The Blind Domme

by justincbenedict

 

My fingers moved quickly across the last of the raised dots. "Allison" my fingers read "I've been looking all over town for you! You have company at home. A young man all the way from New York."

My fingers dropped off the page, and I closed "Peyton Place", my first "naughty" book I'd ordered surreptitiously as a girl, years ago,hiding it under "Little Women" when I'd gotten it in the mail from Jennie, my roommate at Perkins. "It is such a sexy book, Kyra!" she'd said to me over the phone "Don't let your Mom find it!"

Not that Mom could read Braille anyway. I laughed thinking about it...after all, I'd read "Peyton Place" a book from the 1950s, in the seventies, and even then it was tame next to books like "Valley of the Dolls" and whatever Erica Jong was writing..but sadly, those books weren't in Braille then. But now, that I can read regular print with my Optacon reader, which scans print and sends electronic impulses back to my index finger in the shape of the letters, I have full access to whatever erotic filth I like...but my my old favorite is still what it was when I was twelve...the Braille version of "Peyton Place".

I leaned over and put "Peyton Place" on the coffee table, feeling to make sure it was not going to knock over the coffee that Kevin had brought me. Then I'd have to whip him. I giggled. On the other side of the room, there was a cough. "Did you want something, Miss Kyra?" I made my voice cold. "Did I say I did, Gareth? Are you pushing your nose into the corner? You'd better." "Yes ma'am." his voice came, mumbling.

I smiled, and tucked my shirt in a bit, feeling my heavy breasts with the hardening nipples. I thought of poor Gareth, who had been standing naked in the corner all morning. Gareth owned this house, and kept me on a fat allowance, understanding about my various lovers and the other slaves that I have living here, and all the poor boy wanted was some time with his Miss Kyra!

Gareth works so hard, and much of that time he's traveling around the world, hoping for some alone time with Miss Kyra....so the one weekend he gets at home, Miss Kyra makes him stand in the corner!

And last night, when he took me to dinner, he was telling me how much he wanted to take me on a picnic today, how he wanted to take me jewelry shopping, and maybe go to a play. He'd bought tickets to a good one "The Music Man" and had gotten us front row seats so I could hear well, and possibly sense the actors moving about on the stage. And I was going to take these tickets and give them to Deroy, my lover and his other girlfriend, Caitlin.

And poor Gareth was consigned to the corner. Balancing two Encyclopaedia Brittanicas under a cup of hot coffee on his head, no less...if he drops it, I'll hear him, and have another use for mny long white cane.

I could have whipped Gareth, feeling his crotch hardening against my nyloned knees as my hairbrush crashed against his sweaty, wrinkled buttocks again and again...but that would be too much attention. Gareth must realize that just because he supports me and gives me a nice place to live, doesn't mean he's goiing to get Miss Kyra to focus on him all the time.

In a way he reminded me a lot of Basil, the slave boy who kept me in a wonderful cottage at Martha's Vineyard years ago. I was just twenty-one, and Basil would work all week in New York, sweating away, getting no relief from the chastity device that held him, and then he'd show up on Fridays, getting off the ferry, and gasping at the sight of glorious little me in my bikini. I usually had a darkish tan by June, and would wear a white bikini which, I was told, set my dark skin off.

I don't know what dark and white are like, really...but I know the sound of Basil's strangled gasp as he'd see me, and I'd march right up to him on the dock, toward the voice "Here Mistress" tapping my long white cane, the stick that has grown progressively longer since I got my first one at age three.

I'd tap my cane, feeling the wood on the dock, hearing other men whispering "There's that hot blind girl...Jesus, those tits...what's she see in that loser?" Money, honey. I'd tap along and finally stop right in front of poor Basil. I'd hear his heavy breathing and smell that pathetic Brut cologne, and reach right up at chest level and grab one of his nipples through his expensive Brooks Brothers shirt, twisting it harshly, before dropping my nails down to flick his crotch, where the penis was straining against the chastity device.

At home, I'd order Basil to strip and bring me a Long Island Iced Tea. Then we'd adjorn to the bedroom, where he'd set out the ropes, and I'd move around, tying his wrists and ankles to the bedposts, before using my superior tactile sensation-oriented fingers to feel Basil's entire body... I'd run my fingers over his Adam's apple, his broad shoulders, running my hands over his chest, tweaking the nipples again and again.

I'd hear Basil's breathing getting heavier and faster as my nails marched along his belly, feeling his navel. I'd smell the sweat pouring down his forehead as my little hands finally reeached his chastity device. "I don't know where the key is" I'd say. "I think I lost it...I can't see anything, you know." I'd hear the mingled sob..and that was ridiculous. We both knew that I had the key. Finally I'd go into my purse and get the key out and unlock the poor bastard.

I'd have an exaggerated feeling of Basil's legs, pretending I couldn't find the chastity device, but finally I'd unlock it, pulling it out from under his legs. Then I'd feel for my marvelous lubricant and squirt some on my hand and begin my tactile trot across his balls and shaft, touching the full, throbbing shaft, running my fingers carefully across the swelling veins of his engorged penis. I don't know whether sighted women are as fascinated with the various bumps and paths surrounding the average penis, which is incredibly covered in lines, veins and wrinkles.

The circumsised penis is not quite as intricate, but it is indeed bulbous, and Basil's was cut and huge...and I'd rub it carefully, whistling between my teeth, hearing him pant as I moved my long nails up and down the shaft oh so carefully. I generally polish my nails red, as my sister says that's a good color for me. Red is a good color, gray isn't...they're all just words to Kyra.

At some point I'd lean over and carefully rub my nipples across Basil's chest until he appeared to be begging oh, begging for me to let him cum, and then I'd leave the room for a while. I really enjoyed spenidng the entire weekend torturing poor Basil, and quite often locking him back up again with no orgasm, and sending him back for a long week of chastity in New York.

If he bitched "I didn't get to cum last week either, and I'm so good to you..." Then I'd have Basil grab his ankles, bent over and lash his bottom with the cane, and not let him visit me for a fortnight. What a riot that was! Especially since he would be locked in his belt for all that time.

Then there was Jaques, who I kept in a cage in his apartment in Monaco...he'd taken me all over Europe in a car, and I hadn't had to tap around with my cane at all. I could just be whisked about in Jacques' limo...or Kent, the rich deaf-mute. I couldn't see his hand-signs, and he couldn't make any noise...all the communication we seemed to have was when he'd thump to the floor as I whipped his butt cheeks, or I'd feel his body vibrate as I stimulated his frenum with my expert tactile fingers. Or Bruce, a whining baby who I kept in rustly petticoats, hearing him raise them and pulling down his panties for yet another correction. What an amazing creature ran the U.N....what would they think?

Or Mustafa, from the Sudan...who had a dungeon so intricate I would have to move carefully through the tunnels, using my facial vision to feel the change in the air pressure between the body and the stone walls before arriving to where he was cuffed to the ceiling...feeling through his rack of whips for a long one with spur ends that would give me that satisfying sound of slashing!

But enough of that...we had visitors coming. My old friend Simone and her novice domme Sheila were going to spend a few days here, and we had to prepare. "Gareth!" I called. Thump! "Ow!" I giggled silently. The coffee must've fallen on his bare belly as the books dropped on his feet, the poor clumsy thing. "Gareth, you must prepare...we have visitors coming..but first I think I'm going to have to execute my cane on your buttocks for your clumsiness."

A long sigh. "Yes ma'am."

An Hour Later

"Jesus, Simone, I haven't laughed so much in years...since I was on the Island with you." Kyra smiled. "You were a Castle Domme?" Sheila asked in astonishment. "After only a three year internship as a dominatrix in New York State!" Kyra said triumphantly. "Ky's title was Lady Grandison, but she was known as Lady Fingers" said Simone with a smile. "She had the power to make any man jump at her touch."

