It was early when C woke Ffion.

“I just needed the toilet but I thought you might like to get up. You can bring us breakfast in bed in about an hour after you’ve made yourself presentable.”

She released Ffion and padded off to the bathroom. Ffion watched her moving and felt pangs of doubt. She missed the old comfortable certainties of life as H and C. Ffion heard the toilet flush and the door of the main bedroom close behind C. Those days were gone. C was slipping back into a warm soft bed next to her warm soft lover. Ffion was alone.

She showered, then looked at herself in the mirror. As painful as her punishment had been, she couldn’t see the bruising she expected. The body in the mirror was hers, she cupped her small breasts, enjoying their sensitivity, wondering about their potential. Between her legs all was diminished, belonging to a past, with nothing to offer for the future now that Ffion knew C’s rejection as a lover. She dried, pulled on some white control pants and a white bra then picked out a plain white blouse and green knee length skirt. As she did her hair and make up she pondered long and hard. Ffion felt the pants crushing between her legs and the fear of losing C crushing her resistance.

Ffion could see that C was happy at last. She deserved her joy and if she would welcome Ffion to share that joy how could Ffion refuse. The pain of the previous day had been real. Ffion knew there would be more to come, she didn’t know when or what form it might take, she only knew it’s inevitability if she chose to accept it. Ffion feared the pain, she feared Jenny’s excitement but most of all she feared the wild eroticism of C’s response to the suffering. C who had always been so gentle had come alive, her eyes glinting as Jenny beat Ffion. Ffion knew that she had to accept C’s judgement or lose everything. Ffion pulled on some tights, straightened her skirt, slipped into some flat shoes and went down stairs to start her tasks for the day.

Busy in the kitchen, Ffion sipped her coffee while she prepared a breakfast for the snoozing lovers. She slipped into the garden and snipped a rosebud for the tray. Up the stairs and with a gentle tap on their bedroom door she left herself in.

“Good morning Miss C, good morning Miss Jenny, ” she greeted them with a smile.

C sat up, “Go out and come in properly, curtsey as you enter, look down respectfully and wait till you’re spoken to.”

Ffion burned with the humiliation but did as she was told. If C wanted servile, she would do her best. She tapped the door a second time, entered, curtseyed and waited. After a long moment she was told to put the tray down and was dismissed with a look from C’s eyes. Ffion curtseyed as she left the room and returned to domestic tasks, cleaning in the kitchen. The house slowly came to life. Ffion heard the lovers moving around as they used the bathroom and dressed. They emerged in jumpers and jeans, ready for a morning ride. Ffion remembered to curtsey and greeted them with a good morning each. Jenny patted Ffion’s bum and told her to change the bedding and do the laundry while they were out.

“Get some lunch sorted while we’re out,” C added.

Their tone and body language made it clear to Ffion that they expected obedience. If they were playing a game they were taking it very seriously. She curtseyed as they left the kitchen and Ffion watched a they waked, hand in hand, down the garden toward the stable. They were laughing together, sharing a joke or perhaps they were laughing at Ffion. She felt pathetic.

She went upstairs and stripped the bed. She found the instructions for the washing machine, set it going then went back up stairs to collect dirty washing for the next load. Ffion carried the collection downstairs, an armful of cotton tops and underwear, some of it her own. She was in a house with only women’s clothes and while C was much slighter than her, it appeared that some of Jenny’s clothes might fit Ffion. But she wouldn’t dare try them without permission. She looked down, picked a pair of C’s knickers and held them up to her face. She sniffed deeply and burst into tears. Those days were over.

She composed herself and went back up stairs. Ffion found the bed linen and set about making the king sized bed. She went downstairs to the desk in the sitting room to find pen and paper. She tucked the note, cut into the shape of a heart, under the covers.

‘Thank you for allowing me to come. I’m here to love you, serve you and surrender to you. Ffion’

She hoped she could live up to her pledge.

Ffion returned to the kitchen and started to prepare lunch. She was hanging the washing out to dry when she heard the horses. She knew it would take a while to take their tack off and brush them down. Ffion set the table for two and boiled the kettle for tea. Finally Jenny and C returned to the house looking as though they had caught the sun on their ride. Ffion curtseyed, waited for them to take their places at the table, then served their meal. She returned to the kitchen while they ate, kocaeli escort bayan aware of their studied contempt for her. They giggled as she left the room. Ffion nibbled at her own lunch and began to tidy up. She heard them get up to leave the table and went out into the dining room to clear the table. She just about finished when Jenny returned, having changed into a summer dress.

