of the act of domination. Chloe was way to the side, already dressed in a neat black business suit, leaning on the back of a tub chair and barely attempting to suppress a yawn. Gina felt the same rushing tingle in her belly at the sight of her young PA as she had when she had first set eyes on her in that Manchester nightclub, some two years ago. Chloe had been dancing on stage, dressed as a schoolgirl. Gina’s habitual composure had instantly evaporated in the buzz that swept her body. She just stared, paralysed and at the mercy of the young girl smiling down on her, totally smitten for the first time in her life. Still now, as far as Gina was concerned, Chloe Bloom was the most beautiful thing in all of creation.

Gina crossed back to the desk and perched on the front edge, pushing aside the contract she had just been reading to avoid sitting on it. She caught sight of her name on the document, and as always it seemed alien to her: Florence Georgina Huxtable—a mouthful by anyone’s standards. Bracketed below these words was her title: CEO MedUSA Distribution, UK Division. She never used her true Christian name, and only a few people actually knew it. She had been named after the city in which she was conceived, although she was born back home in Vermont. Her family and friends back in the States called her Georgie. Over here, her girls all called her ‘Mistress Gina’.

She regarded the two girls directly in front of her and addressed the taller of the two Rose, since she was in charge of the stables and it was therefore fitting that she should do the deed.

“I think you should bring her in now,” said Gina. She was aware that her trans-Atlantic accent was at odds with the very English manorial interior of the room. It always made her feel that although she had parted with a substantial amount of hard cash to buy the Ashby estate she was somehow still not the owner of the house she adored, but had merely been borrowing it for the past five years. There was also a slight stridency to her tone, which she wished she could soften, although she knew it gave her authority and had all the girls jumping immediately at her commands—except, of course, for Chloe, who obeyed any instructions at her leisure. Rose had by now disappeared from the room, and her voice was heard faintly out in the hall. Then the door was pushed open and all eyes dropped down to witness the chubby, pinkly naked blonde slowly entering on all fours.

Her long hair was tied back in a tail, though her fringe had been separated and combed down above her eyes. Her mouth was being forced open by a hard black rubber bar clamped between her teeth, held in place by straps over the top of her head, under her chin and around her nape, all to resemble a pony’s bit. At either side of the gag hung two small steel hoops, which were used to fasten the reins that Rose behind her was holding. On the blonde’s back was a mock saddle, custom built in shining patent leather, held by a thick, buckled girth around her middle and with a thinner length hanging either side to attach both the polished chrome mini-stirrups. The pommel stood unusually high on her back and curved down in a graceful arch across the seat and then up again to the smaller rise of the cantle. The whole saddle was impeccably crafted, with neat lines of intricate stitching, and it was just small enough to look quite ridiculous upon her.

The blonde was made to take a slow, arcing journey to her Mistress’s feet, so that the humiliation was fully compounded. Her movements were all the more laborious due to the ‘gloves’ her Mistress had made her wear. They were fashioned in clinging black rubber that stretched to the elbow. Inside, the girl must have formed fists, because her hands were each contained within a hard black rubber casing, formed unmistakeably into the shape of a horse’s hoof. As she crawled, the viewers could see that her very ample bottom had been filled with a plug of some kind, from which sprouted lengths to make a tail, not in horse hair, but in thin strands of black rubber.

She stopped in front of Gina and stayed on her knees, her weight resting back and her ‘hooves’ held up in front of her as she looked forlornly through her fringe at her Mistress. Her thighs looked big and pale and were squeezed defensively together. Between them, Gina could make out the puffy smoothness of her shaven pubis, and just a hint of the dark vertical slit. Below the saddle strap, her belly was in two soft rolls that hid her button, but showed her to be plump rather than fat. Her breasts were small and sat apart, held up slightly by two rock-hard teats that pointed away from each other. Gina watched a string of unchecked saliva dribble out past the mouth bit and ooze down between the girl’s tits and over her belly, pooling eventually in the triangle of flesh where her clamped thighs met her bare crotch.

Gina looked the girl up and down with contempt.

“As usual,” she said. “Sarah has been incapable of sticking to my rules. As you know, I have acquired a business in London and we are about to complete the take-over, and since I shall be away a lot over the next few weeks, I’ve been trying to give you girls as much of my attention now as I can. Sarah had her turn yesterday, but typically she couldn’t keep in line.” Gina put her finger under the girl’s chin and pushed upwards to ensure eye contact was maintained.

“What was it you said?” she continued. “Oh, yes! ‘Ride me Mistress! Ride me!’”

The other girls sniggered at the mocking impression of Sarah’s plummy accent, but Gina did not deign to crack a smile.

“As you are all well aware, I am not to be told what to do—ever, and that is why Sarah had her fucking cut short and was sent to sleep in the stables last night.”

The others all knew that dirty bitch Sarah had quite probably brought about her punishment on purpose, sacrificing the thrill of her Mistress’s strap-on dildo for greater masochistic pleasures. They also guessed that the reprisals were far from over—and they were right. Gina ordered her play-horse to get off her knees and bend over the desk. Sarah responded quickly, her bottom yawning as she went over and pushed it out for attention. Gina took hold of the rubber strands of the tail and gently pulled to ease the bung from inside her girl. It was a new toy and struck the others as odd, since horsehair ones were readily available, and their Mistress was usually such a stickler for such costume accuracy.

