Emily and Karen Move On

Karen and Rod spent a delightful evening together in the commodious bed that Karen and Emily had been sharing. Rod had awoken early, kissed his girlfriend deeply and lovingly, shared some smiles together with her, and then dressed and moved off to work. Karen had decided to relax and go in later in the morning so she was lingering under the covers, still glowing from the attentions Rod had paid after the ruckus that his being caught savoring Emily's sister Leslie's open snatch had caused.

There was a knock at the door and Karen responded with a fairly loud "Come in!" A shame-faced Leslie entered. Karen had punished her very severely for her misbehavior with Rod the day before; she had even disciplined her boyfriend for his failing.

"I'm here, Miss Karen," Leslie said in a very respectful tone, "to make amends to you for what I did and allowed to occur yesterday. There was no excuse for it and I understand how I had disappointed you and my dear sister Emily. While you did discipline me for it, I would like to do something that would please you and make you accept my apology in the spirit in which I am offering it."

Karen was slightly surprised because she had rarely seen Leslie, despite her strong submissive tendencies, behave so warmly toward her.

"I'm very pleased by your coming to me this way, Leslie," she responded, "and I'm open to accepting your kind offer to please me. I assume you are willing to offer a suggestion?"

Leslie was delighted to see that her apology was being received positively, so she smiled in return, thanked Karen again, and asked if she could be permitted to please Miss Karen in her rear.

Karen enjoyed anal attention, although she had not yet permitted her boyfriend to fuck her in her ass. She grinned her assent, pulled herself out of bed from the covers, and bent over the edge of the bed, with her legs spread and pulled her nightgown up to her waist. Her small white bottom was now facing Leslie and as Karen spread her legs, her cheeks opened to disclose her sweet unshaded bottom-hole, tiny and only slightly crinkly.

Leslie bent down on her knees, crawled between Karen's spread legs, and lifted her mouth to fasten right onto the smaller woman's cute little anal rosette. With her tongue she licked right on the opening until the sphincter started to ease so that Leslie could insert that tongue right up into Karen's anus and rectum.

There was first an acrid taste that Leslie encountered as she licked inside Karen's ass. And then she sensed a stronger smell emanating from the alimentary canal. Karen herself realized that Leslie's ministrations had stimulated her bowel so that a sizeable mass was now moving down to where her tongue was inserted.

Leslie withdrew her tongue as the smell grew and said, "Miss Karen, I think I've stimulated your system and it smells like you will soon be having a BM. Do you want me to receive it?"

Now Karen was amazed at Leslie's complete submissiveness. The woman, several years older than she was, was asking her if she wanted her to let Karen's turd to exit into Leslie's waiting mouth.

"Yes, dear Leslie," Karen responded softly, "I would very much like it if you pressed your mouth back down there and let my stool pass into your mouth. Do not swallow it although you may lick. After it emerges you may remove it from your mouth and wrap it in tissue for disposal."

Having received her instruction, Leslie bent back down and fastened her mouth to Karen's little anal opening which now began to pucker and expand as the point of Karen's emerging movement began to push out. Karen felt it slide nicely from her anus and land in Leslie's open mouth.

For Leslie, the smell was overwhelming but she managed to hold the long piece of solid shit and yes, lick it a bit, before pulling a tissue up to take it from her mouth unbroken.

She then bent back down and began to lick her mistress's anus clean.

Karen loved the attention to her anus and the demeaning performance that Leslie had voluntarily provided. She stood after Leslie licked her clean and bade Leslie rise as well.

"That was very very kind of you, Leslie," she said with affection. "Because of what you have done for me, I will now remove your punishment belt and you may put your regular panties back on."

Leslie smiled, thanked her profusely, and did not forget to take the tissue-wrapped turd to the toilet in Karen and Emily's private bathroom for disposal. She flushed it away and washed her hands, face, and mouth.

Then she returned and stood in front of Karen, raising her own skirt high above her waist, disclosing the leather belt that had limited her own ability to defecate. Karen took her little key and unlocked the belt and handed it to Leslie to put away.

"I'm glad you came in this morning, Leslie," she said, "and that we are starting off on a new slate. I do think we need to get you some male company, though. Tell me how long it has been, dear, that you have had a cock inside you."