Kyra snorted, feeling around for her Budweiser. Kevin, Kyra's brother and apparently a slave also, quickly put the can in her hands, and she took a long slug, She was the most beautiful woman Sheila had ever seen. Watching Kyra as she conversed enthusiastically with Simone, Sheila was just amazed. That shoulder length sandy hair, clear, luminous though quite blank hazel eyes.

Though Sheila had to admit, Kyra was much better mannered than the blind people who Sheila had been around previously. Most stared into space as they spoke to you. Not this girl. When you spoke to Kyra, she turned her head as if to look at you, though of course, she couldn't.

"How is the fat old Castle director?" Kyra inquired of Simone. "The last time I heard from him, he sent me some begging letter...a tape of course, because he didn't want Kevin or Gareth reading it to me in their voices. He was just begging me to come back. Like five years in the Castle wasn't enough to teach me everything...Simone, don't you ever want to come back to this area?"Kyra toyed with her white cane as she spoke. "I've had just about enough of it traveling around here." Simone replied, touching Kyra's hand. Sheila sensed that there was something else between Simone and Kyra--they weren't just pals.

"I really wish to return to the sunny beaches of the Castle...and my pathetic husband Stuart." Kyra snorted. "Yes of course, Mr. Peanut--I call him that because he always smelled of salty peanuts to me," explained Kyra in Sheila's direction. Dressed in a skintight black tee shirt and cargo pants, Kyra relaxed, chain smoking Lucky Strikes, sipping a beer and laughing at Simone's sallies. Sheila noticed that the poor bastard in the corner, naked Gareth, kept surreptitiously turning and giving Kyra imploring looks, though of course that couldn't do any good. Kevin stood by Kyra trying to be as helpful as he could.

"Did you bring me my sandwich, brother dear?" Kyra asked, and Kevin mumbled "I was busy with the beers, but I'll get it." Kyra smiled into space. "You've got to learn, Kev. Unzip your pants and take your cock out." Kevin's voice wavered "Please, I'll get the sandwich." Kyra laughed "You certainly will, after you take your cock out, NOW." Kevin unzipped his pants and pulled out a long, hard cock, and Kyra picked up her Lucky Strike, and began stabbing it out on Kevin's penis, holding the shaft with one hand as she burned Kevin's cockhead with her cigarette tip in the other. Then, Kyra had neatly picked up Simone's cup of steaming hot coffee, and had poured a bit of that onto Kevin's hard cock, to the point that he screamed.

As Kevin held his hands behind his back, gritting his teeth, Kyra felt around and grabbed the tip of Kevin's penis and pinched his foreskin several tiimes with her long fingernails, and he squealed and gasped at the intense pain. Kyra groped about in front of her, and Simone instinctively handed Kyra her long riding crop, the Licorice Whip, and she landed it five or sx times, hard on Kevin's shuddering cock....and Kevin cried yet a bit more!

Kyra then reached her slim little wrist into Kevin's open zippered crotch and grabbed and squeezed Kevin's balls, as her brother bent over at the stomach and cried. "That's amazing, I couldn't have found them in there without seeing." Sheila said. "Oh, I've learned to do quite a bit without it as you may guess.

"Now, you can zip back up and go get me my sandwich, as well as the other women's sandwiches" Kyra told her weeping brother, and laughed hearing Sheila's gasp. Apparently they were twins...they looked a great deal alike, though of course they weren't identical, and Kevin was sighted. But there seemed to be a yearning look in Simone's eyes as she learned towards Kyra. Sheila was mystified by this.

Kyra, enjoying the sensations of a cold brew in one hand and Simone's pressing fingers in the other, wondered how Simone was going to behave on this visit. With the new girl, Sheila, here, Simone couldn't possibly revert to her usual role when she visited Kyra's house. But seventeen years before, when Kyra had been a domme in the Castle, Simone had come to her room one night, and in a voice quite different from the usual, regal "Simone tone" she'd said, "Kyra, I-I saw you when you were domming one of the female clients. Simone had sounded so hesitant, and Kyra had felt the vibrations of Simone's face close, but she seemed to be just below Kyra's head--was she on her knees, Kyra had wondered?

Kyra had smiled, trying to tilt her head down somewhat to the direction of Simone's voice, and had listened carefully to the way Simone was speaking, and the tone she'd used. Having always had to depend on only the four senses of hearing, touching, tasting and smell, Kyra had learned early on that people sent messages from the way they said things, that were far more important than what they said. "I-I just was so taken with the way you whipped that girl, and how you twisted her long nipples."

Simone had stuttered. "I-might have to dominate one of our um, gentle sex one day, and it was good for me to watch, very interesting." They'd talked late into the night, and somewhere around three, Simone had asked if she could stay. Somehow, Simone had worked her way between Kyra's legs and had performed several hours of expert tongue work on Kyra's happy pussy, bringing Kyra to several orgasms. At one point, Kyra had asked Simone if she wanted reciprocity, and Simone had insisted that she'd be happier masturbating, and Kyra had felt Simone drop to the floor and frig herself, Kyra assumed, on her knees.

Simone had shown up night after night, climbing into Kyra's bed and bringing her to several orgasms before going back to her own room after masturbating herself while sleeping on the floor. And then Simone had begun cleaning Kyra's room now and then, when slaveboys weren't showing up to do it....Kyra wondered what was going on.A couple of days later, Simone was supposed to bring a Spencer paddle, the the thick wooden kind with the holes, to Kyra immediately for an important session with Senator Panfili, and Simone had been late, and Kyra had made do with a telephone book, she'd heard her father, a Texas police detective say they'd "sweat" truth out of suspects using a book as it didn't leave marks, and Kyra had adapted that for the Senator.

When Simone showed up an hour late with the paddle, Kyra had laughed and said "Well, you were supposed to bring the Spencer earlier, but we resolved it." Simone had snapped at her. "Well, I'm not your servant to bring you things on time just because you're blind...unless you want to punish me...then I supposed I'd have to do as you asked." Kyra had felt her way across the room until she'd been right level with Simone, and then she'd reached out and slapped Simone's face, hard.

"You'll bring me that Spencer paddle on time next time, and this time I'm going to show you what you get!" And Simone had stripped, thrown herself over Kyra's couch, and received a terrific paddling from her energetic blind friend. After this, whenever Kyra and Simone hadn't been busy domming their various slaves, they'd get together so Kyra could give Simone the discipline she craved, twisting Simone's nipples, horsewhipping Simone's bare butt, cattle-prodding Simone, and generally keeping the other dominatrix jumping.

When, after five years, Kyra had invested her money and decided to leave the Castle and go to Buffalo, NY to live with her brother, Simone had pleaded with her not to go, and then made regular trips to Buffalo, just to get further sessions.But now Simone seemed somewhat regal, and it didn't look like she'd want that from Kyra now...female domination. Or maybe she would, but Kyra doubted that she wanted to lose face in front of Sheila....it was a mystery!

Sheila was amazed at this scene. Gareth, the fatty slave was still naked and in the corner, sobbing audibly. Every now and then he would blow his nose into a handkerchief, which she assumed was the only bit of clothing he was allowed.And Kevin, Kyra's twin brother was incredibly solicitous of his sister, running back and forth to get anything she wanted, and being rewarded left and right with cuffs and slaps. Sheila had never heard of a brother serving his dominant sister before, it seemed a bit incestous, but hell a month ago she knew nothing of female domination or S/M at all. "You got it, he eats her out and she manually teases him, just like the others I've introduced you to"

Simone had told Sheila tartly in the car. "Kevin actually came to live with Kyra when she came to work at the Castle, and stayed right in her room, never left without her, though (snort) we used to see her whipping his bare ass on the beach...if she hadn't been so good at her work, the Castle director never would've gone for that, let me tell you." "But how did he work, or did she support him?" Sheila asked. There wasn't much employment at the Castle for guys, as the slaves did almost everything.

