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derive any pleasure from such activity. It came as a shock to me to discover that I did. Tentatively, I nodded my head.
'"Splendid," Willingham replied, "well don't stop then. Tan the girl!" I lashed Sabrina again and again, heard her moan with the heavy infliction of each lash, a brittle, grating noise that seemed only to add to Willingham's pleasure. I could see how Sabrina's buttocks rippled with each stroke. I could see the glee in Willingham's eyes, the envy in Anna Bertini's, the cold, implacable indifference in Everton's posture that seemed to add to rather than detract from the intense erotic atmosphere that seemed to have swept through the room.
'"I want her," Anna Bertini said, her voice cool but demanding. "You want who, Anna?" Willingham asked, his eyes momentarily distracted from the beating I was giving to Sabrina to Anna's lustful gaze. "Why her of course, the maid. She's very beautiful, Lance. Can I have her? Please can I have her?" Her lips at full pout, the voice childish and whiny, her eyes flicking from Willingham to me, her new object of desire. "Everton can finish her off. She's too professional for me. You know I like the fresh, the amateur." "This is my new girl you are talking about." "Come on Lance, I only want to borrow her." Willingham looked pensive. The situation was too fantastic for me to take in. Nobody had ever talked about me in that way before, as if I was merely a pleasure, an object, even a sexual toy for a rich girl's pleasure. I couldn't believe it.'
'But why didn't you go?' Lillian asked. 'Surely you could have just walked out if you wanted to.'
'You're right, Lillian. Of course you are right. I could have done. But I was excited. I was discovering my true identity. I had enjoyed lashing Sabrina, but part of me also wished that the tables had been reversed and it was me who was outstretched on the table and somebody like Sabrina who was lashing me with the whip. As I stroked her beautiful bottom time after time with the riding crop, I imagined that the lash had been descending on me, how it would feel, what pleasure I might have felt with all the mingling of that pleasure and pain. I am a clever woman, Lillian. Maybe I could have done many other things in my life, but I realized there and then why I had become something as mundane as a maid. It must have been that there was something in my soul that made me want to be subservient, that enjoyed taking orders, that in my sexuality there was something terribly submissive about me.
'Willingham looked over to me, closed his eyes momentarily, and then opened them. It seemed to me that he had come to a decision. "Everton," he said, "take your pleasure with her." Anna brought her hands together in a loud clap. I could see how excited she was at the prospect of taking me. She came to stand beside me, began to caress the side of my flushed cheek with the back of her hand. "Look, see how perfect she is. What a find, Lance! Look, the poor girl is trembling. She wants it too. I can always tell when they want it. I bet she is so wet."
'As Anna spoke Everton undressed, pulling down his cotton briefs last to unveil a big, thick cock. I gawked at the sight, feeling terribly teased as he began to move it up and down Sabrina's sex. The girl was still sprawled on the table, her legs still splayed although nobody held them any more. As Everton pushed into the juicy folds of flesh, he brought his nails down over the reddened skin where I had lashed her, occasionally pinching the girl hard over the welt marks that the whip had left. Her whoops of pain transmuted into gasps of pleasure as Everton penetrated her.
'That was all I could see. That was all I was allowed to see. Anna had roughly pulled my arms behind my back, twisting me by the wrist until I could feel a heavy ache. She was binding them together. I could not believe that this girl, the same girl that I had watched night after night on a TV soap was binding my wrists together in such a way.
'"Splendid," Willingham replied, "well don't stop then. Tan the girl!" I lashed Sabrina again and again, heard her moan with the heavy infliction of each lash, a brittle, grating noise that seemed only to add to Willingham's pleasure. I could see how Sabrina's buttocks rippled with each stroke. I could see the glee in Willingham's eyes, the envy in Anna Bertini's, the cold, implacable indifference in Everton's posture that seemed to add to rather than detract from the intense erotic atmosphere that seemed to have swept through the room.
'"I want her," Anna Bertini said, her voice cool but demanding. "You want who, Anna?" Willingham asked, his eyes momentarily distracted from the beating I was giving to Sabrina to Anna's lustful gaze. "Why her of course, the maid. She's very beautiful, Lance. Can I have her? Please can I have her?" Her lips at full pout, the voice childish and whiny, her eyes flicking from Willingham to me, her new object of desire. "Everton can finish her off. She's too professional for me. You know I like the fresh, the amateur." "This is my new girl you are talking about." "Come on Lance, I only want to borrow her." Willingham looked pensive. The situation was too fantastic for me to take in. Nobody had ever talked about me in that way before, as if I was merely a pleasure, an object, even a sexual toy for a rich girl's pleasure. I couldn't believe it.'
'But why didn't you go?' Lillian asked. 'Surely you could have just walked out if you wanted to.'
'You're right, Lillian. Of course you are right. I could have done. But I was excited. I was discovering my true identity. I had enjoyed lashing Sabrina, but part of me also wished that the tables had been reversed and it was me who was outstretched on the table and somebody like Sabrina who was lashing me with the whip. As I stroked her beautiful bottom time after time with the riding crop, I imagined that the lash had been descending on me, how it would feel, what pleasure I might have felt with all the mingling of that pleasure and pain. I am a clever woman, Lillian. Maybe I could have done many other things in my life, but I realized there and then why I had become something as mundane as a maid. It must have been that there was something in my soul that made me want to be subservient, that enjoyed taking orders, that in my sexuality there was something terribly submissive about me.
'Willingham looked over to me, closed his eyes momentarily, and then opened them. It seemed to me that he had come to a decision. "Everton," he said, "take your pleasure with her." Anna brought her hands together in a loud clap. I could see how excited she was at the prospect of taking me. She came to stand beside me, began to caress the side of my flushed cheek with the back of her hand. "Look, see how perfect she is. What a find, Lance! Look, the poor girl is trembling. She wants it too. I can always tell when they want it. I bet she is so wet."
'As Anna spoke Everton undressed, pulling down his cotton briefs last to unveil a big, thick cock. I gawked at the sight, feeling terribly teased as he began to move it up and down Sabrina's sex. The girl was still sprawled on the table, her legs still splayed although nobody held them any more. As Everton pushed into the juicy folds of flesh, he brought his nails down over the reddened skin where I had lashed her, occasionally pinching the girl hard over the welt marks that the whip had left. Her whoops of pain transmuted into gasps of pleasure as Everton penetrated her.
'That was all I could see. That was all I was allowed to see. Anna had roughly pulled my arms behind my back, twisting me by the wrist until I could feel a heavy ache. She was binding them together. I could not believe that this girl, the same girl that I had watched night after night on a TV soap was binding my wrists together in such a way.
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