Copyright (c) 2004, Cat Tailor, all rights
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Katy was starting to wonder whether
the light was getting dimmer. What if that single dim bulb burned out?
Could anyone hear her if she screamed? She hadn’t heard sounds coming
through the door or the walls during the endless hours of her captivity.
What if Gretchen didn’t
come back? Katy realized she had no idea how much of this discomfort
her body could stand. She’d never been exposed to unpleasant
circumstances before without a solution immediately available. She’d
been cold, but she could always get a jacket, or return inside to be
greeted with hot cocoa and a toasty fire.
Not now. Now there was
just the cold seeping into her bones and the lingering warmth in a
certain region of her body she didn’t want to think about. It was
providing its own ache, although that one was mental. She was terribly
confused about what had happened when Gretchen had kissed her there.
No, licked her
there.
Surely those were things
no nice girl was supposed to enjoy, when held captive by a strange naked
girl. Right? But she had. She had enjoyed it so well she was blushing
again, just thinking of it.
She had to escape before
things got any worse. Already she’d never recover from the shame.
Katy tried to sleep, but
instead moved about fitfully. Every time she shifted, seeking a more
comfortable position, the concrete seemed to scratch new holes in her
backside. It kept getting more painful, rather than better.
She was starting to
really miss Gretchen. Surely she’d come back soon and give her a
blanket, at least.
Katy wanted desperately
to cry out for help, to call out for Gretchen or somebody to come rescue
her. But she remembered the cold gleam in Gretchen’s eyes when she had
told her to shut up, and she figured she’d best remain silent. or a
nice-seeming girl, Gretchen was stone terrifying when she started
getting creative.
Katy did not want to be a
challenge for Gretchen. She was sure who would win.
If the startling opening
of the door could have brought up more goose bumps on Katy’s chilled
skin, it would have. Gretchen entered, but instead of approaching the
bed, she moved to stand next to the door with her head lowered.
And then She
stepped into the room. The woman was the most intimidating creature
Katy had ever seen in her life, even more than Gretchen in a rage. She
was a large woman, with generous curves. Buxom. That was a good word
to describe the ship’s prow she led with. But it was more than her solid
build.
She had presence – a
poise that seemed to radiate power. Older, maybe forty, with masses of
blonde hair piled on top of her head and skewered in place with long
sharp sticks.
Her gorgeous form was
packed and stacked into the most outrageous outfit Katy had ever seen,
including on MTV. It was made of shiny black vinyl, but parts of it
were missing and parts of it laced up. She wore high-heeled boots that
made her look to be about six feet tall from where Katy was lying.
Clearly the new woman towered over Gretchen, who hadn’t seemed
especially small earlier.
It seemed the temperature
in the room dropped forty degrees, at the same time that a wave of heat
passed through Katy’s body. At this point, she had no idea what she was
feeling. Dread, certainly, but there were other things as well. Things
better left unexamined.
Not that she had time for
reflection. The statuesque goddess approached to stand at her feet and
gently arched one perfect eyebrow. “My dear Katy. How nice to meet
you. I wish it were under better circumstances, of course, but one
can’t always choose the occasion of one’s first meeting.”
Katy decided to make a
desperate bid for her freedom. “Please, Ma’am, the circumstances could
easily be much better if you’d only let me go. I promise not to call
the police. Just let me go back home to my family. Please.”
The woman’s laugh was
merry, yet it made little fingers of dread crawl down Katy’s spine.
“Gretchen said you were a precious little thing. So spirited. That
will come in handy later, but right now you’re in a spot of trouble.
Perhaps you’d best convince me you’re worth bothering with.”
“What do you want me to
do, Ma’am?”
“Ah, such attention to
your manners so quickly. You have at least been paying some heed to
your instructions. First, you may call me Mistress Sylvia, or just
Mistress. If you slip up and call me Ma’am, you will be punished.” She
paused to lick her lips slowly. “But I don’t think I shall find that so
unpleasant.”
Katy shuddered. What was
wrong with these people, that they kept looking for reasons to punish
her? She’d always been a good girl, and really, they shouldn’t expect
so much from a girl in her situation. But so far rebellion had not done
her any good. Best to keep playing along.
“Yes, Mistress Sylvia.”