Simone had snickered, turning into Kyra's driveway. "No, Kyra wouldn't support any man, I don't think–much less her mealy-mouthed brother. Kevin is fairly rich, he's a writer, does those Mike Fish mysteries, you know them." Sheila nodded. "Yeah, my dad reads them, there are about fifty of them, real macho stuff." Simone had laughed as she'd braked and turned the car off. "Yes, I wonder where Kevin gets that, as he's the wimpiest creature I've ever seen.

Anyway, he just sat at his word processor and typed out all that drivel, and sent it off to a publisher in New York, and then he'd receive royalty checks, which of course he signed over to his blind little sister." Simone snorted. "He has been her body servant since she was a teenager. Pathetic, I think." Sheila had heard a tone of irritation, or was it jealousy? You'd think Simone would be in favor of a rich brother serving his dominant sister, she thinks everything else that goes on like that is so cool, right?

What Sheila didn't know, was,that that Simone had been Kyra's slave, which Simone devoutly hoped Sheila would never know. And Kyra had ordered Simone, who was the ultimate dominatrix, to give Kevin oral sex every year on his birthday. "Please not that," Simone had begged of Mistress Kyra at the time. "I've drank gallons of your urine, Mistress, knelt on broken glass and sometimes your childhood jacks, I've rimmed diahrea from your gorgeous buttocks.

I've allowed you to push needles through my nipples...I've had you lash my breasts with stinging nettles...You've scorched cigars out on my tender tongue..." "You have to do it, if you are my slave" Miss Kyra had replied back then. Simone had continued her protests "I've deep-throated your dildos and licked your muddy boots clean... I serviced your pet Shetland pony... but please don't make me perform fellatio on a slave, much less one as pathetic as your brother."

Kyra had caned Simone viciously for her sauciness, and Simone had swallowed two or three loads from Kevin's sorry little cock.Not just when she'd been in the Castle but even after Kyra had left to become a free-lance dominatrix again, was Simone commanded to come and service Kevin on his birthday.Kyra had found the Castle too "Safe" and stifling. Explaining why she was leaving to the sobbing Simone Kyra had said "As a blind girl, I was always encouraged to get a 'safe' job in a workshop deal making brooms...

When I got the full academic scholarship to Welleselley, and there was no doubt of my intelligence, I was still advised to get a job teaching blind kids at a school, or doing something where I'd be sheltered." Simone had begged her with tears in her eyes. "But this isn't a sheltered workshop! Thisis one of the most exciting places in the world, Tease Island! My whole life has changed...I'm happier as your slave than I ever was as a domme, and you want to leave me and this exciting place?" Kyra had replied,

"No, the Castle is especially sheltered, because there's always a constant flow of slaves coming, and you don't have any uncertainty about clients...As well as how easy it is for me to get around here. I miss the city streets, having to feel the vibrations of telephone poles, and tapping about... Independence is everything to me! Not to mention that my old clients miss me, and have been writing...And I can't ski here...really, Kevin and I are going home."Kyra had paused, feeling the tears under Simone's eyes as Simone had laid her head on Kyra's lap.

But don't cry so much, Simone, honey...if you want to continue being my slave occasionally..." Simone had nodded her head, begging "yes, yes...I'll even pay you, Miss Kyra!" Kyra had shook her head, smiling. "You can come here for a month every year and get a full month of whippings, beatings...hours of me tormenting your clit lips with a pencil...on the one conclusion that you service Kevin.

Kevin was a geeky guy even before he became a slaveboy...it was beyond his wildest dreams to get head from a girl as hot as you are. He serves me so well 364 days a year, that one day he deserves to have a hot woman do him, and he chooses you, and you'll do it in return for coming to see me. Got it?" Simone had assented, and in the twelve years plus since Ky had left, Simone would come to see her for one month of the year, October.

This was the month of Kevin's birthday, and get the privilege of serving Miss Kyra for thirty glorious days, in return for sucking –ugh! Slave Kevin's cock on his birthday. Simone's slavery was a secret from everyone except Kyra, ...Simone didn't want anyone, especially her slave husband Stuart to know she submitted to another! Now, sitting and chatting, Simone tried to keep her voice level as she laughed at Kyra's sallies.She knew, Simone did, that this was not a regular October visit, that she was ostensibly bringing Sheila here to meet Kyra just so the girl could see different aspects of female domination.

But there was another side, and Simone and Kyra both knew it...Simone was hoping for a little session or two...and possibly, since it wasn't Kevin's birthday, they could have a clandestine session without Sheila knowing it–Simone hoped that, and Kyra knew that this was what Simone hoped.Kevin had brought everyone a nice lunch and was standing by, idly rubbing his crotch, which must've hurt considerably from the various punishments that Kyra had inflicted.

Simone, looking over at Kevin was just revolted by him. It was true that Kyra, born totally blind, had never seen anyone's looks, physically...But Simone had often wished Kyra could just once see her homely brother's face, with all the gorgeous men and women that Kyra had slept with.So to even socialize with this dork, even if he was her blood kin..how could they have been twins, even fraternal? During Kyra's time working at the Castle, when Kevin wasn't writing his novels or cleaning the room, he was almost always in a corner, crouching naked, during most of Simones' visits.

Kyra had never ordered Kevin to leave during the sessions she'd put Simone through, but Kevin was not going to tell any secrets...still, Simone hated him.Why couldn't Simone stop focusing on Kyra sexually? This was supposed to be an educational weekend for Sheila, for God's sake. But here in the living room, Simone couldn't keep her eyes off Kyra's magnificent breasts, heavy in the light violet T-shirt. "My breasts are so off limits to you, you worthless old whore."

Kyra had said to Simone so many times, heartlessly. Simone was only a year or so older than Kyra, but Kyra treated her as if she was a dirty old man with fleas. "Get back! Scumbag!" Kyra would kick Simone in the stomach as she'd stare at Kyra's areolas with streaming eyes...but that was then!

Now Simone was an equal, at least on this visit. She had to see Kyra as a peer dominatrix...but still, Simone couldn't stop looking at those proud mama's poking through the hot violet ends-above-the-belly deals, that showed the navel.

Kyra was still doing her 100 sit ups a day, evidently. What a flat stomach. What beautiful full breasts! Simone breathed heavily, and felt a stream soaking her panties. Her memories of Kyra were legion! Kyra whipping Simone's bare ass while Ky herself was encased in a curve-hugging black dress with an incredibly sexy halter neckline..

Kyra's breasts jiggling in a cream colored knit top as she pulled Simone across a floor through rings in Simone's nipples..Kyra in her black string bikini with the string-tie bottom, known as "Camel toes" by many lustful men...Simone had been naked that day at a NON-nude beach in Delaware, receiving a vicious swishing with a cut thorn branch! Oh, Simone was wet thinking of it, soaking wet.

And the horrible, humiliating week she'd spent with Kyra and a dominant boyfriend of Kyra's, Max. Max, also blind, had suggested they blindfold Simone and Kevin and keep them on their knees, serving...all week. Simone had bumped into things repeatedly trying to bring Max and Kyra their meals, and of course was punished viciously "We get around fine like this, what the hell's wrong with you, Toilet-Girl?" Kyra had asked Simone that weekend mockingly.

Simone had been called that because she'd nearly stumbled in the bathroom and doused her hair in the toilet. Then Max had held Simone's face underwater in a shit filled bowl, beautiful formerly dominant Simone, who had nearly three million dollars from having dommed so many rich men and women...but now just Toilet-girl...or Toilet-Pig. And Simone had loved it!

Just watching Kyra leaning back and bantering with herself and Sheila made Simone very wet, remembering just nine months before when Kyra had sat on this same couch.

This while Simone herself had been the naked, quivering slave, kneeling at her feet, nipples clamped with mousetraps as Kyra, fully dressed–what was she wearing back then? She'd been in a one-shoulder crop-top in a provocative bright yellow, and tiny shorts with stockings and heels, idly pushing one heel in Simone's clit, shaved bare for the occasion by Kevin.

There had been other dommes also fully dressed sitting with Kyra laughing and discussing Simone as if she were some sort of dog. Oh, the delicious humiliation!

