Revised March 02

1 - Dressed for the party

2 - A little thrashing never does any harm

3 - Humiliated in her own home!

4 - Retribution

5 - The dormitory

6 - Strange preparations

7 - The males of the species

8 - Puppies? Why not!

9 - Examined!

10 - Kennelled!

11 - Fertilised!

12 - The puppies are growing nicely!

13 - The video and Emma panics.

14 - Ursula is furious

15 - Emma is prepared - this time for a proper mating

16 - Covered!

17 - No foal, no fee

18 - A different approach

19 - Psychological preparations for a special event

20 - The lecture

21 - Covered by her Mistress!

22 - The deception

23 - Disillusionment

24 - Emma feels utterly let down

25 - Emma entrapped again - and finds Samantha!

26 - Emma in the cage

27 - A sudden journey - off to New York

28 - New York - the beauty parlour

29 - Preparations for the party

30 - The party

31 - The auction

‘Thank you, Sabhu, I think they’ll do very well.’

Ursula's voice was warm and congratulatory as she looked at the two blond young women, Emma and Samantha, nervously standing at attention, side by side, in front of her desk. Behind them loomed menacingly, and yet also proudly, the large, black and brutish figure of Sabhu, formally dressed in black as her butler.

To the outside world, Sabhu might merely have seemed to be the busy Miss de Vere’s butler-cum-chauffeur, but lady friends of Ursula, who shared her tastes, knew that he was really employed as an overseer, in charge of her girls. Conveniently, he was he was far too enamoured with a certain black youth to be interested sexually in these mere white, female, charges. For him they were just animals to be trained and controlled - just like the animals in the circus he had formerly trained and controlled, before entering the service of Miss de Vere.

He was now holding in one hand a beautifully braided short dog whip: his badge of office. With his other hand he held two short lengths of chain, dog leads that were fastened to rings on the back of the shiny metal collars locked round each girl’s slender neck: Ursula’s “slave collars”. These were made of flexible links like those of an expensive watchstrap. Each collar incorporated a flat plate on which was prominently engraved Miss de Vere’s name and address.

Sabhu took a particular pride, not only in the state of discipline of the young women in his charge, but also in their appearance. On this occasion, he had beautifully outlined their eyes in kohl like those of an Eastern houri, and had dressed identically them as harem concubines, ready for the fancy dress party, being given that evening by The Society, a private club for dominant and rich lesbian women. The girls were now dressed in red silk transparent trousers, red Turkish slippers, and matching stiff open boleros that disclosed their prominent nipples - for Sabhu had been using his special little vacuum pump on both girls’ nipples several times a day to bring them out, and keep them out. Now, hanging from each of the girls' carefully elongated and infibulated nipples, was a large, but slim, golden ring, whilst the nipples themselves were painted a bright red to match their lipstick.

As well as rendering them mute, the muzzle was also intended to prevent them from helping themselves to any of the delicacies at The Society's party that night. These delicious delights were intended for the Mistresses and not for their girls. In any case, Sabhu liked to keep the girls in his care on a very strict diet - just as, in his days as a circus animal trainer before entering the service of Miss Ursula de Vere, he had kept his performing animals on a strict diet too.

Finally, like real Eastern slave girls of yore, a short length of well-polished steel chain linked each girl’s manacled wrists,

Ursula glanced in the mirror to admire her own costume as an oriental Sultan, gorgeously dressed in a long yellow brocade robe, over wide Turkish golden trousers. A curved oriental dagger was thrust into a green satin cummerbund and on her head she wore a huge blue, bejewelled, silken turban. A feeling of power surged excitingly through her as she looked at the two young women, dressed as a pair of captured Christian slavegirls - just the impression she wanted to make at the party that evening.

The two slavegirls, then rigidly linked together by the neck by a thin steel rod attached to their collars, and silently following her, would complete her impressive entrance. Then they would continue to follow her as she circulated and at dinner would stand behind her chair. How jealous, she thought, all her friends, fellow members of The Society, would be. Yes, Sabhu had made a good job of transforming these formerly independently-minded young married women into a matched pair of harem houris - and the fact they were in fact the concubines of a woman made it all even more titillating.

