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Foxy, you didn't tell me we was havin a par-tay at Wally World!  I would have cum too!

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Hmm, what to post, what to post.  *spend some time pondering, thinking, smoke pouring from her ears*  I got nothing man...sorry.

   “We're going out with some of the girls Mom,” Lyssa called back up to the house about 8:30 as her and Whitney went out to her car.

   “Be careful and have fun honey.  Whitney, don't go getting my daughter into any more trouble tonight won't you?”

   “As much trouble as I can find Mrs. Ryvendale.  As much trouble as I can find.”

   With a quick kiss the girls parted to either side of the metallic purple Pontiac.  They entered the car, buckled themselves in and headed out to Sandra's house.  They had actually spent a bit of time calling her Sandra so that it would be more natural when they arrived tonight.

   Of all the times they had had sex with the coach, they had never actually been to her house.  Sandra had given them the address and directions before they left the graduation.  It took them about 20 minutes to find the house.

   Sandra lived in a small ranch style home with brick veneer instead of aluminum siding.  The trim was painted a white with blue being the main color for the remaining exterior woodwork.  Lyssa pulled the grand am into the drive way while Whitney confirmed they were at the right place.  They had indeed found the correct house.  With great excitement for what was in store, they got out of the car and headed up to the house.

   Whitney reached the door slightly before Lyssa and reached out to ring the doorbell.  She gazed at Lyssa and remarked how beautiful she was.  Lyssa was wearing a red and white blouse with a pair of black shorts.  The only make up still on her face was eye liner, mascara, and lip gloss.  She wore a more practical pair of sandals with a one inch heal on them.

   Lyssa thanked Whitney for the compliment.  Sandra had told them to dress comfortably, they wouldn't be in their clothes very long anyway.  Lyssa reached up and ran a hand through one of Whitney's pig-tails and returned the compliment.  Whitney's attire consisted of a black t-shirt with an oriental dragon wrapped around a sword on the back, a pair of jean shorts, and white tennis shoes with pink trim that she wore without socks.

   They hadn't been standing there long when the door opened into Sandra's house.  Both girls took an extra second to take in each others beauty before turning to their hostess for the night.  What they saw took there breath away.  Sandra was standing before there wearing a vinyl outfit.  The top was a red corset with black trim that neatly showed off her cleavage.  It also accentuated the curves in her athletic torso.  Beneath that she wore a black vinyl mini skirt that didn't leave a whole lot to the imagination.

   Immediately Lyssa's cock grew hard between her legs.  Whitney felt herself getting wet between her own legs.  Sandra smiled as she addressed the two girls.  “Come in please.  Leave all your clothes here at the door.”

   Both girls crossed into the threshold into the house while Sandra closed the door behind them.  Without asking question they both began to strip right there in the foyer, dropping their shorts and shirts in a pile by the door.  Whitney had not worn any underwear, feeling that it would just delay the inevitable of getting naked anyway.  Lyssa wore a maroon thong to hold her cock where it was supposed to stay.

   “Leave your shoes too, and follow me.”  The girls kicked off their footwear and padded off after Lyssa who went into the living room and turned down the hallway they assumed led to bedrooms.  Sandra stopped in the hallway outside a closed door.  “The next door is the bathroom, if either of you need it, please ask.  The last door there is my bedroom, were we'll retire after we are done.”

   Both girls nodded their understanding.  “In here is my playroom,” Sandra said as she opened the door she was standing outside of.  As the girls looked inside they say a menagerie of sexual implements and apparatus.  A swing hung in one corner of the room.  A pole for exotic dancing was in another with a mirror behind it.  In the middle of the room stood a masseuses table.  A St. Andrew's Cross also stood in the room.  Various and other bits of equipment were spread around the room that complimented the items already listed.  “I've noticed that you two already have a bit of a Domme and sub relationship.  Though you may not yet realize it.  Lyssa, you have naturally been quite subservient to Whitney who was your first teacher in sex.  It also suits your nature off the court to be a follower.”

   “Whitney, you have naturally assumed the dominant role in the relationship, being the more sexually and socially experienced partner.  Tonight, I thought that I'd give you a taste of a full BDSM session.  I won't do anything that will hurt you permanently.  Nor will I do anything that either has any objections too.  I do want you to be able to experiment in a safe and controlled manner with an experienced person for your first time.”