Leslie grimaced and told Karen that she had not been fucked for almost two years.

"That's far too long for someone to go," Karen said. "I'm going to find someone to take care of you in more ways than one." ***

Soon Karen's mother, Marian, who also had submitted to her daughter's will in return for being maintained at the apartment after her husband had left her high and dry, appeared, home from her work as an executive assistant. Marian had been behaving better since Karen and Emily had sent her to spend a weekend with Deb and Marge, two lesbians they had met. Deb was a striking, small, blonde dominatrix and her partner was a large, warm woman. They had put Marian through a grueling weekend of being trained as a submissive.

"Mother," Karen said with an unusually pleasant tone, "Emily called me a while ago and said she has found you a very charming little flat that you can move into. It will be within your range of affordability and Emily will very kindly provide you with a small allowance to get you started on your own. I hope this is something you will accept and enjoy."

Marian had not yet reconciled herself to being dominated by the daughter she had not treated well while Karen was growing up. But her eyes welled up now with the kindness that Karen was showing her.

"Karen, Miss Karen, dearest," she said, her eyes tearing, "I do not know how to thank you and will certainly accept this very kind gift from both Emily and you."

"You still will be serving us when we feel it appropriate," Karen added, "although we both want you to be on your own and perhaps you and I can eventually reach a decent accommodation so we can get along better."

"I so appreciate that, Miss Karen," Marian said, starting to lose her fear and her massive resentment at the humiliation Karen had visited on her since she appeared at their doorstep in need of shelter.

Karen decided she would test her mother's changed attitude.

"Marian," she said, "you can show me your appreciation by pleasuring me down where I enjoy being licked." With that, she again lifted her nightgown and sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread and her charming little auburn-haired bush on display.

Her mother willed herself to bend down, get on her knees, and begin to savor the taste of her daughter's by-now sopping cunt. Leslie's attention to Karen's ass had aroused the small woman, and Rod's cream was still slowly leaking out from her vaginal vault into which he had deposited it during their extended intercourse that night.

Marian found that she actually enjoyed the taste of her daughter's effusions. She knew that Karen and Rod had been fucking that night with abandon and so she was pleased by the male flavor of the combined cream her daughter's cunt contained. She did start to detect a different flavor after she had been licking for a while, and then raised her head to ask Karen a dangerous question. She realized it could result in her being disciplined.

"Miss Karen," Marian said with some trepidation, "I think I taste a bit of your menses. Is it possible that you are beginning your time of the month?"

Karen's face reddened but she realized that her period was due and that Marian was not making up some fabrication to get her out of continuing to lick her daughter's quim.

"Yes, Mother," she said, "I did expect it to start about now so would you be so good as to go into the bathroom and bring back a Tampax which I will have you insert for me."

Marian also was still slightly embarrassed at her age to be discussing any other woman's menstrual status with that woman, but she went into the bathroom and found the box of Tampax Slender Regulars that she knew Karen used.

She returned with one, which she opened and then bent down to insert the applicator into Karen's tight little but open and wet quim. The tampon slid into Karen's wet channel easily and Marian withdrew the applicator to dispose of it, leaving the tell-tale white string hanging from Karen's vulva.

"Thank you, Marian," Karen responded. "I'll keep you advised as to when your flat will be ready and then we will arrange to move your things there. It is not very far from here and you will be able to come by to dine with us when you wish or when we ask you to come by."

***

Karen proceeded to dress and leave the apartment, wearing a smart pantsuit. Her work was satisfying and her superiors appreciated her capabilities. She and Emily had arranged to have dinner that evening with the lesbian pair, Deb and Marge, with whom they had become increasingly close. Emily and Karen regarded themselves as defiantly bi-sexual and enjoyed the company of men and women. Karen felt she had much to learn from Deb in terms of being a dominant woman. Sometimes she still had some insecurities because she felt women like Deb were more natural as dommes than she could be. But she was feeling increasingly confident both in her relationship with Emily and her dominance of Emily's older sisters and Karen's own mom.

This night, Emily returned in time to review the day with Karen. Emily was amazed that Leslie and Marian had both shown their submissiveness in the way they had apologized to Karen or showed their appreciation.