“C is waiting for you upstairs,” she told Ffion.

She climbed the stairs and saw C wrapped in a towel walking dipping from the bathroom to the bedroom. She stood in the bedroom, dropped the towel and invited Ffion to dry her body. C was looking as perfect as ever, naked but not vulnerable. She was confident that she could control Ffion’s emotions while tormenting her with intimate access to every party of her body. Ffion gently patted C dry, starting at her arms and shoulders and finishing kneeling at her feet. C caught Ffion looking at her, knowing that she was looking attractive.

“Don’t even think about it,” C growled. “Get me some underwear from the drawer.”

Ffion picked pink knickers and bra for C. She kneeled again and held the knickers for C to step into, then pulled them up to cover C’s most intimate parts.

“You may kiss.”

Ffion touched her lips to C’s pubic mound. C touched Ffion’s face and raised her chin to make eye contact.

“Do you still desire?”

Ffion nodded. She looked up and C’s breasts filled her with passion. C shook her head.

“Not for you. Put my bra on.”

Ffion stood, held the bra for C’s arms, moved behind to hook it up then waited, drinking in the curves of C’s body. C turned to face her.

“I still love you, but not in that way. I still want you but not for sex. Get me that dress and help me into it”

Ffion picked up the dress of its hanger. It was a long linen dress with bare arms, held up by wide straps. The pattern, with blues and greens would set off C’s eyes.

“Jenny bought it for me, do you like it.”

Ffion nodded and pulled it over C’s head, covering her nakedness. The dress hugged her torso then flared to a full skirt. Her bosom swelled the top showing off her cleavage.

“Now those shoes.”

Ffion was kneeling once more, helping guide C’s feet. C looked down at her.

“You know you’re free to leave. You know I’m with Jenny, you know our old life is over. I knew what you were thinking as you dressed me and I know those feelings hurt you,” she giggled, “and I liked that. Isn’t that funny, you just accept or you leave. You’re going to stay aren’t you. I want you to stay. I want you to wake up in the morning knowing that I’m in Jenny’s arms and weep a little. But you’re free to leave. What are you going to choose?”

Ffion’s voice choked, “I want to stay.”

“We’re going to sit in the garden, there’s a bottle of Prosecco in the fridge. Bring two glasses. We’re going to talk about you. Then we’re going to punish you. It’ll be fun.”

She turned and left Ffion feeling a wave of fear. Ffion followed downstairs then went into the kitchen. From the kitchen window Ffion’s eyes followed C, watching her bottom sway as she headed for the bower in the garden where Jenny was waiting. She found the wine and two glasses then took them out to where the lovers were waiting. She curtseyed, popped the cork and filled the two glasses.

“There’s a small table, it’s a workbench at the end of the barn, and a couple of camping chairs. Take them into your punishment room then go and finish up in the kitchen. When you come back I want you in some nice lingerie and I want the cuffs and hood.” Jenny ordered. “And don’t forget those high heeled sandals.”

Ffion curtseyed once more and thanked them then set about her tasks. She moved the narrow table and chairs into the out house, looking at the bare room with fear. She finished the kitchen then went upstairs to change her underwear. She chose a pastel blue longline Freya bra with matching lacey knickers, hold up stockings and slipped her feet onto the sandals. Gathering up the cuffs and hood she headed for the garden, where she curtseyed and was ignored. They were talking about her, not to her. They were sharing a note pad where Ffion could see notes made in C’s neat hand and sketches. From her place Ffion could see a sketch that looked like a woman standing with the hem of her skirt raised exposing her pants that C must have drawn from a memory of yesterday.

“Are you still OK with the plan? How do you feel about watching your ex suffer?” Jenny was asking C.

C nussled up closer to Jenny and rested her head on her shoulder.

” I love it. If I’d broken up and left H for you I’d feel guilty and I’d worry about him. This way I know how he or she is, I can make sure she’s OK. And I love the suffering. I love the way you hurt her yesterday. It makes me feel so close to you and so right to reject my ex lover. I want her to suffer, abjectly, physically and emotionally. I taunted her with my body earlier and it was really funny. Now I want to watch you being strong and brutal.”

Jenny izmit escort bayan turned and kissed her.

“You’re such an intriguing mixture of shy and sensible, soft and loving, wanton and wicked. I love you,” Jenny told C.