   The smiles on their faces was all the encouragement Sandra needed to continue.  “Whitney, you'll be sub to me tonight, but still over Lyssa.  You'll be like my assistant.  Lyssa, you're going to be bottom.  We will give you instructions and directions.  You'll be rewarded for obedience, and punished for defiance.  Are there any questions yet?”

   Neither of the girls asked anything.  “Our safe word tonight is Armageddon.  You're to use that word whenever you want something to stop completely.  Otherwise, all things done and said tonight will be considered to be part of the scene and not affect what we may be doing.  Is that clear to you two?”

   Again both girls asked no questions, and they nodded their understanding.  Sandra pointed to the closet on the far side of the room, “I have a large selection of fetish clothing in that closet.  Whitney, I want you to take Lyssa in there, pick an outfit out for her.  Put the outfit on her, then find one for yourself and put it on.  When you are both dressed come back out here.  Oh, and Whitney, Lyssa doesn't get a say so in her choice of outfit.”  Sandra smiled so seductively at the girls with her last statement.

   Whitney guided Lyssa across the room to the closet.  Her erect cock leading the way 9 inches in front.  They had of course discussed doing something like this with each other.  However, they really didn't have a way to implement it in their lives.  They hadn't ever even considered that Sandra might be into it as well.  As they entered the closet a plethora of colors, styles, and fabrics assaulted their eyes.

   “Oh my,” exclaimed Lyssa!  “I can't believe this is happening.  This is so frigging cool!”

   “Yes it is.  Now, I want something in purple for you.”  Whitney busied herself searching through the outfits.  Lyssa stood in the doorway of the closet idly stroking the shaft of her cock.  “Here we go!”

   Whitney pulled a floor length gown from one of the racks.  It was a deep royal purple, halter top.  The tag inside said it was leather with a satin lining and  size 6.  It would fit Lyssa perfectly.  Hanging over the hanger with the dress was a matching purple thong.  Whitney took the thong from the hanger and handed it to Lyssa.  “There, put that on.”

   From the room Sandra's voice called out, “I told you to dress her.  Not just to hand it to her.”

   Whitney quickly took the thong back and hung the dress back on the rack.  She bent down in front of Lyssa holding the thong between her hands.  Lyssa placed one foot into the panties, then the other.  Next she pulled the thong up Lyssa's legs.  “Hmm, are we going to be able to put your cock away with such a mighty erection going on?”

   “I can handle that part without hurting myself.”  Lyssa reached down and deftly tucked things back between her legs.  Whitney finished pulling the thong into place then stood up and smiled.

   “Maybe I should leave you just like that.”  She giggled a bit then reached for the dress.  Unzipping the back she assisted Lyssa in stepping into the dress.  Guiding her arms through the halters she settled the dress into place and zipped up the back again.  She smiled and said, “Turn for me.”

   The skirt of the dress while floor length allowed for very little movement of the legs.  It was a hobble skirt designed for such limited movement.  Lyssa did her best to turn, only loosing balance once as she did so.  She definitely wasn't used to having so little movement in her legs.  “Beautiful!”

   Turning back to the racks Whitney searched for an outfit for herself.  She found something she liked in a beautiful scarlet trimmed in black.  It was an Asian style dress made of silk.  After she had donned the dress, it barely went low enough to cover her ass.  However, it hugged her curves tightly, accentuating her breasts nicely.  She did up the frogs over the left breast and turned back to Lyssa.  “Shall we present ourselves to her now.”

   Nodding assent, Lyssa led the way out of the closet and back into the room.  Lyssa was only able to move her feet about 8 inches with each step, but it didn't take long to get out into the room.

   Sandra whistled as the girls exited the closet.  Unwittingly they had actually chosen two of her favorite outfits.  She stood up and motioned for Lyssa to head over to the St. Andrews cross.  “Stand up next to that.  Face the cross with your back to the room.”

   Lyssa willingly complied.  Whitney helped her up the small step onto the cross.  “Whitney, please bind Lyssa's wrists in the shackles up there.”  As Whitney followed the instructions, Sandra reached into one of the toy chests and pulled out a rubber flogger.  She walked up behind Lyssa and showed the flogger to Whitney.