"I hope you're starting to feel like you now are exercising authority without any self-doubt," Emily said. "I for one feel you are becoming even more amazing every day."

Karen responded to the compliment by giving her lover a sweet kiss.

"I think we should take Linda with us to dinner," Emily resumed. "She still seems to need some training in learning how to be a sub for us, even if I arrange for Leslie and she to move to their own place."

Karen had in some sense been looking forward to dinner with Deb and Marge with Emily and her. She let herself accept Emily's suggestion, which implied too that they could use a sub of their own at the dinner since Marge was sub to Deborah.

"You're right as always, darling," Karen grinned as she kissed Emily again. "Damn, we don't have time to get up close and personal now, do we?"

Neither Emily nor Karen liked to wear obvious lesbian attire, such as black leather or chrome adornments. But since they were seeing two lesbians of whom they were both fond, if not intimately involved, they each put on either a black studded choker (Emily) or a similar black bracelet (Karen). They also wore their favorite grey flannel and blue leather skirts with crisp white and gold chenille blouses.

Linda was told by Emily to prepare to join them.

"You will be on your best behavior," Emily advised. "I really do not want to have to have you punished in front of everyone for being bitchy."

Linda's face turned crimson, as the 38-year-old divorcee contemplated her wildly humiliating status. She knew that her dominant younger sister would expect her to dress in a mildly childish manner so she found a fairly short plaid skirt that might've adorned the limbs of any parochial school girl, and pulled it on and zipped it up. With her middy blouse and white socks, Linda did look juvie but she realized that she was lucky Emily allowed her a skirt that at least covered her panties.

They met at their favorite restaurant, an establishment that featured very well-prepared offerings and which had an ambience aimed at its predominantly lesbian clientele. The place was run by a good friend of both Deb's and Emily's, Anne Marie, who with her chef did enjoy using locally-sourced ingredients but did not make a fetish out of having servers and menus proclaiming the wonder.

Linda walked with Emily and Karen to the dining place, and felt nervous without her sister Leslie. She realized that she and Marge would be the two submissives present, and this could end up being an embarrassing situation.

They arrived, and Anne Marie greeted Emily and Karen as well with a warm hug. Emily introduced Linda to the owner, who smiled as she sized up the obviously older but juvenilely-attired sister.

"She really is dressed so cutely, Emily," Anne Marie smilingly commented as Linda cringed and somehow held her tongue.

When they sat down, Karen whispered to Linda that she was pleased that Linda had resisted the urge to get upset at Anne Marie's comment.

Deb and Marge soon appeared, with Deb wearing a flashy outfit of chamois skirt with a dramatically patterned blouse and fishnets above her stilettos. Marge, the larger woman, was dressed in comfortable tweeds.

Deb kissed Karen and Emily and was introduced again to Linda, whom she had met when visiting the apartment to pick up Marian for the latter's training weekend.

"I'm pleased to see you again, sweetie," Deb said with a bit of a gush to her voice, "and your outfit is absolutely darling."

Linda blushed deeply and Deb commented to Emily, "I see your sister is still somewhat embarrassed by her situation."

Emily snapped to Linda that the latter had better thank Miss Deborah for her compliment.

Linda managed to blurt out, "Thank you," and then fell silent.

"I find it unacceptable that our friend has had to comment on your obvious failure to absorb what you have been taught by both Karen and myself," Emily added to her older sister in a crisp, no-nonsense tone.

Linda did not fully appreciate the delicacy of her situation and said to Emily that she was sorry if she had offended anyone.

As Deb watched approvingly, Marge with sympathy for Linda, and Karen with a feeling of relief that Emily was finally taking a role in training her own sister, Emily informed Linda that she would be disciplined for her failure to behave properly.

"I'm almost tempted to discipline you right here and now," Emily said, with a clear tone of rising annoyance in her voice.

"I'm sorry, Miss Emily," Linda now realized she had better repair her rapport with her sister, "I promise to do better."

"Deb," Emily said, almost ignoring Linda' s answer, "I think you and I need to go with this naughty girl to the ladies' room now."

Deb was turned on by seeing Emily, whom she had not known as well thus far, behave in such a nicely dominant way, and she stood up, as did Emily. Then Emily stuck her finger into Linda's back to get her to stand as well.