Sarah gasped loudly as the wide point at the base of the plug stretched her hole on its withdrawal. As the plastic toy emerged, a communal shiver ran through the audience as the size was witnessed. Even Sarah would have struggled to take these dimensions. They watched her anus slowly shrink back to its normal puckered, slightly open oval, and felt their own bums twitching nervously at the thought of being opened up in such a fashion. Gina held the plug in her palm and moved her raised arm away from her body and her victim’s proffered arse. The genius of her new toy was now evident; not just a tail, but also a whip. Gina’s arm flashed forward and the rubber strands snaked out and slapped against Sarah’s arse cheeks, biting and clinging at the wobbling flesh, forcing her to jerk forward and cry into her rubber gag. The whip was withdrawn, revealing vivid pink lines across both buttocks before the next strike landed with equal force.

The Mistress went slowly enough for each lash to register and count. The tongues of the whip splayed out as they flew through the air and landed splat like wet tresses all over the jiggling backside; there must have been some jelly in the rubber content to make the strands grip so greedily, and not fall away under gravity like the ones the girls were used to taking. Sarah was crying out with every stroke and she was marked with lines all over her cheeks and down the backs of her legs. Her hoofed hands were behind her, hovering near the buttocks and ready to offer them protection, but she held off, always just able to absorb the pain.

Gina was pleased with her new toy and its ability to deliver a full contact. So many flails lost their sting in the air and landed lightly or inaccurately, and although she liked using crops and canes, a fat arse like Sarah’s sometimes deserved an explosion of instant all-over pain. Her girl was taking it well and although there were tears in her big blue eyes when she looked over her shoulder to see why her Mistress had stopped, she had kept her bottom stuck out all through the lashing. Gina focused on the puffy mound poking out between the thighs, and ran one finger down the slit, feeling the tell-tale slickness there. She pressed forward with her finger and the lips yielded instantly and she sank into the hot, unctuous pool within.

The girl moaned as the juices were stirred inside her and Gina had to add another finger to increase her teasing. As Sarah began to buck and ride, the fingers were mercilessly removed and the juices that covered them wiped onto her anus. Then Gina turned the whip handle around and used it as a plug again, forcing it slowly into Sarah’s bottom, gleefully watching her head snap back as the girl was stretched to her absolute limit. Sarah’s muscles were more relaxed now and it took far less effort this time to push the toy into position. Despite the cries, she obviously enjoyed it, and her juices were now visibly escaping and trickling down her thighs.

Gina knew Sarah loved the other girls to see her opened up to the very threshold of her tolerance. The discomfort would be outweighed by the joy of humiliation. Sarah loved her pain but even more she loved to be degraded. Nothing was too shameful. She often pissed herself or broke wind during her heavier thrashings, and it was said that she drank lots of fizzy drinks before such punishments in the hope of encouraging these disgraces, knowing full well that they brought greater chastisement. Gina could tell that Sarah was close to orgasm, but she needed to be pushed further, until she was teetering on the very brink.

The Mistress unfastened the saddle and removed it, then helped her pony climb onto the desk and had her lie on her back, instructing her to hold her legs behind the knees to keep them up and open, and to slide her bottom right to the edge so that the tail strands could drape down freely. Gina took her riding crop this time and went around behind the desk, pushing her swivel chair aside. She placed the crop’s tongue flat against Sarah’s swollen pussy. She kept it there for several seconds to allow the effect to sink in, and when she delivered the first stinging slap, she saw her audience flinch and suck in another communal breath. Sarah wailed, but the next smacks made her pussy lips jump open, and in that flash they could all see the wetness inside. Gina kept her strokes quite light, wanting to titillate now and drive her victim towards her climax. Sarah responded, bucking and wiggling her arse against the desk, keeping her legs wide and her pussy pushed up to try and get any contact, until she was squealing out and dying to come. Just one sharp suck on her clit would have done it, or two fingers rammed inside her- she was that close. The onlookers could see her belly clench and jerk as the muscles inside her contracted, but then she was suddenly still and quiet, and all eyes focused below her wet sex to witness the slow and vulgar birth of the dildo from her bottom. She held herself and squeezed, pushing the glistening toy from inside her, easing it out centimetre-by-centimetre until the evacuation was complete and the dildo-tail dropped to the floor.

Gina ceased her beating and came around to kneel between Sarah’s legs, close enough to feel the heat emanating and to see and smell the oozing arousal, close enough to have the girl feel her breath on her aching clit. She smiled at the brace of slippery holes and then felt below her to locate the dildo and plug it back inside the pink ring that had so lewdly expelled it. She loosed a thin string of spit to dribble tantalisingly down the gash of cunt and arse, then pursed her lips and blew very softly onto the wetness. Gina knew full well what her bitch would be thinking of and silently begging for. She would be visualising her Mistress’s tongue coming out to lap all the way up her sodden split, sucking out the juices and then engulfing her swollen bud to finally deliver her from torment. When Gina was sure the girl was nearly bursting for the touch of her tongue she cruelly stopped her blowing and got back off her knees. She smiled at the writhing slave and her look of abject dismay as the realisation dawned that the Mistress was not going to bring her off after all. The punishment was still not quite complete, though.

“Listen carefully,” Gina said. “You are to make us breakfast now. Later today—assuming that I remember—I will phone and give you permission to remove the harness and tail, and let you get dressed. You are forbidden to play with yourself until I get back in a few days. I don’t just mean you cannot make yourself come, I mean that you are not to touch your pussy at all until I allow it. Do you understand?”

There was nothing to enforce these rules except the sheer willpower of her girl, and that is why Gina knew for certain that she would be obeyed. Sarah held up her arms to allow Gina to peel her hooves off for her, and then hobbled mutely out of the room, her tail quite literally between her legs.