“Out with your apology,
girl. Gretchen and I would both like to hear it.” Mistress Sylvia
snapped her fingers, and Gretchen left her post at the door to come
kneel by her side. Sylvia reached out, absently stroking Gretchen’s
curls with her long, tapered fingers. The dark red tips gleamed among
the mahogany curls.
Katy’s mouth went dry.
She needed to stay focused. Her apology. Right. She had one prepared,
didn’t she?
Prepared or not, Katy
stammered as she spoke. “Yes, Mistress Sylvia. I, um, well, I’m
terribly sorry. I didn’t mean to be disobedient. I truly misunderstood
Gretchen’s question to me, and it was my own fault for not listening
better. I’m starting to understand, I mean, I guess I’m starting to get
it that you’re looking for any mistake, so I’d better pay close
attention to what you actually say. Not just assume like normal people
do, right?” She noticed that Mistress Sylvia’s full red lips were
tightening, and she realized she was screwing up. “Oops! I mean,
Mistress Sylvia, Gretchen, I don’t mean to be making excuses. I made a
mistake, and I disobeyed because of it, and I’m truly, truly sorry.
Please forgive me for my error.”
Holding her breath, Katy
prayed that was good enough for a reprieve.
Sylvia spoke first.
“Well, Gretchen-girl, are you satisfied with this?”
Gretchen nodded, her
curls and breasts bouncing slightly. “Yes, Mistress. It was awful for
a seasoned girl, but not so bad for a first try. She’ll get better.”
“Yes, she will. One thing
we know for sure is that she’ll have plenty of opportunities.”
The two women laughed
heartily, and Katy thought she would die of shame and fear. They found
so much amusement in her situation, and it was terrible!
A moan of pure anguish
and distress escaped her lips. She was powerless to hold it back, in
the face of the two threatening figures above her.
Mistress Sylvia bent
slightly, her ice-blue eyes peering into Katy’s face. “Oh, the poor
dear is suffering so. Her lips are starting to look a bit blue, as
well. Perhaps, since she did at least try to atone for her
errors, we should take pity on her? For a moment at least?”
One long fingernail
tapped against her glossy lower lip. Katy was mesmerized by its motion,
and filled with sudden hope.
“But then again, I
haven’t had much sport yet today. Gretchen darling, please bring me a
heater, some cotton balls and a glove, lube of course, and a pad for me
to kneel on comfortably. That should do it. Scoot!”
Gretchen giggled, “Yes,
Mama Sylvia. Right away!” and ran from the room.
Mama Sylvia? Katy
looked her question at Sylvia, and she answered it. “Don’t make the
mistake of addressing me that way yourself, girl. Gretchen has earned
the right. You have not. You do however, always have the opportunity to
better your situation through impressing those who hold power over you.
This is as true in the corporate world, or your little school life, as
it is here. Right now, I hold all the power. Got it?”
“Yes, Mistress Sylvia. I
understand. Thank you for allowing me to hope.”
“Ha! Don’t get carried
away with that emotion, my helpless little ingénue. There’s not too
much to be hopeful about in the next hour of your life.” She grinned
wickedly, and Katy wilted inside.
Not again. She reviewed
the list. She didn’t know much about this sort of thing, never having
heard of anything remotely like this, but she thought the glove and lube
probably didn’t bode well.
“Um, Ma’… oops, sorry!
Mistress Sylvia? Am I allowed to speak?”
“The correct form of that
question is, ‘If it pleases you, Mistress, may I have permission to
speak?’”
“If it pleases you,
Mistress, may I have permission to speak?”
“Yes. For now.”
“Please, Mistress, what
are you going to do to me? I mean, I don’t know a lot about what you
have in mind, but I’ve never, I mean…”
Mistress Sylvia took a
step closer and reached out a vinyl-clad foot to tap at her pudenda.
“You mean, you never, uh…” Laughing, she slid the toe of her boot down
until it slipped inside Katy’s rosy folds. “I bet you never this, did
you?” She pushed the tip inside the hole, twisting it slightly, working
it inside her an inch or two. “Or this? Just think, the first
thing to ever, uh, ever, well… is my black boot.”
Sylvia pulled her boot
back and strode to stand by Katy’s head. Gripping her by the hair, she
pulled painfully until Katy’s head was as far up as her bonds would
allow. She felt the strain all through her shoulders, but bit back on
her exclamation in her fear.