“And I love you, the lovely woman who taught me a new way of loving,” replied C.

They parted. Ffion’s stomach lurched. C stood behind Ffion.

“Hands behind your back.”

The cuffs were put in place and secured.

“Thank you Miss C,” was all Ffion could think of saying.

C prodded her. “Move.”

Ffion teetered toward the out house and her stomach churned as she entered the cool darkness.

“On the table, face down.”

C rummaged in a corner and started to secure Ffion to the table with a webbing cargo strap over the table at waist level. A second strap held Ffion just below her shoulders. C tightened the ratchets till Ffion couldn’t move and could barely breath. Next Ffion’s ankle were secured to the table legs and her discomfort grew. Finally, C looped the rope that still hung from the rafters between Ffion’s cuffs and started to pull her arms up and behind her. When C made a final tug on the rope Ffion yelped.

“Comfy?” laughed C. “Don’t go away.”

C went back out into the garden but Ffion was surprised to see her return alone. She was carrying a bundle of sticks and her notebook.

“There, six canes for six of the best. That’s six from each cane,” she teased. “But first, I’m going to draw you.”

C sat on one of the camping chairs out of Ffion’s view. Ffion heard the pages open and the quiet scratch of pencil on paper. She started to speak.

“Shut up,” was C’s snappy response.

After what seemed like an age C appeared in front of Ffion and showed her the sketch. Beneath it she had written ‘The body I rejected for so long now excites me, arouses me, impassions me as I see it suffer. Limp cocked and writhing, I love it. She is my object, my toy that I give to my lover.’

“It hurts,” whimpered Ffion.

“I know my dear, it hurts,” replied C, “but this is how I love you now. I’m going for a glass of Prosecco, then I’ll be back with Jenny. “

She found the blindfold hood and covered Ffion’ head. Ffion heard a click and knew that C had turned a radio on. She turned up the volume and turned the tuning knob away from any station. Ffion could see nothing, could only hear deafening loud static. Her body was held in a stress position and her pain slowly increased. After an age she comforted herself by sobbing quietly.

C returned to the bower and Jenny poured her another glass of wine. She showed Jenny the sketch. They sat in the sun, chatting happily about the body C had left trussed up. They popped back into the outhouse to check occasionally to make sure Ffion was OK.

C asked Jenny, “How are you feeling about Ffion. Not just having a plaything, but having another person in your space, in your home.”

Jenny sat quietly thinking. She reached out to hold C’s hand.

“You don’t realise what a difference you’ve made to me. I’ve been rattling around in this old house for years, getting older, set in my ways, thinking that this would be it for the rest of my days. Then you turned up. You’re shy and insecure. I don’t know why you should be, because you’re lovely. But you’re full of life. You jumped into my world, a lonely lesbian and you seem to think I’m giving something to you. To my mind you’re giving so much to me. Just so much fun.”

Jenny continued, “You came with a past but instead of destroying your old relationship and carrying a burden of bitterness that so many women have, you decided to turn it into a game. And it’s fun. The sadism bit is great fun but in the longer term I can see so much pleasure ahead. Together we can crush any manliness out of Ffion and create something new. It’s such a weird project but I love it. My quiet old house has come alive. That’s what you’ve brought me. “

They kissed. Then, hand in hand, grinning wildly, they crept into the out house. They stood and watched, drinking in the pain they saw in front of them. It came as a shock when Ffion felt her knickers being rolled down off her bottom. The radio clicked off and C removed the hood.

“Does it still hurt?” teased C.

Ffion nodded and sobbed.

“I’ll tell you what’s going to happen,” Jenny began. “I’ll start with this belt until you have some good rosy cheeks. That will be the appetiser. The main event will be six of the best from each of my little ticklers that C selected.”

She gestured at the canes C had brought in. They each had different lengths, thickness and when she tested them some seemed more flexible than others.

Jenny continued, “C and I will select a winner from among the six which will be used for a grand finale. Is that clear?”

“Yes Miss Jenny,” whimpered Ffion.

C bent down and kissed Ffion’s lips.

“I’m getting excited already, just seeing you helpless with tears running down your cheeks, it’s just so sexy.”

She turned to Jenny gebze escort and, standing fully in Ffion’s view, kissed her passionately. She moved a chair to one side and sat, smiling at Ffion.

“Shall we begin?” she asked Jenny.

“I’ll be delighted, my dear,” was Jenny’s reply.

Jenny placed a hand on Ffion’s bare bottom.