She felt a further exciting feeling of power at the thought that both these young women, even though they were married, were tattooed, inconspicuously, on the inside of her wrist with a little entwined "S", the logo of The Society, the international secret organisation that linked up women who enjoyed dominating younger women.

But that was not all, Ursula smilingly reminded herself. As well as bearing the distinctive mark of he Society, any such girl also had her registered number discreetly tattooed on the inside of the left elbow. This number was registered with The Society under her current Mistress's name - current because, of course, members of the Society often exchanged girls, or sold them to each other. However, they always informed The Society of the transaction so that their records were up to date, in case a girl should try to escape from her new Mistress.

Ursula smiled again. The jealousy of her fellow members would be even greater when they learned these two young women were different from the normal run of submissive girls registered with The Society, and whom they would probably be bringing to the party. They tended to be beautiful girls from Eastern Europe, uncertain about the strange way of life in an England whose language they scarcely understood. They were, therefore, very dependant on their Mistresses.

She smiled to herself as she remembered how she had acquired Emma and Samantha. In both cases, there had been first the thrill, at a drinks party, of identifying a submissive young woman who was secretly longing to be dominated. Then had come the excitement of seducing her and of introducing her to the joys and pain of the cane and the whip. Finally each had been persuaded to enter her service as her slave, to be kept deliciously frustrated and dedicated to giving pleasure to her adored Mistress - only to find themselves, when it was too late, under the strict discipline of the big, brutish and black Sabhu.

Nor had they bargained on then being permanently tattooed with the secret, if discreet, telltale secret marks of The Society. These, as Ursula well knew, always had a profound and lasting psychological effect, especially on a married woman, secretly binding her to her Mistress, whilst to the outside world she remained a dutiful wife.

Finally with a young married woman there was the mind-boggling thrill for Ursula of regularly using an unsuspecting man's precious wife for her own pleasure, whilst insisting that the wife found excuses for refusing her husband's advances. And the most amusing part was that the gullible husband never seemed to realise that his wife was in sexual thrall to the fascinating woman who had, apparently, so kindly befriended her.

The young woman's often busy husband never seemed to suspect what was really going on when his wife was summoned, or rather officially invited, to come up to London and stay with Ursula for a few days, or even visit her for a day, nominally to help with an exhibition or to go on some innocuous-sounding course in the "Appreciation of the Arts". If the husband was going abroad, as often happened in Emma’s case, then Ursula might even ask him to let his wife come and act as her "Personal Assistant" until his return.

The husbands never seemed to notice the marks of Sabhu’s cane that their wives were invariably bearing on their bottoms after visiting Ursula - marks which they were desperately trying to hide from their husbands. Nor did they notice how, for a day or two, their wives tended to sleep on their tummies and avoid sitting on a hard chair.

Ursula was a firm believer in using corporal punishment, or even in the mere threat of it, to bind a young woman to her service and it amused her think how appalled an unsuspecting husband would be, if he knew that his precious wife was having to submit to regular canings administered not only by her but also by a black man. .

Moreover when one of her married girls returned home to her husband, it would often be with a Doctor’s Certificate saying that she not fit enough to carry our her conjugal duties and must sleep in a separate room. Then the terrified young woman would have to report daily by telephone to her Mistress, who in her most hypnotic voice would demand to know whether she had made love to her husband the night before. The trembling girl did not dare to lie, even though she knew that, when she was next summoned to London by her Mistress, she would get ten strokes of the cane for every time she had allowed her husband to make love to her.

Ursula smiled to herself again. Now she had two such creatures in her power. Two submissive young married women to show off to her friends at the party that night. They would indeed go mad with jealousy - especially if they both clearly showed under their transparent harem trousers recent marks of the cane. Moreover, fear of a further thrashing on their return would also ensure the good behaviour of the two young women at the party.

She glanced at her watch. It was nearly time to leave, but there was still time …

'Fetch the cane, Emma,’ Ursula said suddenly.