Simone remembered when Kyra had first come to work at the Castle, a new recruit. It had been quite unusual for the Castle Director to bring in a disabled Mistress. They did have Anna Myers, who had one leg shorter than the other, but most of the time Anna wore boots, one with a higher heel, and no one could really tell.

Still, Anna had always been a bit insecure about this defect, though she was incredibly pretty, and she'd married a client and left, a client who didn't mind the limp at all."Are you joking?" Simone had asked M . Fulbright. Simone herself had just been promoted to a Ladyship, she was Lady Bissell now, and was quite egocentric about it. "I found her in a Chicago cat-o-nine tails newspaper...she had her own house, Mistress Kyra did, and five girls working for her. She's quite good."

"Trust us" said Lady Ipswich,the Director's girlfriend. "Kyra's remarkable" said Lady Esplinger, who looked so glamourous herself in a scoop top...today Esplinger was obese and living in Vermont."Kyra may be blind, buty she's been a professional domme for seven years..and she's only twenty-six!" said Lady Parkinson, now ten years dead of leukemia. "Oh, sure...the Director's has been impressed by a set of tits or something." Simone had said skeptically.

But Kyra had been really something! The Director had asked Simone and some other seasoned Castle Mistresses to watch Kyra handling a sub from behind a two way mirror. "This is impossible" Simone had chuckled to herself. She knew the submissive being used, Owen, and she knew at the first lash of a whip, he would squeal in pain and then run and hide. Several Mistresses had been criticized for losing Owen, as he'd go anywhere to escape a lashing.

Kyra had walked easily into the room where Owen knelt, naked. Her cane tapped the shag rug in front of her. "I hear you breathing, Owen, honey"Ky had said, as her sightless eyes gazed just above his balding head. "Don't you want to say hello to your Mistress,? But Lady Ipswich warned me that you were a shy little thing."

Simone had of course been completely blown away by Kyra. At that time, Kyra's hair had been cropped close to her head, but there was no doubt to her feminity.Kyra had full lips and a delicate nose and high cheekbones. She wasn't wearing a little leather or lingerie outfit, either, her breasts instead were poking the tip of a turquoise knit top, the cleavage prominent. Her long legs poured out of a twill mini skirt, and moved easily in high heels.

As Kyra's tongue had moved across her lips, Simone had felt a twinge between her legs. What's this? I'm not gay, she thought. Sure, Simone had had her share of girl-girl experiences, especially in the tenements with other teenyboppers in her days as the shy Sadie Mulvaney who Simone had once been.

Yes, but she'd always preferred dick, she thought, anyway. But this young girl had seemed to beckon her.Owen had bitten his lip. Simone and the others watched him shiver. "He's always like that" Lady Ipswich had whispered.

"You wonder why he comes to the Castle to be dominated at all...he's like a prisoner-of war or something...how will she find him." As Kyra strode in the room she called lightly,

"Owen? Where are you, dear?" Owen was breathing very carefully through his nose now, kneeling naked on the rug, and hoping against hope that she would think he wasn't there.

It had been a big room, and as Kyra moved towards Owen, he'd moved back, as silently as possible. Simone at the time was contemptuous of this very pretty, but quite inept girl...how was someone who couldn't see going to capture the elusive Owen?

"Owen, honey, I can't see you, but my nostrils are filled with information." Kyra had said lightly. "You apparently don't bathe much, and of course your perspiration is quite evident...and then you try to mask the fact that you don't bathe by sloshing your face and shoulders with Aqua Velva...it's quite revolting, but I think I'll find you."

Kyra moved about a foot from Owen, her cane swaying back and forth. Owen moved back a bit. "I hear you moving around, Owen." Kyra giggled. "And I smell a roast beefy horseradish odor in the air...don't you brush after lunch, babe?" Kyra had walked another couple of steps.He had edged slightly over to the bed, still on his knees, in a sort of silent crab-walk."Ah, I hear your rustle, honey." Kyra had announced. She'd stepped forward tapping until her long white cane had hit Owen's wrist.

Kyra had bent over slightly, and touched Owen's head, and then raised her cane and slashed it hard on Owen's right shoulder, and he'd screamed.Kyra had listened to the yelp carefully, and reached down in the direction of the voice, pulling Owen up by the scalp. After Owen stood up, Kyra had hauled off and slapped him hard across the face, and he'd begun crying. "You will learn that when I say hello, you respond to me, a hello Miss Kyra would be nice now."

Owen had sniffed. "Hello (sob) Miss Kyra." Simone and the others had watched in wonder as Kyra had produced a pair of handcuffs from her purse. Kyra had expertly cuffed Owen's wrists behind his head, and then spent two hours alternately toying with Owen's cock and nipples, her expert fingers more than compensating for her useless eyes.And then slashing the same with her cane...whacking his knees and stomach, and laughing as he fell, and bending down to caress and slash again.

At one point, Kyra had brought a fountain pen out, and written her name, holding the pen with her toes. Scribbled her name "Love Kyra Swanson" on Owen's chest in calligraphy!Kyra's fingers had moved across Owen's cock for a good half hour, pulling him to the point of complete orgasm.."Oh, I think I feel your hips wiggling, let me pull away my hands!"

Kyra would laugh, and pull away, and Owen would sob in frustration. At the end of the session, Owen, who'd been avoiding Ky in the beginning, begged her not to go, she was the best he'd ever had, he said.Later, when Simone had become Kyra's submissive, she'd learned the true extent of the sightless top's abilities.

The blind girl's fingers could wander across Simone's breasts, finding little veins that aroused Simone, that Simone had never heard about! Cruelly binding Simone to a hassock, Kyra would run her fingers through Simone's vulva, her clitoris, sometimes adding a doctor's tongue depresser where she'd find spots that no man, slave or normal had ever discovered in Simone's pussy.

Kyra would expertly tie strands of licorice to Simone's clitoris, and then eat her way in, biting harshly just as her slave was about to cum.Or, she'd massage Simone's tender bresats and then BANG! Kyra'd tweak a nipple hard, or scratch the underside of Simone's tender breasts until the older woman was sobbing. And how Kyra would laugh!

Did it matter that Simone was an exotic and intense Tease Therapist, feared and desired by most Island slaveboys, and more than a few submissive men in the States and in Europe? Absolutely not. When Simone was in Kyra's room, she was no better than an irrelevant kitten. Everyone on the Island thought Simone was mentoring Kyra with her frequent visits, and Kyra pushed this falsehood quite cheerily.

But then she'd run sandpaper on the inside of Simone's mouth when she got sassy, and cruelly shove a straightened coat hanger up Simone's cunt as if to perform an impromptu abortion.Now, Kyra realized that she was doing most of the talking. It was natural that Sheila wouldn't have a lot to say.But Simone had always been the chatterbox, but she could hear Simone's haggard breathing, and as she casually ran her fingers across Simone's neck, she felt a few drops of perspiration.

Oooh, my sometime slave-girl is horny, Kyra thought with a smile. Simone just wishes that she were here alone so I could strip her naked and give her a good whaling with my thick leather scourge, eh? The one that I made Kevin put spurs on the ends? Kyra remembered many a whipping...making Simone scream in pain as she landed the scourge again and again. Then feeling down to Simone's blistered cheeks running her fingers deliciously across the hot, scorched skin, and eventually taking Simone, weeping into her arms, and whispering "But honey, isn't this what you like doing to all the guys?"

Now, Kyra dropped her hand to Simone's wrist, listening to her chatter on about Sheila's husband, Congressman Roger Malvern and his slavery...She pinched the inside of Simone's wrist, and Simone gasped, and turned away, and Kyra smiled inwardly, running her tongue inside her teeth. Kyra wondered what Sheila, the young girl was thinking. She must be able to see that Simone is looking a little weird.

Kyra had no idea what faces looked like, but she'd learned from the sighted, that it was easy to take in a lot about a person from the so-called expression on their faces. Kyra had "brailled" Simone's face several times, and knew how different her friend's face could be.Kyra had felt Simone-with-a-smirk, and then also felt her friend's face during a session, and she knew, more than anyone how Simone "looked" when she was uneasy.