   “I can use this to get many sensations, from a small stingy feeling to a deep thud as well.  I find it to be very versatile.  Lyssa, I am going to begin lightly.  I want you to say Armageddon when it gets too much for you.  Whitney, please stand here next to me.”  With that she began to swing the flogger against Lyssa's skin.  She began softly with gently swishes.  Each swing got a little quicker.  Soon she was whipping the many tails of the rubber whip quite rapidly.  Each stroke caused 1000 stinging sensations to Lyssa's back.

   A few minutes into the whipping Lyssa was moaning quite loudly with each strike, but she still hadn't reached a threshold where it had become an unpleasant sensation.  Sandra stopped swinging the flogger and handed it to Whitney.  “Very good my dear.  Very good indeed.  I'm quite impressed.”  She stepped up and began to lightly rub Lyssa's back where the flogger had been so expertly used.  “Whitney, please place that back in that toy box there and get out the small spiked wheel.”

   Whitney did as she was instructed and brought the object to Sandra.  It resembled a spur, but the points on it were exceedingly sharp.  “I want you to lightly run that up and down her arms and across her shoulders as I continue to rub her back.  Apply just enough pressure to get sensation, but don't cause blood.”

   The spikes on the wheel rolled quite easily along the skin eliciting a slight “ooh” from Lyssa.  She sighed as Sandra massaged her back, relieving some of the sting from the flogging she had just received.

   A few minutes later, Sandra stopped rubbing Lyssa back.  She bent down and grabbed the skirt of the leather dress and lifted it above Lyssa's knees.  “Lift your left foot.”  Lyssa brought the foot up into the air as she was told.  Sandra took a hold of the foot.  “Whitney, run that along the bottom of her foot.”

   Lyssa was extremely ticklish on her feet.  Even though the spikes were sharp, the feeling they caused was like a prickly tickling sensation.  “Oh please no!  I can't stand that.”

   Sandra turned and smacked the leather covered ass before her face.  “You don't get a say in this.  I want to do it, so it will be done.”

   Biting her lip, Lyssa braced herself for what was about to come.  Whitney brought the little spur to Lyssa's foot and began to run it over the bottom of the foot.  Lyssa couldn't help herself and began to try to pull the foot away.  All the while she was trying to stifle a laugh.

   “No laughing,” commanded Sandra as she firmly held the foot up for Whitney to torture with the insidious device.  The torture of the foot continued for a few more minutes before Sandra called a stop.  “Hmm, she sure did laugh a lot didn't she Whitney.  I believe she needs to be punished.  Please release her hands.”

   Whitney turned and began to unshackle Lyssa's wrists.  Sandra let the foot back down to the floor and pulled the hobble back into its proper place.  After Lyssa was freed Sandra grabbed the flogger again and led the two girls out to the middle of the room.  “Bend over and touch your toes Lyssa.”

   Lyssa did as she was told.  “Don't move.  If you do this well you'll have earned a reward.”  Sandra handed the flogger to Whitney.  “I want you to give her ten lashes across the ass.  Make sure to hit only the ass.  Make them count.”  The last she said as a whisper in Whitney's ears.

   With a full draw on her arm, Whitney swung the flog forward.  The rubber ends of the flog collided with the leather over Lyssa's ass transferring their energy to the flesh beneath.  Lyssa jumped slightly, but otherwise didn't move.  She managed to stifle a moan.  Nine more times Whitney slapped the flogger against Lyssa's ass.  Each one bringing a louder moan.  On the last three, Lyssa cried out.  She took each swat without moving more than a small jump though.

   “You may stand up straight now.”  Lyssa stood up stiffly.  Sandra came around to her front and placed her lips against Lyssa's.  Her hand snaked around and began to massage the ass through the leather.  After a minute their lips parted and the rubbing on the ass stopped.  “You did very well my dear.  I believe you have earned a reward.”

   Sandra lay down on the massage table, hiking her mini skirt up and revealing her pussy.  She hadn't been wearing any panties beneath the skirt.  “I want you to lick my cunt.  Pay special attention to my clit while you are down there.”