Emma gasped in horror. ‘But, Madam, I’ve done … nothing …wrong,’ she tried to cry out beneath her muzzle.

‘Don’t you start arguing with me my girl, or I’ll have Sabhu give you the thrashing of your life. Now move!’

Emma felt Sabhu release his hold on her lead, which now hung down her back between her shoulder blades.

'Yes, Madam, at once!' she tried to cry out from under her muzzle, her mind racing as she desperately wondered what on earth she had done that deserved to be punished. Then hurriedly she turned and ran prancing across the room to cupboard, hastily remembering, like a well disciplined young woman, to clasp her manacled hands behind her neck and to raised her knees high in the air in the way that Sabhu, dog whip in hand, had so often made her practice. She was, she knew, making a most erotic sight for her Mistress and could not help feeling rather proud of it - as well as fearful of not doing it properly.

They had already exchanged whispered promises of undying love, but how she longed for the chance to take Samantha into her arms. How they both longed, and longed, to kiss and play with each other, to bring each other to peaks of ecstasy and then to climax in other's arms - finding, at last, the relief that Ursula so rarely allowed her girls.

Emma knew only too well how Ursula enjoyed the excitement of keeping her girls aroused but frustrated, and so all the more eager to please their Mistress - and all the more desperate for her embraces.

It was Ursula's hard and fast rule that a girl must only look to her Mistress for any relief. Any self- gratification by a girl was regarded as being unfaithful to her Mistress - and severely punished as such. How much greater, she knew, would be the punishment if two girls were caught, perhaps by Sabhu, giving each other mutual gratification. That was why, as Emma knew only too well, she and Samantha must hide their love.

Like Ursula's other girls, Emma had been taught that just as a nun dedicates, daily on her knees, her purity and frustration to an adored God, so she, too, had to sublimate her purity and frustration and dedicate them daily, on her knees before a goddess - the Mistress she adored.

Emma knew only too well the cruel pleasure and frantic frustration that came from giving her Mistress repeated pleasure in her bed at night, whilst receiving none herself. The sheer hell, and yet also the unbelievable excitement, of then lying awake half the night, lying on a sleeping bag by the side of her Mistress’s bed, with her sleeping Mistress still holding the lead fastened to her collar. She would be driven mad with frustration but would not dare to touch herself, even secretly, for fear of a thrashing.

Ursula, however, also made sure that it was not only the hope of being allowed to climax that ensured that her girls strove to give her the utmost pleasure when called to her bed. No, to ensure instant obedience on these occasions, she would have her cane in her right hand as she lay back, whilst with her left hand she gripped the girl’s hair so as to place her the exciting, hot, little tongue just where it would give her the most pleasure.

Furthermore, Ursula knew that the girl would be constantly striving her utmost to please her Mistress from fear that her slightly dissatisfied Mistress might afterwards give her note telling Sabhu to give her twelve strokes of the cane to encourage to do better next time. Twelve strokes! And from Sabhu! It was indeed a threat that would dominate Emma’s mind as she desperately tried to pleasure her Mistress.

Then in the morning, wild with suppressed desire and with Ursula still holding their dog leads, both girls would have to kneel by the side of the bed and humbly thank their Mistress for keeping them pure and frustrated.

However, even that was not all. Only a couple of days ago, for instance, their Mistress then rung for Sabhu to bring her breakfast. Handing him the dog leads she told him to take both girls away and wash them whilst she herself enjoyed her breakfast in bed.

Then, a few minutes later, whilst Ursula lay on her back in bed, reading her morning paper, Sabhu holding both dog leads, had used his dog whip to drive both girls under the bed clothes and up between their Mistress's legs to vie with each other, anonymously hidden under the sheets, to give her yet more pleasure.

Still reading her paper, Ursula had erupted first into the mouth of one of her eager slave girls and then the other. Recalling Sabhu, Ursula had disparaging told him: 'They’re not bad, but the one on the left was slightly less pleasing. Deal with her!’

The result was ten strokes of the cane, from a grinning Sabhu, for poor Samantha.