For beneath that dominatrix scorn, there was a scared little tenement girl, little Sadie Mulvaney..Kyra had heard the whole story, and was merely amused by Simone's various facades, the tough domme, the haughty lady, it was too cute.Sheila watched Simone and Kyra with curiosity. Simone's face was weird, man.Sheila had never seen Simone as anything but self-assured and regal; and it almost looked as if Simone wanted Kyra to make out with her or something!

Sheila remembered that Simone had gone into several reveries in the car, thinking of visiting Kyra. Kevin, who was ensuring a steady supply of beers in his twin sister's hand was excited and annoyed by Simone's presence. He loved the blowjobs that he got from this striking woman every year, and there was a chance that he might get a second one on this visit, though his birthday was 3 months away...But Kevin always hated Simone at the same time, for he knew that Kyra was quite fond of her, and there was much more interested focus on Simone than on a secondary male slave like Gareth.

Or all the different guys who Ky had sessions with, the ones who brought her money.Earlier that morning, Kyra had spent several hours with Kevin, she'd tied him down, naked on the kitchen table--how humiliating! Who couldn't have seen through the window, but of course Kyra always said "Seeing doesn't mean anything to me, Bubba."

Kyra had rubbed her marvelous supersensitive fingers up and down Kev's thrusting organ, as he'd stared into her cleavage."Don't you look forward to Miss Simone coming, Kevin?" Kyra had cooed, as her long nails had felt around his swollen scrotum."Sissy hasn't let you have a squirtie in weeks and weeks and weeks...maybe there's a treat for little Kay-bo." This had been her name for him when Kyra had been a toddler.

Even then she'd been imperious, giving orders and waving her little fist."Kevvie, buy me candy! Kevvie, give me a piggyback!" and Kevin had done whatever he could to make his sister happy, pulling her around in the wagon, ensuring she was included in all the games with the sighted children.

Their parents had felt that Kevin was a little saint, to help his blind twin this way, but little Kevin had just worshipped Kyra. She was beautiful, and funny...and far more intelligent than Kevin himself was, though everyone had thought of him as being a "gifted" child.

Kyra often played little games with Kevin---at seven, she'd inveigle him to come in her room at night. The lights were always out, as she didn't need them, and she'd forbid Kevin to turn them on...At seven, she'd begun playing little games with him, where she'd wrestle him in the dark.

Although Kevin was much stronger, and even better coordinated than his sightless sister, when the lights were gone, she was Master. Or Mistress.After she'd win, pinning him down, it was time to play doctor.

Once or twice, their father had found them, and heartlessly, she'd said "Daddy, Kevin's doing this to me...I'm scared. He made me take my clothes off." Kevin's memories of his police detective father...and his father's wide leather belt were still quite clear, though Kyra had given Kevin many a whipping far more vicious since then. Make the old man seem like a piker.And she wouldn't even apologize for lying...she'd just talk Kevin into coming in again to wrestle...and how could he have resisted his adorable sister?

He' d cried bitterly when she'd gone off to the Perkins School for the Blind, and awaited vacations with angst.One vacation, Kyra had brought three other cute little blind girls home, was it seventh grade?

And they'd ambushed Kevin in the garage, and taken off his clothes and tied him to the floor, and whipped him with one of Daddy's discarded fan belts.

Then they'd all explored his body with their fingers, feeling all over. Candis, the only one of them with a bit of residual vision, had informed Kyra that Kevin was not too cute. "He's ugly from what I can see, Kyra...and you're so pretty.Are you sure you're twins?" Kyra, her hand toying with Kevin's balls had smiled. "So that's why the folks always talk about your great intelligence, Bubba...they say I'm pretty and you're smart!"

But she'd been sweet after that, kissing Kevin's neck and face and telling him what a nice guy he was."You're my bubba, and that's all that counts!" And that one time, Kyra had sucked Kevin off, quite enthusiastically! By the time the twins were sixteen, the dynamic had completed.

Their father dead, and Mom at work all the time, Kyra had transferred from Perkins to Kevin's high school, where he'd taken all the notes for her, and she'd done most of the work.She'd quiz Kevin just before tests, drilling him, and then giving him harsh whippings if he made more than two mistakes...and she'd encouraged him in his creative writing efforts.

"If you want to write those stories all day, I demand you do a damn good job, and read 'em to me!"Kevin had been too shy to send off his first Mike Fish novel, but Kyra had force-fed him a dildo until he'd obeyed her...

At this point she was at Wellesely, and he was at a nearby community college, and they were sharing a small apartment. Kyra had already begun her dominant interests in other men...By the time Kyra had graduated from Wellesely, she was a full time dominatrix, and Kevin had published two books!

Not that the fame got him laid, as he was his sister's slaveboy...what a time it had been! "Kevin, stop daydreaming and bring us more beer!""Yes Miss Kyra" and Kevin shuffled off to the kitchen, as he didn't want to annoy Kyra, Simone or Sheila now.

Kyra wondered what Sheila looked like. Kyra could generally get a feel for a person, just by standing close, she'd feel her space especially invaded if the person was fat.And of course if Kyra gave the person an embrace, she'd know almost everything. But Kyra hadn't even really shaken hands with this girl yet, and she wanted to know if Sheila had a good figure.

If Ky could give this girl a hug or something, which she couldn't yet, as they didn't know each other and Sheila was across the room…then Kyra could find out if Sheila had some muscle tone, what her figure was like…Fucking Simone had told Kyra NOTHING about this girl at all. She could be a fat, ugly geek. God knows submissive men are desperate to get anyone to dominate them.

But Sheila sounded kind of pretty…let's see!

It was not for nothing that Kyra had taken a masseur's course while in her juinor year at the Perkins School.This had been another "safe" profession for a blind girl, but Kyra had preferred it to geometry, which was the only other class offered in her schedule. As it had turned out, Kyra had found a much more lucrative profession in just being her bitchy self, but the old lessons were still there, and she knew quite a bit about the human body. "Sheila, come over here, would you?" Kyra called out. "If you don't mind, I'd like to get to know you a little better."

Then, in a somewhat gruff voice "Get off the couch, Simone, sit on the floor or something."With satisfaction, Kyra had listened to Sheila's gasp as Simone had sighed with resignation, the mighty, dominant Simone, and obeyed.Then, Kyra felt another body hesitantly plopping down beside her. Kyra felt Simone's body crouched down on the floor, and could hear Simone cursing under her breath.

She knew that Simone had been terrified that Sheila would discover her submission to Ky, and certainly Simone could've told Kyra to go to hell.She wasn't going to sit on the floor, and Kyra would've backed off…But Simone couldn't disobey Kyra to save her life, for nearly eighteen years, whenever they'd met, the famous Domme Simone was Kyra's humble slave-girl.

Simone was steaming mad, but probably also a little bit wet, hee hee! Let's take this just a little bit further, Kyra thought. Who said the blind are powerless? "Simone, while you're down there, why don't you rub my left foot, and you can wash it too…Gareth, you tub of lard get out of the corner, and go get a little basin and some skin soap and you can wash my right foot, while Sadie washes my left!"

There, and Kyra had completely humiliated Simone…she called her by the old shame name, and demoted Simone to washing feet next to a clearly open slave.But Kyra felt Simone humbly removing her left pump, and she began massaging.Whether or not Simone was beside herself with anger, she was behaving, or obeying—and Gareth was sitting down, and Kyra felt her other foot begin to get special attention.

"Yes this is great, my feet feel great having servants wash them!" Was Simone gritting her teeth? Who cared? yra was excited by all this submission, but even more aroused to meet this remarkable young woman, Sheila!And Kyra would get to know her as well as she could...she'd "see" everything.

As a ten year old, Kyra was pitcher for the stickball team, just by requiring the batter to whistle..And Kyra's remaining senses did the trick...and still did! Kyra smiled in Sheila's direction and leaned forward.

