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Victoria's Last Stand- by Cassandra
The mild sunshine, dappled shade, and cool breezes on the veranda make it the perfect place for lounging away a saturday afternoon. I realise with grim humor that my head is still afog from my late night frolicing. "well it was worth it" I say quietly to myself as I sip my cold wine Shota. The pool water becons. I know I will eventually end up going for a swim, but I find myself content to listen to the gentle lapping of the water at the pool wall and the tinkle of the fountian that feeds the nearby Koipond. Breathing in the sweet early summer air, I relax, probably the first time in days, or has it been weeks. "It's bad when you can't recall the last time you relaxed." I say under my breath. The sun warms my bare flesh as I doze contentedly. I awake to the sound of hesitant footsteps, I know it is Chef before I even come fully to my senses and open my eyes. His step is distinctive and he always smells, well, yummy. Chef convieniently enough is both his surname and his occupation. He is my personal dietician, chef and Gastronomic encyclopedia in short he takes all the stress and worry out of my eating habits. Without him and Anthony my personal trainer I would probably resemble a hippopotomus. I open my eyes to see Chef standing at my side carefull not to block the sun. His scent and the way he is shifting his weight lets me know he is nervous about something. "Yes Ben?" I ask in my most gentle voice.
"Ummm Mam, I need to speak to you about Tori, Uhh, I mean Victoria." Cook stamers out, obviosly not liking to have to be the one doing the telling.
"Go ahead Cook," I say letting the soft weariness seep through my voice. "I know you don't like telling, but I'm sure it is for her own good. One day she will thank us, probably not today though."
"You are right as ussual Mam," Cook shifted again trying to decide how to phrase what he considered tattling. "I caught Victoria filchin' cookies again."
"I see. Does she know you caught her?" I roll over speaking to him while I let my naked back soak the suns warmth.
"No Mam, I am sure she knows she was caught but I don't think she knows it twas me who caught her, she ran like a sceard rabbit and didn't look back" His accent was getting thicker with each word.
I had to do something to put him at ease. "It's Okay Cook, I will take care of it, she doesn't need to know you told on her. Please ask Anthony and Phillipe to present themselves forthwith." I raised myself up on my arms and swung my lithe form off of the lounge. A quick dip in the pool would help settle the tension so I could deal with Victoria apropriately. A lap across the pool and back is all I needed. Looking up I see the boys waiting poolside, my Yin Yang twins. Anthony with his Sweet California blonde Boy look opposed by Phillipe's mysterious dusky Spanish heritage. "Hello Boys" I greet them reaching my hands up so they can lift me from the water. Glistening droplets bead up and slide down my smooth body as I glide back to pearch on my favorite lounger. "I need you to bring Victoria down to me. She probably will not want to come, but she will be here in less than 5 miniutes. Do you understand?"
A quick nod from each, "Yes Mam" they say in unison, two voices, two different accents, one thought.
Poor Victoria, I remember when she was brought to me. Anthony came to me and asked that I help him with a friend. According to Anthony,Victoria had been a strong woman until she married poorly. Her husband abused her, broke her spirit and cast her aside. She arrived on my doorstep barely able to walk, eighty pounds overweight and the self esteem of a jellyfish wrung through a sieve. She had shortened her name to Tori, because as she said "Victoria was no name for a disgusting fat chick, like me" That was a year ago, I'm sure it feels like forever to Victoria. That was then, this is now. After a year on a strict diet and exercise program, her body has recovered, we are still working on the psychological damage. It's time for another lesson.
"Strip her and tie her to the rafter straps in the gazebo." I tell the boys as they haul their struggling prize into my view. I finish drying myself and wrap a white gauze kimono around myself belting it loosely so the neckline plunges all the way to where the bottom split begins showing my closely cropped Venus mouns. After giving the boys ample time to secure Victoria, I stroll casually over to the large belvedere. My bare feet pad quietly along the smooth wood floors as I circle my mark. I can smell the scent of her fear, her defiance and yes, even her excitement. Victoria is stretched onto her tip toes by the padded wrist cuffs. Her soft golden skin just dewey from her exertion. Her large exposed breasts heaving with each breath. One by one I open the top of the wooden benches to display all of my toys, whips and implements of pleasure and pain. I select a gold chain with small clamps on the ends, and a matching gold collar with a front loop and a back lock. "You have been bad haven't you Victoria?" I assert in my low dangerous voice as I approach her with intent. As she begins to struggle against her bonds again, I warn her,"“Be still or it will be the worse for you." I fit the collar, Locking it into place with an audible click. Slipping one end of the chain through the front loop, I let the heavy clamps rest unused upon her now hardening nipples. "Now answer my question. You have been bad yes?"