How Emma longed to make love to Samantha. Quite apart from the sheer pleasure and excitement of it, it would also be one in the eye for Ursula. But would she ever dare to do so? Anyway, when would they ever have the chance, closely watched over as they were by the dreaded Sabhu?

The same thoughts were going through Samantha's mind as she anxiously watched her beloved Emma obediently run across the room in her skimpy harem costume and go to the cupboard where she knew that Ursula kept her dreaded cane. How she loved Emma! Could they ever sneak away together, away from Ursula - if only for a few minutes of hastily snatched love?

There was a rattle from Emma's manacle chains as she opened the cupboard and took out the long whippy bamboo cane with its curved handle and pretty red ribbon.

'Sabhu,' said Ursula nonchalantly, as she took the cane from Emma and handed it to him, ‘give them each five strokes on the bottom, nicely separated from each other. Not too hard, but hard enough to ensure that the weals are show well through their transparent harem trousers - and ensure that they'll be thinking of what will happen to them later, if they don't behave as obedient and submissive slave girls at the party.'

Both Emma and Samantha had given little gasps of horror as they heard Ursula's cruel words. Both muzzled girls were longing to call out: ‘I'll be good, Madam, but please don't beat me.'

Smiling, the burly Sabhu came forward and took the cane. 'Emma, you go bend over this side of Miss de Vere’s desk and Samantha you go bend over other side,’ he ordered in his distinctive broken English with its strong half Caribbean, half French. ‘And you both drop harem trousers.’

Both girls were now looking at each fearfully across the desk. Both found themselves groping for the comfort of a reassuring squeeze from each other's manacled hands.

It was a gesture that was noticed by Ursula's quick eyes. Was it just the automatic reaction of a fearful girl? Or did it betray a deeper feeling between the two girls?

Ursula had often come across two girls, in her service, who had secretly falling in love with each other. It was something that amused her - provided, of course, they were given no opportunity to be unfaithful to her, or to consummate their love behind her back. Indeed it was rather amusing to make such a pair play with each other in front of her, or be made to put on a display for her friends - and then to stop them before they could climax.

'Samantha!' Sabhu ordered grimly, 'Up on toes! Present bottom for cane!’

Terrified, Samantha did as she was ordered, discreetly giving Emma's hand a squeeze across the desk.

'Hold Bottom right up and keep it quite still,' ordered Sabhu.

Then, as both girls watched in horror out of the corner of their eyes, he slowly raised the cane, paused and then suddenly brought it down across Samantha's buttocks. There was a scream of pain from behind Samantha's muzzle. Unable to maintain her position she let go of Emma’s hand and tried to rub her now burning bottom with her manacled her hands.

Emma did not know whether to be more overcome at what had been done to her beloved Samantha, or by the thought that she too was about to suffer the same treatment. Furthermore it wasn’t as though they were being punished for anything they had done, or for being disobedient or disrespectful. No, this was quite different. They were simply being beaten because Ursula wanted to show off her control of both girls to her friends - and to put the fear of God into the girls before taking them to the party so that they did not disgrace her in front of her friends. Oh how she hated Ursula! And as for the hateful Sabhu, well...!

'Emma!' came Sabhu's sudden order as he came round to her side of the desk. ‘Up on toes! Present bottom for cane!’

Hesitantly, Emma did as she was told. Seconds later there was the whistling noise of the cane and a line of fire seemed to stretch across her bottom. She, too, was screaming behind her muzzle and trying desperately to rub her bottom to ease the pain. And, she kept thinking, 'I'm going to get another four strokes from this brute of a black man, oh God!'

'Samantha! Up on toes!’

Seconds later Samantha was again rubbing her bottom. Sabhu had carefully placed this stroke just a little below the first one.

'Emma, Your turn again now.' Terrified out of her wits, Emma pushed back her bottom. Seconds later, she too was again rubbing her bottom - and fighting back the tears that might ruin her make-up. And so the precautionary thrashing continued.