“Let’s warm you up.”

She wrapped one end of a wide belt around her hand, leaving about two feet of belt swinging free. She planted herself in front of Ffion, showing her the belt, limbering up with a couple of swings into the air. Then she walked out of Ffion’s view and swung again, hitting the table with a loud thud.

“There, just getting the range.”

She stepped up and swung the belt repeatedly, landing blows on Ffion’s bum. She ignored the whimpering from the table as she strode to the other side of the table and repeated the exercise.

“There, what do you think C?” chuckled Jenny.

“That looks like a pair of rosy cheeks,” laughed C. “What would you like first? How about this one?”

C held up a short bamboo cane, a little over eighteen inches long, the thickness of a thumb. Jenny swished it through the air.

“Looks like a beginners model,” said Jenny.

She raised the stick and delivered the blows to each of Ffion’s buttocks in turn. Jenny and C looked at each other quizzically.

“Barely raised a whimper,” said C, a little disappointed. “Next?”

She handed Jenny a green split cane a metre long and the thickness of a pencil. Jenny flexed the stick and swished it in the air.

“This has a better feel to it, let’s see what Ffion thinks,” said Jenny.

She walked in front of Ffion, swishing the cane through the air, then stood to one side and laid the end of the cane gently on Ffion’s bare bottom. She gave a couple of taps then raised the cane and swung. The cane contacted flesh with a sharp crack which was followed by a scream.

“That’s more like it,” said C.

Jenny repeated twice more and the result was the same each time, a scream.

“Come and take a look, there’s quite a mark coming up. It takes a while but her bottom has the quite livid welts,” Jenny invited C.

C walked over to the table to inspect.

“Go on, three more then I might sketch it.”

Jenny delivered the blows to Ffion who cried out each time. She went to sit while C sketched.

“I love the marks you’ve left,” said C.

All the while Ffion was having for breath trying to compose herself. Jenny idly selected the next cane. Four feet of bamboo that tapered to a fine thin point. She flexed it in front of Ffion, taunting her.

“Look what’s coming next.”

C returned to her seat and encouraged Jenny to begin. Jenny strode to Ffion’s left and rested the cane on her bottom. She stroked gently on the welts left by the previous cane to Ffion’s obvious discomfort. She was laughing to herself before she raised the cane and swishing it down but stopping just short of contact. Ffion had grunted in a fearful anticipation. Jenny and C giggled. Still laughing Jenny raised the cane and dealt a firm blow. Ffion howled, more laughter. Jenny went back to gently tapping Ffion’s bum. Two more blows. More howls of anguish.

“I like this one, I think the thinness really digs in,” said Jenny. “It doesn’t take much effort to hurt her and it leaves such delicate marks.”

She prowled around the table then rested the cane on Ffion’s bum. Three quick fire blows, the last one having a deal of force behind it. Ffion’s cries were those of a beaten animal.

“I love that one,” said C, “Has to be a contender.”

C walked over to the table and crouched, face to face with Ffion. She tousled Ffion’s hair.

“You could leave. You know that. All that pain. You could avoid it. And the pain of seeing me with Jenny. Just say the word,” C told Ffion gently. “No more pain, no more humiliation, no more Ffion.”

Ffion shook her head. Jenny moved over a gently raised C toward her. They embraced.

Jenny began, “C, there’s something I’d like to ask you. I was unsure about asking you but the last two days have helped me decide. C, would you like to move in here, to stay with me?”

C looked shocked but happy.

“I would but what about Ffion?”

“That’s what helped me decide. I think it could work with the three of us. I can see that you still care about Ffion but I can also see that you’ll only have one lover and I’d like it to be me. So no messy divorce, no bitterness. We can be lovers and make each other so happy and we can both look after Ffion.”

“I love you Jenny,” said C, smiling through tears of joy. “I’d love to. I will. Yes.”

They kissed. C turned back to Ffion.

“Will you say yes too? Will you give me to Jenny? Will you be our Ffion?”

Despite the fire burning on her bottom and the pain racking her arms Ffion managed to smile and nod. The lovers kissed once more. When they parted C fetched the next cane. Around four feet of bamboo, the thickness of a thumb but with the last six inches split and splayed. When Jenny gave a practice swish the air hissed in the gaps. She delivered three blows to each buttock with a sharp crack over the course of five minutes, enjoying the fear she could sense during each delay. She inspected her work and slapped Ffion’s bum with a laugh.