Sheila was so weirded out by Simone getting on the floor. This was totally unlike the Simone that Sheila had been getting to know, the Simone who controlled Sheila's husband, Roger Malvern.

Where was the Simone who'd been taking Sheila across the country, teaching her about being a good dominant?And now Simone's eyes were lowered and she was crouched on her knees, washing one of Kyra's feet, while the fat guy washed the other one.

But Sheila was quite drawn to Kyra, who was incredibly pretty...but why had Kyra asked her to come sit down? This was weird! Kyra seemed to be staring at her, though this was impossible. Kyra's four remaining senses had served her well in all this sightless life, and she'd learn a lot now! "Great to meet you!"Kyra had said, and suddenly kissed Sheila on the lips. She worried that the girl might be startled, but Sheila didn't back away, though of course Simone must be steaming. "Sorry, I'm a little friendly, Sheila." The little voice responded, "It's okay, you're really attractive."

The voice had a meld of New England flattened a's and a little bit of the South. Perhaps she was a military brat. From the kiss, Kyra had ascertained Peppermint Scope, Bubble Yum and the remains of what Ky was sure was a triple meatball sandwich from Maury's deli about three miles from home.That cheap bitch Simone couldn't even feed this exsquisite creature well!

Kyra's nose detected a hint of Estee Lauder's Intuition perfume, and Maybelline something or other. And Secret underarm scent. Estee is great stuff! Good, the girl had class.She must be blonde, blondes always use Halsa shampoo, which Kyra's heightened sense of smell also perceived. The hair was blonde, no doubt, and unfortunately processed…

Kyra leaned forward a bit and let her wrist brush Sheila's front. She seemed to be a thin girl...she must be quite insecure, Kyra thought, as Kyra's wrist felt the underwire triangle bra and the molded foam cups of the Venus Enhancer Bra, those famous push-up pads. And of course it was a shelf bra "Oh, excuse me."Kyra smiled. "I didn't mean to collide my elbow with you. Yes sir, some nice 36C boobs,from what Kyra was able to feel.

But Sheila was wearing all this underwire padding bullshit to look bigger...because she was sweet, and insecure. Kyra smiled to herself as she wondered if Simone or anyone else was aware of it...People who relied on their eyes were indeed handicapped! They'd assume just by looking that little Sheila had cantaloupes under her shirt.

Kyra heard the scrape of denim against the couch. Tight jeans, Kyra wagered.

As Gareth washed Miss Kyra's left foot, he sneaked looks at the enraged but quite expensively dressed beauty kneeling next to him, who was now filing the toenails on Miss Kyra's other foot. This woman Simone was obviously quite in love with Miss Kyra, and seemed somewhat submissive, though Gareth could've sworn she had dominant overtones.

This was a new development, Gareth told himself. It was interesting that Miss Kyra had clearly fallen for the young girl, Sheila, who was now sitting next to her on the couch. Sheila was cute, there was no doubt about it, Gareth wondered though, whether Miss Kyra was gay, or bisexual or a heterosexual experimenter.Miss Kyra had once told Gareth over dinner that she, having never seen another human being, was very interested in "touching others" And clearly she enjoyed having sex with others. Kevin had told Gareth once that Miss Kyra had made love to a pony as a girl, but this couldn't possibly be true.Miss Kyra and her brother had lived in Gareth's house for several months now, and life had changed considerably for Gareth. For one thing, not only was he subbing to Miss Kyra, but her brother Kevin, was Gareth's Master as well, though Kevin himself was his blind sister's slave, as well.

When Gareth had been young, he'd come home sobbing from a schoolyard unpleasantness, and Gareth Sr. had said "Garry, take some comfort that all bullies are bullied by someone else. Chester probably is beaten up by his daddy or something, and he's taking it out on you!" And clearly, Kevin was severely dommed by his sister, and took it out on Gareth something terrible. Yes, the old man was right.At dawn this morning, Kevin had awoken Gareth in the cage where he lived down in the wine cellar. Gareth had long since relinquished the master bedroom to Kyra, and the next best room to Kevin...He'd assumed he'd be living in a maid's room at least, but he'd assumed wrong.Still, the cage wasn't so bad, once you got used to it. In a way the cramped space was good for Gareth's back.This, back which was beginning to act up now that Gareth was in his late forties.Still, it had been quite unpleasant being awakened this morning. Kevin had thrown ice cold water on Gareth, who had been dozing naked in his cage, and then Kevin had rousted Gareth out of bed, and made Gareth run around his property naked.God the memory! Kevin chasing Gareth with a South African police riot baton, made of a cruel rubber.

Gareth had started back into the house with red, raw bruises all over his poor body, and then Kevin had ordered Gareth to iron Kyra's miniskirts, all 39 of them. Kevin had found a few wrinkles in Gareth's work, and he'd thrown Gareth across his knee for fifty blistering ones with a big thick wooden paddle.Gareth had then had to kiss Kevin's hairy inner thighs and whisper "How I love you, Master" over and over again for half an hour. He'd sucked Kevin's cock for a bit too, though Kevin was not allowed to cum, but stayed on the honor system, not using a chastity tube.Gareth had then given Kevin an expert muscle rub all over his body. He'd lent Kevin the keys to his Masterati as well, so Kevin could go out later on to wherever writers go for inspiration.Whilst Kevin was at the local coffeehouse discussing Proust or whatever, Gareth spent the hours between nine and twelve on housework.

Washing windows, cleaning the attic, scrubbing the living and dining room walls, and typing Chapter Four of Master Kevin's latest manuscript entitled "Mike Fish's Fourth Amendment", which Gareth privately didn't think much of, though the books seemed to sell!Then Gareth had clipped the edge of the lawn and waxed the kitchen floor. Louder chores like mowing the lawn and vacuuming the rug would have to wait til Miss Kyra was up and out of the house as it would disturb her too sensitive hearing.Finally at one, Kevin had returned home, and they'd gone to awaken Miss Kyra by bringing her and her latest lover Belgian waffles, nova lox and eggs Benedict in bed. Under Kevin's direction, Gareth had blown the lover, swallowing a few loads of seed. Gareth had then taken the fellow, a local drunk from Bailey's Tavern down the road home, and dropped him off. The guy had spat at Gareth as he'd pulled the Maserati out, but what could he do?

When Gareth returned, he'd been ordered to lick the drunk's semen from Miss Kyra's glorious vagina, and bringing her to more orgasms, while Kevin had enjoyed the privilege of sucking his sister's beautiful creamy white 44DD breasts.This was a privilege that Gareth might earn later on, he was told...for more of a financial commitment. Gareth certainly dreamed of kissing those beautiful orbs, tipped by the most glorious pale pink nipples!Until then, he would have to be satisfied drooling over his Mistress' chest, heaving usually in tight striped tube tops, teeny sleeveless tank shirts and little purple bikinis. Sometimes Kyra would borrow one of Gareth's shirts and tie it just above her navel, and wasn't that exsquisite!Kevin had looked over Gareth's work on his sister's pussy, and given Gareth another whipping as he'd seen a slight dribble of semen remaining.But then Gareth had been allowed to bathe and rub Miss Kyra down, and to trim her wonderful pubic hair.Another whipping had followed, this time from Kyra herself, as he'd left some ragged edges along the way. Kyra was actually much stronger at the corporal process than her brother, and had nearly broken a bamboo cane across Gareth's poor bottom.

