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Perfect life.

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Wednesday. December 19th.
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Monique was standing in front of the mirror, making sure she looked ready for the evening. This morning Ron had asked her and the rest of the girls in the house, if any of them wanted to go to The Lair. Monique wasn’t particularly surprised when everyone wanted to go.
So that was the reason she was dressing up in an outfit consisting of skintight olive green latex pants, an emerald green west top, a pair of dark green high heal cowboy boots and a matching cowboy hat.
Smiling, she put on a pair of gold bracelets, a gold locker and a pair of rather large gold crucifixes. It may have been a bit over the top but that was just her personality. If she was going out, she didn’t see a reason to be discreet.
Truth was that she was glad to get out of the house and into public for a while. As a matter of fact she had mixed feelings about staying at the house. Oh everyone was friendly enough, she enjoyed their company immensely. To top it of, she dined well and there was rarely a stressed or bored moment.
If anything, it was the sex. At one time it was sweet and passionate, but at others it left her feeling violated. Despite this, she had never slept with anyone in the house without it feeling good. She just felt like she had gone to far half the time.
An example of it was just this morning. She had woken up in Bonnie’s arms, funny how she could remember falling asleep with Kim, her hands tied behind her back. In retrospective, she didn’t quite understand why she hadn’t been scared, or just nervous. Perhaps it was because the brunet was nipping at her nipples or maybe it was simply because it was something you more or less had to expect when living in Ron’s house.
Despite the lack of use of her hand, the foreplay had been wonderful. Bonnie really was an incredible lover. Then the brunet had hit her. Placing herself between Monique’s legs, she had lifted her legs up on her shoulder and had started hitting Monique’s vagina with a flat hand.
Monique, of cause, had cried out in shock and pain, but Bonnie had just reached out and caressed the side of the African-American’s face, apparently not realizing, or at least not caring, that in doing so she brought Monique’s legs into an uncomfortable position. Telling her that it would soon be alright, Bonnie had struck four more times. No one had reacted to Monique’s cries of pain.
Once the punishment was over, the pleasure came. If you could truly call it pleasure. Bonnie had let Monique’s legs down and had started licking on her sex. Oh it had felt good. No doubt about that. But her abused labia had been so tender that it felt like her entire sex was on fire. Therefore Monique had whimpered the entire way to an earth shattering orgasm.
And in that lay the problem. To live in the house, meant to experience painful encounters, but it was always followed up with an orgasm so good that it shouldn’t be possible to experience it.
To top it all of, Bonnie had laid down behind her and wrapped her arms around Monique’s, still tied, body and had started whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Things like how wonderful she was, how smooth her skin felt and how much Bonnie desired her. Monique hadn’t felt this loved since before she left for Paris.
Basically that was it. She loved it and she hated it. She just couldn’t decide which part won out. She was hoping that tonight would give her a breather or at least put things into perspective.
Deciding that this was it, that it was time to go, she grabbed her leather jacket, walked out of the room and headed downstairs. The first one she spotted was Ron. He was looking rather dashing with his tight black shirt and leather pants. He had a leather jacket hanging over his shoulder and was smiling at her.
Smiling back, she started down the stairs. As she noted that everybody was watching her, she forced herself to continue walking. Wondering if this was how a bride felt while walking down the isle.
She quickly looked over the three girls standing at the bottom of the stairs. Su looked cute in her yellow leather dress with the corset top and high healed shoes. She was already wearing a short patent leather jacket. Kim was wearing a red body stocking, gloves and high healed knee high boots with a long leather coat covering her. Bonnie on the other hand, didn’t seem to realize that it was snowing outside. Her entire outfit was made from patent leather. The shoes, the hot pants and the crop top that showed so much cleavage that she would be arrested for wearing it in most American cities. The only things not made from this specific material, was her fishnet stockings, her wrist bands and her long leather coat.
Despite what ever you could say about the brunets choice in clothes, Monique had to admire her courage, not to mention that drop dead gorgeous body she had. She actually felt exited about going out with this woman. Hell she felt excited about going out with all of them.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she smiled widely.

“Okay let’s go.”

To her surprise Kim shook her head.

“Not like that you’re not.”

Monique frowned and held out her arms.

“What’s wrong with this? Not skimpy enough for you?”

Kim grinned.

“Now that you mention it, but that wasn’t what I meant.”

Monique’s eyes widened as Kim held up a strip of dark green leather.

“Oh hell no! I am not wearing a collar like some common dog.”

Looking around, she realized that all the others, with the exception of Ron, were wearing leather collars. She was surprised she hadn’t noticed them before. Perhaps it was because they matched their clothes so well.
Kim pouted.