"I don't need to use the ladies' room, Miss Emily," Linda managed to mumble.

"Well, we need to deal with you in there," Emily answered, as if talking to a six-year-old.

The two women went off with Linda walking very slowly and uncomfortably between them as Karen and Marge began to converse in their absence.

"I'm sorry our dinner has been disrupted," Karen said to the pleasant-looking, large sub.

"Oh," Marge smiled, "I'm used to this kind of thing happening, Miss Karen. Please don't take it personally, either. Deb really had to put me through my paces when she was first breaking me in."

Karen smiled and enjoyed the way Marge had made light of what must have been her own supreme humiliation.

"Well, it does reflect on me as a trainer," Karen added, "even if she is Emily's older sister."

"She still thinks she has some of the suburban soccer mom in her," Marge suggested. "Don't fret about it, Miss Karen. You've been so influential in straightening out your mom."

Karen was sated by Marge's praise of her treatment of Marian, whom she had had to send to the pair for some more severe instruction.

***

Meanwhile, Emily and Deb entered the ladies' room, with Linda, for whom this was a new and definitely unpleasant experience. Anne Marie had thoughtfully equipped the restroom with some special facilities and equipment appropriate for use by female disciplinarians. There was a changing table large enough to accommodate an adult, as well as cabinets with punishment implements, and drawers with special items, ranging from ginger and plastic figs to nettles with plastic gloves next to them. There was also a special toilet stall which was designed to allow someone to lie beneath the toilet seat with their head facing up toward the seat opening but just far enough below it to be unable to reach the sitter's intimate places.

Linda was now horribly frightened by what was clearly in store for her. Emily asked her if she needed to pee, and she reddened and said she did not need to do so.

"Then get up on that table, using the ladder-steps on the side," Emily ordered.

Linda was too scared to refuse and soon she was laying on her back on the table. Emily quickly motioned to her to lift her legs and then pulled Linda's little skirt up over her waist, telling Linda to lift her bottom so Emily could pull her older sister's little white panties down to her ankles. Finally Emily ordered Linda to lift her legs in the air, while leaning back on a pillow and to grasp her legs at her knees.

By now, Linda understood that she was assuming the ignominious diaper position, and then she saw Deb on one side watching as Emily picked up a thin cane from a side cabinet.

"Linda," Emily intoned, "you are being disciplined for not responding properly to Miss Deborah. Consider yourself fortunate that I have chosen not to punish you at the table in front of the entire dining room."

Linda was totally abased now, and very scared.

"I'm sorry, Emily," she gurgled, "I do really have a lot to learn, don't I?"

"Yes, you do, despite Miss Karen's best efforts," Emily responded coolly, "and you will now resume the learning experience."

Emily herself had plenty of experience in dominating, so she took the cane, lay it across Linda's bottom, exposed below Linda' feminine charms, which were spread open rather blatantly by the diaper position.

Her practiced arm drew the cane back and expertly flicked it strike Linda' bottom just above its base. She didn't have to warn her sister about moving, because Linda knew that Emily could snap the cane right in or around her most sensitive place, her hairy quim, if Emily so desired.

The pain was delayed but incredible, and Linda let out a little cry.

Four similar strokes followed and soon red tramlines appeared across Linda's white bottom.

"I think this will do, don't you, Deb?" Emily inquired in a sincere request.

"Well, I do, Emily," Deb drawled, "but would you allow me to add as a lagniappe, a touch of the nettles?"

She smiled at Emily, knowing Linda could not see her face from where she stood, and also that the older woman would be petrified at the mere prospect of Emily's applying nettles to her most sensitive spots.

"Oh, please, Miss Deb and Miss Emily, I'll be good, I really will!" Linda almost shrieked, in a vain effort to avoid the anticipated torture.

Deb was not one to be put off by pleas, nor, though not as severe in nature as Deb, was Emily. Emily went to the proper drawer, donned plastic gloves, and returned with a branch of fresh stinging nettles.

As Linda began to weep almost uncontrollably, Emily brushed the bunch of nettles over the striped bottom and saw little angry pustules emerge where the nettles had touched the skin. Emily knew that Deb would only respect a show of severity, so she finished the short session of nettles with a quick brush with the branch right down Linda's slit, touching her labia and barely grazing her risen clit.