However, she'd heard Kev giggle as it was going on, and he'd had to bend over for a whipping also, as Kyra couldn't abide gloating and jealousy amongst the slaves. Though of course constantly she was inciting it!Then Miss Kyra had tied Gareth down and unlocked the horrible chastity tube and stroked and teased Gareth's cock for more than an hour.Oh, and this was what made Gareth's life go round! Gareth had not cum in 49 days. Ky's long nails and ultra-soft fingers had examined every vein, every wrinkle and crevice in Gareth's pulsating, bursting penis.And how she'd laughed, listening to his gasps and smelling the scent of his sweat in the air..she'd gone as slowly as she'd liked.It had been incredible for Gareth, he'd stared at her in her lingerie demibra, her tiny panties, as he'd strained against the ropes.And the red nails had done their good work on his suffering cock and balls. He'd thought of all the times in the lonely hotel rooms, as he'd rubbed and stroked his chastity tube.He'd stared at pictures of Miss Kyra and rubbed the tube, which of course just meant that his cock had strained against it.Gareth had cried in misery as his penis had become more engorged and trapped in the cruel metal.

One night he'd had a hooker come up, and he had sucked her breasts, pretending they were Miss Kyra's and the whore had laughed at Gareth as he'd continually grabbed the metal prison his cock was in. "What kinda fuckin' loser lets someone put that on his john, huh?" she'd asked.Gareth had gasped and begged Miss Kyra earlier this afternoon as she'd been teasing him slowly, using just a bit of lubricant, and she'd just laughed. "You poor thing, I know it's not easy being celibate, my Chastity Boy...Stop squirming so much! I know I promised you an orgasm...two weeks ago I told you that you could have one today, perhaps." Kyra had punctuated this comment with a quick finger in Gareth's anus that made him hop. "But Kevin tells me you can't iron my miniskirts properly, and I think you need to focus on your duties more before you begin getting rewards."Kyra had smiled, listening to Gareth's sobs as she'd locked him up again. "We'll try again in two weeks, maybe Mummie will let you cum then, don't cry sweetheart."But Gareth had not been able to stop sobbing. It had been nearly two fucking months since he'd last been allowed to cum on Master Kevin's boots and lick it up. Oh, the need...it had been so long, and his cock was so full of backed up sperm!

He'd tried so hard to please Miss Kyra, he'd bought her gifts, licked every inch of her body whenever she liked...oh, and would take her to Paris whenever she liked, allowing her brother to treat him like a gay slave-pig...and he still couldn't cum! And how many times had he made her cum, eh ?As Gareth continued to wash his Mistress's foot, he thought about how many times he'd gotten her off.Oh, how many of her lovers Gareth had sucked off for her...and she'd lived here in the house for nearly eight months, and he'd had three orgasms.Three! Gareth had always been a man of the world, bedding lots of young women here and there.He recalled dating one "seriously" while having flings with a couple of others, and his Visa bill was always stacked with bills from prostitutes from around the world.

Even as a boy, Gareth had pounded his pud four or five times a day while looking at Gareth, Sr's collection of Playboy, Penthouse and Oui, those great mags of the seventies.And now everything had changed! Gareth went through life staring with constant longing at Miss Kyra, his cock bound up in the cruel tube. Kyra did her best to tease him to distraction a few times a week, laughing carelessly as he begged and pleaded for relief.

Kyra had a way of stroking Gareth's cock to great frustration, and at one point in her youth she'd been billed as "The Sightless Stripper" at a joint in Tennesee.And so she greatly enjoyed lap-dancing poor Gareth, pouring her bosom out of a tiny top and rubbing Gareth's nose in the curves of her full breasts.Gareth was in heaven/hell as his engorged cock helplessly rubbed against the smooth thighs.Then she'd return to playing with his johnson, pulling it back and forth as if it were some sort of magic joystick that she'd found...and oh, how Kyra enjoyed a joke like that!"Oh, how I'd love to see the expressions you have on your face when I tease you, honey" Ky would say.

She'd be pursing her full lips as she'd run a long nail across the underside of Gareth's straining organ, her sightless eyes wandering just above his head."Kevin says you do stuff to your face so it puffs out, kind of like Steve Forbes when he was running for election, though I've never seen him either" Kyra would then lean over and tickle Gareth a bit, as he screamed and cried, letting him bounce about...it just added to her mirth!It was a familiar game of Kyra's to toy with Gareth's cock--she dressed in perhaps bikini underwear, the bound naked man prostrate in front of her...She'd play with his cock for several hours, then lock the tube back on, and have Gareth take her out to dinner and a movie, perhaps a trip to a jewelry store...And then they'd come back and she'd tie him down once again strip to her powder blue demibra and panties again, and run the long nails across his frustrated cock long into the night.

When Kyra's ultra tactile fingers felt a sense that Gareth might be close to orgasm, she'd roll him over and go at it with the belt, until Gareth's buttocks were feeling scorched...Or sometimes she'd alternate strokes with her nails with pounding on his cock and balls with her high heels!On the three occasions that Gareth had been allowed to jerk himself to orgasm, it had been in the most humiliating situation possible, with Kevin whacking Gareth's ass with a big paddle.This as Gareth, gritting his teeth against the hurt of the thick paddle's slams on his red butt, would pull and jerk his frustrated cock....Oh resist the distraction of the painful whacks! And finally he would spurt, miserably, and Kyra would order him to lick it up...ugh!Two of the three times Gareth had been allowed to orgasm, Kyra had exacted a terrible prifce from him. the first time Kyra insisted that Gareth's parents and his brother come to tea.

Kyra made Gareth serve tea in a pink pajama outfit with footies and a drop-drawer in the back, and of course he had to suck a pacifier. Kyra explained to the parents that Gareth had been to overpoweringly stressed out, and this was therapy for him.The family probably would have removed Gareth as president of the family business at this point.But they were aware that if it hadn't been that since Gareth had been involved with Kyra (They were engaged supposedly) the family firm's profits had skyrocketed. Gareth, a previous cokehead beach-bum type had been referred to as a "genius" in Business Week magazine.But still they were concerned, Gareth Sr, a Korean War vet looking disgustedly at his blushing son while Junior had cowered on his knees at Miss Kyra's feet.Mom had said "Dear, perhaps there's some therapy you'd like to go through instead of this baby thing, though?"

And Sonny, Gareth's younger brother had snorted. "We always knew h e was a wuss, Ma. Though I do appreciate Gareth Jr's taste in women!" With that Sonny had given a lascivious wink to Kyra, who of course couldn't see it.At the end of the visit, Gareth had had to jerk off in the bathroom less than 2 feet from where his parents were sitting in the parlor.Mom and Dad hearing Gareth moaning and panting as he jerked, and also monstrous whacks as Kevin whipped Gareth's ass as he was bent over the tub with his drop-drawers pulled down.

They'd wondered what Gareth and Kevin were doing in the bathroom, and had heard screams and whacks.And then seen Gareth, leaving the bathroom tear-streaked and mumbling to say goodbye, still in the pink jammies.A few months later, when Gareth was dying to cum again, he'd been taken on a camping trip with Kyra, Kevin, and four macho Bear masters. Gareth had been kept busy gathering firewood, making the fire, cooking and putting up tents, as well as waiting on everyone, enduring lots of harsh discipline for being too slow.

The first night that Gareth had fallen asleep, Kyra, who was not called Lady Fingers for nothing, had delicately removed a hornet's nest with the hornets still sleeping from a tree, being guided by an anxious Kevin.She'd felt her way over to Gareth's tent and gone in and tied the nest to Gareth's balls, and then stepped out of the tent, and zipped it up.Kevin had thrown a rock at the tent, so the hornets and Gareth both woke up, and neither could leave...the consequences had been too unfortunate to write about here!

If that wasn't enough, Kyra's female slave Miranda had shown up the next day, and had her cut offs taken down, and she'd been thrashed.This was fun for Gareth to watch, but then her beautiful breasts were thrashed by Kyra, who wielded stinging nettles found in the woods.Miranda, screaming with pain had roared "Why don't you whip Gareth's balls then?"And Kyra and the four masters had taken turns thrashing Gareth's already hornet stung balls with the stinging nettles until he wept with acute grief.

Finally the five masters, including Kevin had skull-fucked and then sodomized Gareth by the edge of the Lake, while Miranda had described the scene to Kyra. Then Gareth had been forced to squat over the campfire, his pubic hair singed, and had jerked off while Kevin whacked his ass...Gareth had had to use kerosene oil to lube it, and was terrified the whole time that his dick would be set on fire! But the orgasm had been phenomenal!

