Tex (Burnout) (30 page)

She brought the drinks out to the living room and handed them each a glass, careful to keep her eyes from meeting Sabrina's. Abby looked, instead, at the floor. The bitch had killer shoes. The kind Abby saved for six months to buy when she was still in school. Mark thanked Abby while Sabrina pretty much ignored her presence. Abby went back and knelt on the pillow. She kept her knees closed tightly together, not wanting to expose any more to Sabrina that she already had.

In the middle of his conversation, Mark said, "Pet, why are you hiding your cunt from me?"

Abby's head snapped up and she stared at Mark. Her eyes involuntarily slid to Sabrina, who only raised a perfectly arched brow at her.

"Pet, that's two rules broken," he informed her. "You hid your cunt from me and you made eye contact with someone who hasn't given you that permission. Stand up."

Abby's heart thudded and her eyes darted to the crop.

"If you take longer, it'll be harder on you," he warned.

She got up.

"Come here," he demanded. He got up, gripped her wrist, and turned her around. "Bend over. Hands on the table."

Abby hesitated, then realized that hesitation would cost her even more so she bent down quickly. She watched Mark slide the crop out from beneath her. She tensed as she waited.

"Unclench, pet," Mark told her. She took a deep breath and relaxed. The crop hit her right ass cheek hard. She yelped. "That's one for eye contact." The crop whistled through the air again, striking the other cheek. She bit down hard on the gag. "That's another for hiding yourself. Now you can stay in this position so we might better admire you."

From behind her Abby heard Sabrina exclaim, "Oh, Mark. Her skin!"

"It pinks up nicely, doesn't it?" he replied.

"Have you caned her? That pale skin would show off the stripes exquisitely."

Abby tensed. Caning? Mark said that was the worst of the punishments he doled out. Would they do that now?

"Not yet, but believe me there've been times I've wanted to."

They both laughed.

"Is she a slut?" Sabrina asked.

Abby bit down on her ball gag and suppressed a growl.

"No," Mark responded. "She likes the usual. Nipples, clit, and spankings, but she's not heavily into pain."

"Pity," said Sabrina. "Victor would have loved to borrow her. A painslut with pale skin that marks like that? After her training, of course. She'd never spend a minute out of his cage the way she is now. She's perfectly suited to you though."

"Perfectly," Mark agreed.

"Are you planning-?" Sabrina started.

"We're a long way off," Mark said curtly, cutting her off.

Abby turned her head to try and look at them. A long way off from what? Caning? Being a painslut? She shuddered. She'd never be that. Mark said he knew that. So what then? A...slave? Mark said he didn't want that either. But what if he did? What if he just didn't want to scare her by telling her that in the beginning?

"Eyes front, pet," Mark ordered.

"I understand completely," said Sabrina. "All things in time."

Mark invited Sabrina to join him for lunch.
My lunch
, Abby thought angrily. And she was ordered to serve them both. The nerve! Abby tossed the plates unceremoniously onto the table in front of each of them, getting more and more angry by the second.

Sabrina gave Mark a look. He grinned at his lunch companion. "All things in time," Mark repeated.

Sabrina smiled back beatifically. "Indeed.”

"She's a sexual submissive," Mark declared, as he pulled Abby down to the floor by her collar. "Domestic service will never be her strong suit."

Abby looked in Mark's eyes. Despite his outward calm, even jovial tone, his eyes told her he was furious with her. She looked away. It was his fault for bringing this woman here and parading Abby in front of her like a show dog.

Mark and Sabrina ate their lunches and discussed people and things Abby neither knew, nor cared too much about. She got that they knew each other from a club in Sioux Falls and that Sabrina had several subs. At the mention of a favored female of Sabrina's, Abby looked up for a moment, curious. Female? So she had a relationship like Abby and Mark had... but with other women?

Sabrina caught her looking and Abby flushed scarlet and looked away.

"Mark?" said Sabrina abruptly. Abby's stomach twisted. Sabrina was going to bust her for eye contact again. "May I have a glass of water?"