   Lyssa brought her face to Sandra's pussy and began to slide her tongue along the folds of the labia.  Running up and down.  Each time her tongue ran along the top it brushed the clitoral hood eliciting a small moan of pleasure from Sandra.

   As Lyssa paid attention to her pussy, Sandra beckoned Whitney to her.  “Why don't you climb up here and sit on my face.  I want to eat your pussy while she is eating mine!”

   Whitney was more than willing to comply, and she quickly clambered her way up onto the table.  She straddled Sandra's shoulders then squat down, bringing her own wet lips directly above Sandra's face.  Not having put any panties on herself, it was ready and waiting, no wrapping to remove.

   Two tongues danced over very wet pussies.  Each one working in a different method, both of them giving the same pleasure though.  Soon, Sandra was moaning as she suckled Whitney's clit.  This extra vibration was enough to drive Whitney over the edge.  Her orgasm began to squirt all over Sandra's face, instantly drenching her.  Sandra, for her part, tried to drink it all in.

   Sandra smiled, always loving when Whitney squirt so hard.  Her own orgasm was quite near.  Moaning rather loudly she let herself relax into the orgasm, clenching Lyssa's head between her thighs as she came.

   All three women waited patiently.  Two were recovering from orgasms, and the third stood waiting for her next instructions.  It had been a good reward, in her opinion, and she hoped to earn more rewards soon.  Whitney had slid of to the side of massage table and was using it to keep herself upright.  Sandra laid there waiting till she had the strength to stand up again.

   Finally, everyone was recovered enough to continue.  Sandra rolled up off the table and looked at Lyssa.  “I assume she's wearing the thong that goes with that dress,” she asked addressing Whitney.”

   “Yes she is.”

   “You should always include Mistress when you are addressing me in here.  That goes for both of you.”

   “Yes Mistress,” they said in unison.

   “Whitney, take her dress off, but leave the panties in place.”  Once Lyssa was standing before them wearing nothing but the leather thong, Sandra led them all over to the swing.  “Sit in the swing Lyssa.”

   “Yes Mistress,” she answered as she complied.  It was a little tricky getting into the swing, but once she was, she hung before the two women, awaiting their pleasures.  “In that box over there, you'll find a couple of strap-ons Whitney.  Please put one on, and bring another to me.”

   Whitney was quick to get into the indicated box and pull out a long thin realistic looking strap-on.  It took her a matter of seconds to have it secured in place.  As she was getting the strap-on ready, Sandra had gotten into her drawer of lube and brought over a nice large tube of KY jelly.

   Holding the one she had picked out for Sandra before her, Whitney padded up beside Sandra and offered the strap-on to her.  Sandra looked at the long thick red rubber cock before her.  “Ooh, a nice choice.  I want you to put this on me.”  Whitney bent down and pulled the strap-on up Sandra's legs.

   Fixing it in place, the two woman turned towards Lyssa hanging in the swing.  The two rubber cocks where poking out from under the hem of their outfits, both being rather short.  Together they walked up to Lyssa.  From a hook on the nearby wall Sandra pulled down a riding crop and began to run the tip of it over Lyssa's breasts.  She laid it flat over one of the nipples then gave a small quick flip of her wrist smacking the nipple.  Lyssa moaned out with the strike.

   “Suck Whitney's cock for me Lyssa.  I want to see your pretty lips wrapped around that.”  Whitney moved to the head of the swing and Lyssa, now quite experienced at giving blow jobs to rubber cocks, took it in her mouth and began to work her lips and tongue over the shaft.  Taking the length into her mouth and sucking it hard.

   As she watched the spectacle of this beautiful young girl sucking the cock, she began to rub the end of the riding crop over and around her breasts, stomach, and legs.  Occasionally she would flick her wrist striking Lyssa causing her to moan as her mouth worked the cock.  Her own cock was so hard it was stretching against the fabric of the thong, trying to find release.

   Sandra could see the girls natural cock straining to be free.  She used the end of the riding crop to push the leather thong to the side allowing the cock to spring out.  The full 9 inches stood proudly straight into the air begging for attention.  Sandra ran the tip of the crop along the shaft of the cock then went back to running it over Lyssa's body, again with the occasional smacks to keep the girl honest.