Leopard Girl

Chapter 15

"How's she doing as a mistress?" asked Janice as she entered her bedroom.

"She's pretty creative," replied Jill who was still spread and bound on the bed. "She's a good little mistress."

Charity had been sleeping in Janice's bed the night before so that's where the bound Jill was placed as a present. Jill continued to be amazed at the unusual aunt/niece relationship. Apparently, it worked for them. She could certainly tell that they loved one another very much. But it must have been difficult when they were with other family members. She wondered how often Charity came close to calling her aunt Mistress.

Janice sat on the bed and reached out, resting her hand on Jill's breast and giving it a squeeze. "These are twin miracles," she said. "So what did she do that was so creative?"

"Thank you," replied Jill at the comment. She looked down and saw the other woman holding her breast lovingly. She knew that this would be very uncomfortable for most women but it had become second nature to her. It was not even something that she had to resign herself to. She enjoyed being touched and handled and used by Janice and Charity. And she loved Emily's touch too. "But if my breasts are miracles, there are six of them in the room, not two. Both of you have perfect breasts."

"As for her creativity," Jill continued, "I should let her tell you."

"Here," said Charity. "I'll show you."

"No, no, no!" gasped Jill. "I'll tell her instead." Charity grinned. Jill went on to describe the prolonged fisting and the never ending orgasm.

"You should try it, Mistress," exclaimed Charity. "It was an unbelievable feeling to be inside of another body. And she feels like a velvet glove. A very wet velvet glove, but so soft and tight."

"I think I'll do that," Janice said, causing Jill to tense. "But I think I'll wait until tomorrow." Jill breathed a sigh of relief but knew that she would be dreading Sunday.

"Can I watch?" asked Charity.

"Of course you can, sweetie," replied Janice. "After all, she belongs to you. Now should we let her up for a bit? You've had her tied up all day."

Charity sighed. "I suppose so. But she just looks so yummy like that."

Janice smiled. "You can always tie her up again later." They worked together to release Jill and she stretched. Charity put on jeans and a t-shirt and headed toward the door.

"Do I get to wear anything?" Jill asked.

"Of course not, silly slave," replied Charity. Jill sighed. She was not surprised. She was not even disappointed. She had known the answer before she asked but she had to ask.

They got a snack and went out to the backyard to eat it. It was a cool day and Jill got a chill. So Charity patted her lap and Jill climbed into it. Charity held her slave while they ate to keep her warm.

Janice had been given a new pair of nipple clamps by her friend, Claire. In actuality, Claire hoped to one day put them on Janice. She was also a member of the club. And, like Hal, she hoped to someday enslave Janice and her beautiful niece. Janice had been planning on trying out the clamps on Charity but had not gotten around to it. Jill's large breasts provided the perfect opportunity.

The clamps were both beautiful and devilish at the same time. When in place, a highly decorative pair of butterflies would adorn a girl's chest. Janice was sure that they would look lovely on Jill.

Jill's wrists were once again bound behind her back and Janice asked Charity to make sure that the slave's nipples were nice and stiff. Charity jumped at the task and started sucking on the beautiful nipples. She loved having any excuse to play with Jill's breasts or any other part of her for that matter.

Janice walked up to Jill and kissed her. "These might hurt. I haven't ever tried them. They were a gift."

"Yes, Mistress," replied Jill. She was used to clamps and, by now, had also become accustomed to pain.

The clamps were opened by folding the wings together. Janice opened both clamps and placed them on the waiting nipples. The clamps bit into the tender little nubbins but not cruelly. Very slowly, the wings started opening.

Jill looked down and admired the artistic jewelry adorning her chest. "They are beautiful, Mistress."

"Yes, they are. Beautiful jewelry for a beautiful girl." Still, the clamps opened.

"Aaaaggghhhh!!!" Jill suddenly cried out as the wings were half opened. The mechanisms contained a tiny needle in each. Each needle had just penetrated the skin when Jill cried out. Then, as the wings continued to open, the needles were pushed deeper into the sensitive flesh. It was designed to hold the clamps in place so that they could be worn for an entire evening without becoming lost. They were also designed to inflict pain. Jill started her deep breathing and panting routine again as she felt the needles sinking deeper into her sensitive buds.

Jill's nipples had been pierced but she did not usually wear her rings. She did not remember her original piercing to be this painful. She felt every bit of the needles' progress as they sank punishingly into her nipples until, finally, the wings were fully open and the needles stopped moving.

"What do you think?" Janice asked Charity.

Charity reached out and lifted both of Jill's breasts as she carefully examined the new ornaments. "They look awesome!"

Then she used her thumb to push on one of the wings, tilting the clamp to one side. This also had the effect of moving one of the needles which shot pain through Jill's chest, causing her to cry out. "She'll have to be a very good girl when she wears these," Charity said to her aunt.

Janice laughed. "Yes she will. I had no idea that these would be so punishing."

Janice fixed dinner and the three of them ate together. It was one of the few meals at home recently where Charity was clothed. Jill was, of course, naked and still wearing her butterflies.

After dinner, they watched a rented movie together. Jill thought that it was a bit incongruous to be watching an animated family film with the other two women. They acted like this was just a normal Saturday night. She sat in Charity's lap as Charity stroked her very wet labia and laughed at the movie. Maybe it really was a normal Saturday night for them. But the contradiction between the family oriented setting and movie and the way her body was being used and enjoyed was a bit unsettling.

They all retired to Janice's bed after the movie ended. The horrid butterflies were painfully removed and then Jill's nipples were swabbed with an antiseptic. They bathed together in the huge tub and then made love for hours. At the end, they slept with Charity in the middle, spooning against Jill's back and Janice pressed tightly against Charity's back.

On Sunday, they slept late and had breakfast together. Then Janice and Charity enjoyed Jill's body throughout the day. For some reason, they did not let her climax. They brought her to the edge repeatedly but always stopped before she could orgasm. When she tried to finish herself off at one point, her wrists were bound behind her back again.

"Isn't it wonderful?" asked Charity once Janice had wormed her hand into Jill's sex and fisted her.

"You're right," replied Janice. "Soft, warm, wet velvet glove." Charity coached her aunt to form a fist and, once again, Jill's cervix was being pummeled. Charity used her tongue to toy with Jill's clit but always stopped once the belly started quivering. Jill groaned in frustration.

Jill was given her clothes back after dinner and taken home. She was so horny from being denied an orgasm all day that she attacked her husband in the living room and practically raped him. Two more times during the night, she impaled herself until he could no longer become erect. Then she grabbed a vibrator and brought herself to two more orgasms before she could finally sleep.