"Absolutely. Pet, ice water for our guest."

Abby careened out of the dining room and made a beeline for the kitchen, desperate to get away from Madam X and her canes. She returned with the glass of ice water, not spit in, even though from the separate dining room no one had been able to see her. She set it down as politely, respectfully, as possible in front of the Domme, trying to buy some goodwill over the eye contact blunder. She returned to Mark and knelt down beside him, keeping her eyes to the floor.

When they finished, Abby cleared the plates, respectfully, and set them in the sink, respectfully, and joined them in the living room. She knelt down on her pillow, respectfully. She'd pretty much do anything to avoid a caning.

"Shall we start?" Sabrina asked Mark.

Mark nodded and Abby froze. Sabrina had told. And she was going to be punished. She pleaded with Mark, trying to make him understand that she hadn't meant to offend that time, she'd just been so surprised. He barely spared Abby a glance as he got up. "I'll get your things," he told Sabrina.

"Thank you," the genteel woman replied.

When Mark was gone, Abby gritted her teeth against the gag telling herself that appealing to the mercy of the woman beside her would do more harm than good.

The woman's quiet voice shattered the silence. "Maybe if you play nicely, you'll avoid the bite of my cane, little pet."

Abby flinched and almost looked up. Almost. Mark reentered the room carrying a large purse that obviously belonged to Sabrina. He handed it to her. Sabrina stood up and rummaged through it. Abby began to breathe heavily. She couldn't a fit a cane in that bag, could she? What else had she brought? Some medieval torture device, Abby knew. She was going to suffer for that breach of the rules. She nearly collapsed in relief when the woman brought a small notebook and a pencil.

She handed them to Mark. "Would you be a dear?"

"Absolutely," he said taking them from her. Sabrina rummaged through the bag again and came up with something small that fit in her hand.

"Stand up, little pet," Sabrina said. "Let's have a look at you."

Abby got to her feet and took a few steps toward Sabrina. Mark settled himself onto the couch.

"Offer her your wrist, pet," Mark ordered. Abby glanced at him, but he was opening the small notebook.

Abby held her arm out and envisioned a nun with a ruler slapping it. Instead, Sabrina took the cloth tape measure in her hand and encircled Abby's wrist with it. Not knowing what was happening or what to do, Abby stood perfectly still, keeping her gaze locked on the measure. Sabrina gave the measurement to Mark, who wrote it down. She gestured for the other wrist, which Abby gave freely, and measured it as well.

"Put your foot on the chair," Sabrina told Abby. Abby looked at the chair confused. Sabrina put her hands on her hips. "I know you don't expect me to bend over for you, little pet. Doms never place themselves lower than the subs."

Getting it, Abby quickly moved to the chair and put one foot on the cushion. Sabrina measured her ankle. Abby would have thought the woman was measuring her for cuffs except she then ran the tape around Abby’s thigh. Weird. When her other ankle and thigh were measured, Sabrina ordered Abby to turn around and she took off the play collar. She measured Abby's neck. Then replaced the collar.

"Turn around," she told Abby. Abby complied. "Take your bra off." At this Abby hesitated for a second, but then remembered that lingerie makers preferred to measure that way. She reached behind herself and unfastened the garment. Sabrina took it and laid it gently over the arm of the chair. Instead of measuring Abby though, she reached out with both hands and cupped Abby's breasts.

Abby gasped and tried to step back. "Don't be childish," Sabrina said in a clipped, harsh tone that made Abby freeze. At odds with her frosty tone, Sabrina’s hands were gentle and warm, slowly massaging Abby's breasts and then pinching her nipples until they hardened.

"She responds well," Sabrina told Mark.

"Very well. I'm very pleased with her."

"Decorative jewelry is nice for long sessions, but these could take piercing well," Sabrina said, rolling Abby's nipples between her fingers. "I'd go horizontal, not vertical. For weights."

Abby's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Horizontal? Vertical? Weights? What?