“What do you have to say
for yourself, you ungrateful little shit? I am giving you my personal
attention, and you are lying there like a little emperor, waiting for
the next bit of pleasure to come your way. Well, wake up, princess. It
doesn’t all come free here. If you piss me off, or anyone off, it comes
with pain. The unpleasant kind of pain, but we’ll talk about subtleties
later. For right now, speak!”
She shook Katy’s hair
with that last word, and Katy forced her leaden mouth to form the words.
“Thank you, Mistress Sylvia, for paying personal attention to me. Thank
you for the lesson, for explaining things to me. And, um… thank you for
giving me the memory that it was your boot inside me first.” She felt a
tear sliding down her cheek with her last admission.
“Oh, so charming. The
little princess is in love with me already. Don’t worry, dear, it only
gets worse from here on out.” She released her hold on Katy’s hair, and
Katy sighed in relief. Her scalp burned where the hair had strained
against its anchors.
Sylvia glanced over her
shoulder. “Chill out, princess. I seem to have a dirty boot, and I
want you to watch how maintenance is taken care of around here.”
Gretchen apparently knew
what that meant, as she neatly piled the items she was carrying on the
floor next to Katy and knelt in front of Mistress Sylvia. Holding her
hands behind her back, she bent forward until her mouth was a scant inch
away from the still-wet tip of Mistress’ boot.
Then her tongue reached
out and began carefully removing the shine of Katy from the vinyl. The
pointed pink tip lapped over and over, thoroughly covering the area
until it looked as clean as the rest of the boot. Gretchen glanced up
at Sylvia, and she nodded once. Then Gretchen used her hair to dry her
spit from the boot and sat back on her heels.
Sylvia looked at Katy,
pinning her with her fierce gaze. “Got it? That’s what ‘clean my
boots’ means. Whenever anyone says it.”
“Yes, Mistress. I
understand.” She was scared senseless, but she understood. Would they
really expect her to do such a thing? If she was ever free enough
to be given that command, she’d run. Definitely.
Right now, though, there
would be no running. Mistress Sylvia had mentioned sport, and
Katy was about to find out what she meant by that.
Gretchen had plugged in
the portable heater, and it was pointed directly at Katy. The hot air
started heating her skin immediately. She almost cried in relief.
“Thank you, Mistress.
Thank you so much. That’s so much better, really. I was so cold.”
“Girl, stop babbling. A
simple thank you is sufficient, unless you are called on to elaborate.
Don’t tire me.”
Katy nodded, mutely. She
couldn’t seem to figure things out. Sometimes she got in trouble for not
talking, sometimes for talking. Was she ever going to get it right?
Mistress Sylvia was
settling herself on her knees between Katy’s spread legs. She didn’t
know why it looked so different, but Sylvia on her knees was not
the same thing as Gretchen on her knees. Even though Gretchen had had
complete control over her as well. Another mystery she might never
understand.
Like what was going on
with the cotton balls. Sylvia was pressing one under each of her long
fingernails, and then she drew on a latex glove. She released the wrist
with a loud snap, and Katy jumped.
Sylvia drew her bare
nails down Katy’s inner thigh, saying, “A little anxious, are you?
Well, like I said, it only gets worse.”
Her fingers closed on a
fold of Katy’s flesh, pinching and twisting. Katy yelped. It hurt!
She was doing it so casually, her piercing eyes half-lidded, watching
Katy’s face for her reaction. If that were the game, she’d simply stop
giving her the satisfaction. She’d stop reacting, and then it wouldn’t
be fun.
“Well, Katy, here’s what I expect
from you now. I’d tell you to relax, or not to struggle, as both
actions will only cause you additional pain. But, I know you won’t take
my advice, as clearly you’re far too tense for that. Instead, I’ll tell
you there’s only one thing I expect from you. Remain present. Got it?
If you start trying to find a nice safe place outside of your body, or
in some fantasy world in your mind, I’ll instruct Gretchen to keep
hurting you more and more until you come back. She knows what she’s
looking for. You won’t fool us. Stay here.”
“Yes, Mistress. Is this
going to be horrible, then?” Katy was starting to shake, despite being
warmer from the heater.
“Oh, yes. Quite.”
Disconcertingly, Mistress
Sylvia began humming a pleasant tune under her breath. Gretchen
squirted lube onto Mistress’ outstretched fingers, and Sylvia reached
towards Katy. Katy couldn’t see exactly what was going on, as she’d
lost her towel pillow with the pallet. With her head flat on the floor,
all she could see was the hand disappearing towards the place Gretchen
had paid so much attention to before.