Earlier this week, Kyra had taken Gareth's tube off and made him jerk himself while she held her finger on a nerve under his knee...And when the nerve quivered in a certain way, Ky would shout. "Ah, you're close!"And she'd take a fly swatter and whack Gareth's hand off his cock! Sightless, she'd done this for three hours, letting him jerk himself to near rapture.Oh, how he stared at her boobs and long gorgeous hair, the full, glossed lips...and over and over again.And just as Gareth was about to cum, she'd whack him, right on the hand, except the one time she'd accidentally hit him on the nose and made it bleed...too bad!But this was part of Miss Kyra's price, along with all expenses paid and thirty grand a month deposited into her account. Gareth could well afford it, and his life was much richer for what had been going on.

He was often on business trips, and could enjoy most of his lifestyle out, though of course his cock was in a chastity tube while traveling.And so with these thoughts, Gareth cheered up a bit, and kept washing.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

Simone licked the underside of Kevin's cock one last time, and nibbled reluctantly on the frenum.Now Kevin, homely, stupid Kevin, gasped and ejaculated, spurting hot semen down her tender throat, and Simone tried hard not to gag.She looked up at him, and he was grinning.

Of course Kevin knew the situation Simone was in, if she showed any revulsion at all, and he reported it to Kyra, all hell would break loose. It was actually easier in a way to fellate Kevin now, as Simone was barely concentrating on it.Five hours ago, Kyra had dismissed Gareth to the basement, and taken Sheila by the hand and they'd gone into her bedroom, leaving Simone to alternately steam and wince."Now wipe up. Mistress Kyra has ordered that you strip and bring her and Miss Sheila some tea and biscuits." Kevin said languidly, as he tucked his penis back into his jeans. What?

"Kevin, I'm not a slave to Kyra on this visit...I obeyed her when she asked me to blow you, but I can't appear as a slave to Sheila--"WHACK! Kevin's hand slammed heavily across Simone's mouth, and she dropped her head.

"Shut your trap you filthy little whore. If you didn't want Miss Sheila to know of your lowly status, you shouldn't have brought her here, should you, slut-bag? For seventeen years you've been Ky's toilet-pig, slave-scum whenever you were in her presence, that's not changed." Kevin kicked Simone in the left breast and then again in the stomach. "You can either obey my sister or you can get the fuck out tonight--without Miss Sheila!"

With that, Kevin slapped Simone again, and stalked out of the room.Simone was aghast, but she was also wet at the idea she'd be humiliating herself in front of Sheila, who only knew Simone as a dominant bitch, satisfied, bored and evil...what would it be like now?Simone arose, though, and ran after Kevin, grabbing him by the arm. He dragged her back into the bedroom. "I just can't, Master Kevin I–" Kevin slapped Simone hard across the jaw."I don't want to hear any more bullshit from you, Simone, otherwise there will be some dire consequences." Simone looked up at Kevin with blurred eyes.

"Please, Kevin, it just can't happen. I can't leave without Sheila, she's in my care, and you can't punish me for this." Kevin gritted his teeth and grabbed Simone by the shoulder, bitch slapping her SLAP SLAP SLAP.As he slapped, Simone's head went back and forth, and blood came out of her lip...Kevin slapped again and again."Are you ready for heavy consequences, dirtbag?"Simone had violated Kevin's rules before, and he'd done some nasty shit to her, under Kyra's command.

Once he'd taken a cigar and had burned marks all over her beautiful young body; another time she'd been forced to service a Palomino stud on Kyra's former farm, owned by a slave Godfrey."I'm giving you one more chance to shut your trap and do as you're told, or you're going to serve Simone and Sheila, and also suffer a serious consequence!" Kevin shouted. But Simone was now trying to stand up and shout back at him, and Kevin had had enough. He turned and pulled a thick leather belt off the dresser, and reached over, unsnapping Simone's jeans.Ripping them down, he threw her on the bed and slammed the strap home again and again, causing serious welts on her rounded bottom.

Kevin ordered Simone to strip and she did, and he landed the belt a few more times across her full breasts as she sobbed and cried, idly stroking her quim as she pulled and rolled on the bed as the belt fell again and again. Kevin then picked up a cane and whacked her all over her body as she rolled about, and then threw it to the floor."Now comes the consequeneces!" Then Kevin grabbed a pair of shears from the dresser and pulled up a huge hank of Simone's beautiful, thick raven hair and brought in the scissors for the kill.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Sheila was lying naked on the bed, exhausted. She was covered with sweat, and her vagina was exhausted with all that had gone on down there...Kyra,the blind woman had been licking Sheila for what appeared to have been years.

Kyra had somehow inveigled Sheila into the bedroom, and stripped off her clothes.

Kyra had then tossed Sheila on the bed, and stripped herself, revealing a magnificent body. Sheila had actually had a lesbian relationship in her very early twenties, that had been quelled by her homophobic parents. Sheila had been convinced that she would go straight to hell if she continued, and as she was also attracted to men, it had been easy to quash these thoughts. Now my God, this sexy blind girl with the hot body and the sightless eyes had licked and sucked Sheila from her neck down her breasts into her vagina, and then kissed and licked Sheila's legs...

At one point Kyra discovered stubble, and Sheila apologized. "I've not had time to shave them with this long road trip Simone and I have been on" But Kyra had laughed.Ky had escorted Sheila into the bathroom and into a huge kidney shaped hot-tub, where Ky had shaved Sheila's legs and under her arms, and had trimmed her pubic hair into the shape of a heart!

All this while appearing to stare at Sheila and converse with her. Sheila kept almost saying "Shouldn't you be looking where you've got that razor?" but of course Kyra couldn't see the razor anyway...and she did such a great job!Kyra had then given Sheila a wonderful, fulfilling bath, rubbing her completely tenderly while telling her something sexy in French, Sheila thought. Then Ky had taken Sheila back to the bed, and re-bathed Sheila's entire body with her wonderful, loving tongue.

Sheila had had about thirty orgasms in twenty minutes! Well maybe not that many. But there were quite a few! Then Sheila had insisted on going down on Kyra a bit, and had learned she'd not lost her "touch" as Kyra had screamed in a few orgasms herself. Then the two women had necked for a bit, and then Ky had gone back down and licked away between Sheila's quivering legs. Yes!There was a light knock at the door, and a strange figure came into the room. Sheila could just see by the illumination of the rice lamp. A bald head, hovered over a tea tray on a stand that the person was carrying.

Kyra cocked her head and listened. "Who's there?" Sheila almost fell off the bed when the person answered "It's me, Mistress Kyra. your slave, Simone." As Simone put the tea tray down and then knelt beside it, Sheila gaped at her. All of Simones' beautiful long, thick, raven hair was gone. Her pride and joy, that hair, the hair that Simone brushed nightly, when she didn't have a slave to do it...

And if Sheila wasn't mistaken, Simone's eyebrows were gone, and she was naked, except for a pair of panties. Sheila looked closer, and Simones' body was obviously covered in long, red welts, slashed across her beautiful breasts, her arms, her shoulders and her stomach, and legs. And Simone, who always looked you in the eye and smirked, was now staring at the floor humbly. Kyra pulled herself up on her elbow, and reached over and felt Sheila's pulse...the little nerve in Sheila's wrist was going a mile a minute.

"What's wrong, Sheila?" Ky asked curiously. "Are you freaked because Simone is serving dinner?" "Simone...Simone..." Sheila babbled. "If I may speak, Miss Kyra?" Simone asked. "Sure, Sadie Mulvaney, what's the story, you pig?" Kyra asked. "Master Kevin punished me for insolence by shaving my head and whipping my body, and sending me in here naked with your dinner, ma;am. and Miss Sheila is unaccustomed to seeing my worthless self like this, ma'am."

All of a sudden, Sheila felt like she needed a drink....like straight vodka fast.

 

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