Tavern Wench

Arlene took her cue from her because she in her turn stroked the redhead across the back of her skull and said in a silky voice.

-Your whole welfare is now with us, how would you like us to rub your torsos down with a nice refreshing bunch of nettles.

-We could fit a plastic bag around your crutch with sellotape and introduce a few dozen spiders to live in your cavities with you. They would probably find plenty of nooks and crannies to scuttle into.

-Do you like cats? she added -They have lovely rough tongues, if we spread fish paste around your crutches, they will be happy to lick it off for you, giving you a thrill at the same time.

For some reason this quietened their charges down quite a bit.

-It is obvious to me that your are both keen to provoke Arlene and me into giving you a very hard time indeed, well we will have to see what we can come up with.

-You may tell us your names now, Christine said.

-My name is Tara, the redhead said.

-Mistress, she corrected.

-Mistress, she hurriedly added.

Christine looked at the blonde.

-My name is Diana, Mistress.

-This is a big improvement in manners, but they can improve on it yet further. If I am your Mistress, Tara what does that make you?

-I am your slave, Mistress.

-Better, what does that mean that I can do to you?

-Anything you want to do to me my Mistress.

-Suggest something new I can do to you, Tara, get me interested, make a suggestion of what you think I might want to do to you.

-Would you like to beat me?

-No, try again.

-Can I tell you how beautiful you are?

-It wouldn't be very sincere, would it?

-I could tell you how humble I was.

-Yes, do that for me.

- I am not worthy to wash your feet Mistress, I am not important enough for you to waste your own energy on me by beating me. I am very ugly and not deserving of your favours, my skin is coarse and my arse is too fat. My belly is too fat and my tits are too grossly large.

-Good, how would you like me to punish you for your earlier behaviour.

-I need to feel the weight of your displeasure my Mistress. Please bind me tightly to a wooden frame and if you can spare the muscular effort for so unworthy a person, beat me hard across the buttocks with a cane.

-That sounds good, now Diana?

-What shall I tell you my Mistress?

-Tell me how I would like to treat you.

-Would it please you to see an animal fuck me, Mistress.

-You suggested it, maybe you would like this to happen to you.

The blonde blushed.

-Maybe you used to own a large dog which regularly fucked your cunt for you?

Her blush deepened.

-Well yes it would be nice to see you enjoying your favourite perversion, but this time I think I would like to see a pig doing you, how would you like that?

Her eyes widened and she suddenly became short of breath.

-As my Mistress pleases, she whispered.