Then she felt it. The
lube was cold, slimy, and Sylvia didn’t seem to care where it went. It
was shocking as it made contact with her skin, as Mistress Sylvia
pressed her hand between her slick lips. Spreading her open with her
fingers, she peered closely at her.
Katy thought she would
die of shame. At least with Gretchen she hadn’t had to watch. This was
awful, like a car wreck. She couldn’t stand to watch, but couldn’t bear
to not know what was going on.
“Very pretty, young
lady. Do you know what a lovely pussy you have?”
“Uh, no, Ma’am. I
don’t.”
“Oh no, you didn’t.
Gretchen, twist a nipple until you see tears in her eyes.”
Gretchen looked delighted
with this instruction, and reached out immediately. The pain was
intense and awful. She was clamping down harder and harder, pulling
Katy’s small breast out away from her body by the nipple alone, digging
her nails in as she went.
Katy was desperate for it
to stop. “Please, I’m sorry. Please, I won’t do it again. What did I
do? Please stop, I can’t stand it.”
Her begging had no effect
whatsoever. She could dimly feel Mistress Sylvia’s fingers idly
fiddling around inside her lips, down there, but the rest of her
world was consumed by the knife of pain slicing through her left
breast. She cried out, and then she felt the tears come into her eyes.
Gretchen released her.
“Thank you for stopping,
oh thank you. I don’t know what I did, but I’m so sorry, Mistress Syl…
Oh, no! I said Ma’am, didn’t I? I got so used to it with Gretchen.
I’m sorry, Mistress Sylvia, you were right to punish me, I did forget to
address you correctly. Please, I’m so sorry.”
“Of course I was right to
punish you, dear. I’m always right to punish you. Even when it’s only
for my own amusement. Like this is. For. My. Amusement. So suffer
prettily, my sweet.”
Sylvia’s hand slipped
lower, bringing a trail of moisture with it. She started working lube
around another place. Oh no, not that, anything but that. Katy
couldn’t help it. She started begging again. “Please, Mistress, not
that. Not there. Nothing ever, I mean ever… I think I would die.
Please.”
“You’re wasting your
breath, dear. Nothing will save you. Nothing whatsoever. You might as
well enjoy it.” The cackle that accompanied that suggestion was truly
evil, letting Katy know Sylvia knew full well it would be impossible.
Extending the gloved
hand, Sylvia waited while Gretchen squirted out more lube. Returning
the hand, Katy felt pressure. She felt the start of a pushing,
right there, in the center of that most vulnerable place. Her bottom!
It was too terrible. Now she understood why Sylvia had assumed she’d
try to leave the scene, at least in her own mind. But she felt suddenly
the full weight of her helplessness. The pain on her nipple moments
before had been nightmarish, and yet she knew it was a small sampling of
what could be done to her. There was no way out.
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In The Spider's Web by Cat Tailor
Reviewed by Lancelot Knight, Copyright (c) 2005
Katy, a young virginal schoolgirl, is kidnapped from a street corner and
brought to a sinister, imposing structure. There, she is mentored by
Gretchen, a young woman about her age, who tells Katy, “Everyone lies to
us, you know.” Katy learns that “happiness lies in finding your true
nature and living fully a life in agreement with that.” Of course, the
journey is not easy nor without its pitfalls.
Under the tutelage of
Gretchen, her Mistress Sylvia, and Doctor Payne, innocent Katy undergoes
rigorous sexual and psychological training, learning all the necessary
skills and nuances of pleasuring men and women who control her. With
her nature, Katy takes quite readily to the submissive lifestyle. She
explores her blossoming sexuality and discovers her profound pleasure in
humiliation. Katy learns that her greatest pleasure is in giving
pleasure, from obeying her Mistress or anyone who is her superior.
Eventually losing her
virginity, Katy discovers the joys of anal sex, oral sex, orgies,
restraints, whips, nipple clamps, enemas, and gangbangs. For those of
you who enjoy hard core sex with a twist of bondage, this book will
completely satisfy you.
Cat Tailor, a well-known
writer in the sexuality field, has fashioned an enjoyable romp through
the world of SM. While the sex is overt and hardcore, Tailor does a
fine job of showing how Katy gradually becomes not only reconciled to
her submissive nature, but actually revels it. A hot book!
Reviewed by Lancelot Knight
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