Ursula looked at the two girls with a pleased smile. Then she turned to Sabhu. ‘Well done! The marks are showing very well under their harem trousers. A very nice ladder affect! And I don’t think, somehow, that I shall have any trouble from either of these two tonight at the party but you’d better just check their collars and manacles. I don’t like taking my girls out without them - I don’t want them trying to run away.’

Emma gave a little groan of despair. Yes, being manacled and having a wide, shiny metal collar locked round your neck was humiliating enough to make you think twice before making a run for it - especially as Ursula’s name and telephone number were engraved on a disc on the side of the collar.

‘And put on their cloaks,’ Ursula went on, ‘I don’t want them catching a cold in their skimpy harem dress. Then take them down to the garage and lock them in the boot of the Mercedes. As soon as I’m ready I shall want you to drive me to The Society. Take me to the front door and then drive round the back and hand the girls over to The Society’s servants there. But first fit the rod linking their collars. I’ll telephone when I want you to come and collect us.’

Half an hour later Emma and Samantha, their heads raised and their eyes fixed ahead, stood silently at attention behind their Mistress as she chatted to a group of like minded fellow members of The Society. They came from many countries and all were rich.

Many of the other women in their varied fancy dress had also brought along a girl as an attendant, usually dressed as a maid- servant or ladies maid. But only Ursula had two girls identically dressed, or perhaps half dressed, in their eye-catching harem costumes. Moreover, only Ursula’s girls were young, respectable, English married women. And, furthermore, only Ursula's two girls were kept standing side by side by a short steel rod that now rigidly linked the metal collars locked round their necks.

Emma glanced conspiratorially at Samantha who returned her look with suddenly wide-open eyes. Putting her manacled hands to her side, Emma then quietly reached for Samantha's hand. Back came a little answering squeeze. How they loved each other. How they longed to be alone together and to get away from their cruel and demanding Mistress.

The other women kept glancing at the erotic sight of these two beautiful and half naked young women, in their harem costumes, muzzled, manacled and held rigidly close together by their collars and both bearing the marks of a recent caning on their bottoms. Ursula was deliberately showing them off, as another woman might show off a pair of valuable matched diamond brooches, or a pair of beautiful whippets.

Ursula herself, resplendent in her Sultan's dress, appeared to ignore her two attendants - safe in the knowledge that the memory of their caning before they left, would keep them obediently and silently following her around like two little dogs.

Indeed, Ursula was enjoying the party and the champagne and delicious canapés, none of which her girls were allowed to touch. Later, as she tucked into dinner, Ursula was still the target of many jealous looks from other members of The Society as they ogled the two young women, dressed as her slave girls, standing silently, and obediently, at Attention behind her chair, their manacled hands clasped behind their necks as they looked straight ahead. How, they whispered to each other, had Ursula managed to get hold of such a pair of English young married women? How exciting it must be for Ursula to own such submissively cowed and yet socially acceptable creatures as her slaves.

‘But you don’t find it rather expensive keeping a pair of young married women of their background?’ Emma heard one of Ursula’s neighbours ask.

‘Oh no,’ came the reply, ‘when they’re with me I just keep them on dog biscuits and porridge. It's very cheap and they can get expensive delicacies when they go back to their husbands. But they know they’ll get the cane if Sabhu finds they've put on any weight when I next summon them -and they never know when that’s going to be.’

‘Well, it must be very exciting,’ murmured another of Ursula’s neighbours, ‘having two young married women, living with their husbands, and yet secretly all the time being under your thrall, and terrified of your Sabhu’s cane.’

‘It certainly is,’ replied Ursula with a laugh. Indeed, under her Sultan's robe, Ursula could already feel herself becoming increasingly aroused by the erotic scene her girls were making and by her feeling of power over them. Soon it would be time for her to leave and to consummate her pent-up desires. She could now hardly wait to get back home and have both girls brought to her bed to pleasure her!

But there was one nagging doubt in her mind. She had again noticed the way Emma and Samantha kept exchanging meaningful looks and, when they thought no one was looking, had held each other's hands. Were they in love?

Well, perhaps she should start taking certain precautions with these two.