Seeing her puzzlement, Sabrina released her and slowly unbuttoned her own blouse. She laid it over the arm chair. She had a beautiful white lace bra on underneath which she started to unclasp. Abby didn't know what to do. When Sabrina slid the bra down her arms she revealed that her own nipples were pierced.

"Touch the piercings," she ordered.

Abby looked at Mark. For one thing, she was relieved that Mark was not looking at Sabrina. In fact his casualness about the whole thing was at odds with the fact that a topless woman was in the fucking living room! Instead Mark was looking at Abby. Expectantly.

She turned back to Sabrina. "Go on," Sabrina demanded. "They don't hurt me. They certainly won't hurt
you
. Touch them." Abby tentatively reached out with one hand and touched the silver ball on top of the small bar.

"These are vertical," the woman informed her. "I prefer my subs to be pierced horizontally."

Abby's hand jerked back and her heart thudded as she stole a glance at Mark. "He may pierce you," Sabrina told her. "He may not. We're just discussing what's possible." She reached out and took hold of Abby's breasts again. "These are lovely," she told Mark, squeezing gently. "She'd need a decent size gauge to show them off, if you were so inclined." She released Abby and said, "On your knees, little pet."

Abby knelt, feeling a little dizzy from the turn of events. The Domme lifted the front of her long skirt, slowly revealing her shapely legs. She revealed her bare pussy to Abby, who, on her knees, was looking directly at it. There was a silver ring the size of Abby's thumb at the top.

"This is a horizontal," Sabrina explained. "Some women can't get their hoods pierced because they don't have enough skin. Touch it."

Abby looked helplessly at Mark, who again had nothing to say on the subject. She slowly reached out and fingered the little circle. Sabrina moaned approvingly. "If done right," she continued, "it enhances sensitivity. Nipples, too."

Abby had to admit she was a little fascinated. She'd never, ever seen anyone with body piercings. It looked like it hurt, but when she touched it, Sabrina seemed to enjoy it.

"Lie down on the table, pet," Mark told her.

She could only look at him. He stood up, gently took her arm and positioned her with her ass on the edge of the table. He laid her back until she was resting on the surface. "Spread your legs," he told her.

Abby hesitated, but slowly spread her feet and thighs apart.

Sabrina took a pillow from the couch and deposited it on the floor between Abby's legs. She knelt this time, in front of Abby and Abby sucked in a breath as she felt the woman's hands on her mound.

Sabrina spread Abby open. She whimpered and Mark said, "Shh, it's alright, pet."

Sabrina inspected Abby's cleft. "Well, she's got a beautiful full hood," the older woman declared. Abby gasped as she felt a finger prodding her nub. She wiggled her hips in response as Sabrina pushed her finger. "A piercing would look absolutely gorgeous on a girl like this."

Sabrina took hold of one of Abby's labia, pinching and pulling it. Abby made a noise low in her throat. "If she were mine, I'd pierce these, too," Sabrina said. "Use them to open her up." As if demonstrating, Sabrina spread Abby's labia wide and dipped a finger into her. Abby groaned behind the gag.

"So responsive," said Sabrina admiringly as she spread Abby's juice onto her clit. "A piercing would have her coming constantly just by walking around."

Sabrina shoved a finger inside Abby and curled it. Abby bucked her hips off the table. Sabrina got up, still fingering Abby and moved to the side of the table. She knelt down again and took Abby's nipple between her teeth and bit gently. Abby shrieked, but her pussy tightened up on Sabrina's finger.

"I see what you mean about just a little pain. She certainly doesn't need much."

"No." Mark replied and knelt between Abby's knees and gripped the plug, half pulling it out and shoving it back in while Sabrina licked Abby's nipple and teased her clit between two fingers.

Abby felt the incredible fullness of the plug which steadily built as Mark pulled it a little further out then then slammed it back in. She arched her back up off the table. The third time, the plug came all the way out, stretching Abby wide until she was crying behind the gag. She was tortured between Sabrina's sweet frigging and Mark's painful extraction. Her body was at war with itself.