"Yes Mam," she casts her eyes down, "I have been bad. I couldn't seem to help myself those cookies smelled soooo good." her voice fell away pleading.
"I know it is difficult, but you will learn" I sooth as my hand slides between her shapely legs to toy with her warm pussy. She arches her back trying to press herself onto my hand. "No, you have been bad," I say removing my hand from her sex. "You must be punished and made to see the error of your ways." I slap her firmly across the breasts with my sex slicked hand, making her breasts tighten and her nipples harden. I slowly fasten the clamps to her rigid little nipples, one at a time. I tighten the clamps and adjust the chain until her breasts are suspended by the delicate gold chain hooked to her collar. I step back admiring my work, and seek out my favorite flogger. I take up a small racing bat and tap it firmly against my palm, testing the sting. "this is just to warm you up" I say as I bring the flap of smooth leather down on her tender breasts. The blow is not hard, but the extra pressure of the impact intensifies the pain caused by the nipple clamps. A few more light strokes with the bat and the normally pale flesh of her bosom blushes a pretty shade of pink and she is moaning softly. Leaning in close I use my tongue to caress her tormented breasts. One delicious mound at a time, I lick across the pink skin, feeling the warmth of those first blows against my soft mouth. I follow the entire curve of each globe starting on the cooler surface of her torso, working my way up and around, ending with a light flick of my tongue against her now hypersensitive nipple. I reach down and slide my hand between trembling thighs, touching her wetness. She rolls her head back moaning incoherently. "It is time" I say, as I pull my hand back rubbing forcefully against her mound almost lifting her with the pressure.
I take a quirt from the open bench behind Victoria and swish it through the air making it sing. "ahhh, this one should do nicely," I murmur in satisfaction. "Now Victoria, you are going to have to listen, are you listening?" I emphasise my question with a light flick of the quirt against her round bottom. "Yes Mistress, I am listening," Victoria gasps I pace behind her admiring her form, "You will repeat after me, and you will say 'yes' before each statement so I know that you believe that the statement is true. Do you understand?" Another swat just under the crease of her ass cheeks punctuates my question.
In a breathless pant she answers, "Yes, I understand Mistress Kala."
Placing three swift blows of the quirt on her smooth derriere, I begin the lesson. "My Mistress does not lie"
"Yes, My Mistress does not lie" She repeats between soft gasps.
Another three blows, "My Mistress does not tolerate her subjects to lie" I say firmly.
"Yes, My Mistress does not tolerate her subjects to lie" she sobs, gently swaying as she lets her bounds hold her upright.
Noticing the ruby stripes on her postierier, I move the next three lashes to her trembling thighs. "My mistress thinks Victoria is Beautiful." My tone brooks no argument.
"yes My mistress thinks Victoria is Beautiful." The tension in her body makes her words terse and intense.
I list my subjects one at a time making her repeat that each of them finds her beautiful, atractive, sexy and alluring, each name spawns three cherry red stripes. Victoria's body hangs loose in her bonds, the flesh of her entire backside from shoulders to calves marked with the welts of love. Her responses heart-pouringly honest and without guilt or self doubt. Now, I have to finish this, Another series of blows reigns down on Victoria. “Who are you?” I ask
"Tor..." She starts to say. Her words not finished as I lay into her tender back with five strong blows making her scream and gasp. "Victoria she screams, my name is VICTORIA!"
"Good", I say soothingly as I caress the welts I just made with a cool hand. "Now, is Victoria Beautiful?"
"Yes, Victoria is beautiful" her voice tremmors with anticipation, and fear.
As I continue to trace the map of torture on her swaying form I whisper into her ear, "Say it Victoria, Say you are beautiful, I want to hear you say it and believe yourself."
She responds with a soft whimper almost a question, I know what she needs and acquiesce. My blows fall like rain in a summer storm, velocious and brutal. After the first few impacts Victoria finds her voice "I am Victoria, I am beautiful. "I am Victoria, I am Beautiful, I am Beautiful, I am beautiful, I am beautiful!" She screams over and over until her voice is as raw as her once golden skin.
I can smell the pure honest belief that overwhelms even her fear and pain, her trembling body failing her even as her mind awakens to the truth. I know I am finished here, this will be her last lesson on this subject. Turning to return my whip to its box seat, I see Cook's tear streaked face. I realize I am going to lose them both to the big bad world soon. When Victoria leaves to continue her life, Cook will go with her, or at the very least follow shortly after. Oh, well I guess I need to see about hiring a replacement, the thought both happy and sad.