“Oh come on Monique. It’s compulsory dress code.”

She groaned.

“Drop it Kim. I’ve been to The Lair before, without a collar. I had no problem getting in.”

The redhead smiled sweetly.

“You misunderstand Mon. it’s compulsory for ladies of this house.”

Monique shook her head vehemently.

“Not on my life. I do have my pride.”

Kim sighed and shook her head. Looking at Su, she shrugged.

“I tried.”

Su nodded and looked remarkably rejected. Monique frowned.

“What are you two talking about?”

Su shrugged.

“It’s just that I wanted us to go as a group. As people in a relationship.”

She spread out her arms.

“Look at us. Different colors, different type of outfits. But the collars would link us together.”

Monique felt her heart break as she saw that look in Su’s eyes. Sighing she nodded.

“Fine!”

Both Kim, Su and Bonnie lit up in smiles and Kim handed her the collar. Monique shook her head.

“No. you might as well put it on me. That’s what you want anyway.”

Kim grinned and leaned forward, capturing Monique’s lips in a quick kiss. Monique returned it, figuring she might as well enjoy it. She then removed the necklace, stretched her neck as far as she could and lifted up her hair to give Kim as much access as she could.
The redhead didn’t waist any time, but she didn’t rush it either. Monique winched slightly as the collar tightened a bit around her neck. I would be the first time she wore one of these and it actually unnerved her quite a bit.

“There. Now you look as pretty as the rest of us. But those bracelets have to go.”

Monique looked at her.

“Why? What is wrong with those?”

Kim gestured towards Su and Bonnie.

“Do you see anybody else wearing bracelets?”

Monique nodded.

“Yeah. Bonnie is.”

The brunet looked confused. Then she smirked and held up her hands, showing the small chains fastened to them.

“These aren’t bracelets. These are cuffs. If you want to, I’m sure we can fit you for a pair as well.”

Monique raised an eyebrow.

“I think I’ll pass. But why are you wearing them to begin with?”

Bonnie smirked.

“Kim and I are going to play a little game tonight. Basically I won’t be using my hands for anything, so I’ll be dependent on Kim.”

Monique rolled her eyes.

“That’s going to be wonderful if you need to use the restroom.”

Bonnie actually blushed when hearing that. Kim grinned.

“Okay. I’ll chain up Bonnie and we’ll be ready to go.”

Ron, who had remained silent until now, looked her over.

“Not yet were not. Nikki just needs one more peace of accessory.”

Monique groaned.

“I said that I wasn’t wearing any cuffs.”

Ron walked past her and patted her butt on the way.

“Relax. No one is going to tie you up tonight.”

He then strode down the hall and into his office. Monique waited for his return with some foreboding, not knowing what he had in mind. Luckily the sight of Kim feeling up Bonnie, now that the brunet couldn’t use her hands anymore, was rather distracting.
In fact that was Monique’s life right now. She didn’t want to be tied up, yet she wanted nothing more then to be in Bonnie’s shoes at the moment. It was a contradiction that Monique simply couldn’t find an answer to.
Ron returned two minutes later, carrying a belt and a whip, that wouldn’t seem out of place in an Indiana Jones movie. He walked over to her and gave her a smile.

“Turn around Nikki.”

There was something slightly commanding in his voice and since she couldn’t believe that he would actually start using it on her right here and now, she did as he said and turned around.
Ron fastened the belt around her waist and placed the whip in a snap hook on her right side. Then he gently rubbed her butt and took a step back.
Monique sighed and turned around.

“And this is necessary because?”

Ron gave her a patronizing look. A look he normally reserved for people who had just said something insanely stupid, even by his standards.

“I might not be an expert in fashion, but I do know what works around The Lair. Believe me, you can’t wear cowboy boots and a cowboy hat without either a rope or a whip.”

Monique had to admit that there was a certain merit to what he was saying. It did made her outfit more thorough.
She suddenly noted Kim looking at her earrings.

“Any more complaints?”

To tell the truth, she was quite frankly becoming annoyed with all the critic.
Kim shook her head.

“Nah. I was just admiring those crucifixes.”

She turned to Ron.

“What do you think Ronnie? Would they look good on me?”

He chuckled.

“I don’t know Kim. But I think they would make the ‘innocent catholic schoolgirl’ routine a little difficult. Don’t you think?”

Kim laughed and spread out her arms.

“I think that train kind of left the station a while back.”

Turning around again, the redhead finally said what Monique had been waiting for since she came down the stairs.

“Okay. Let’s go partying.”

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Kim led Bonnie into The Lair, while Ron walked in behind her with an arm nestled securely around Su and Monique. As always the redhead was bordering on being giddy when walking in here. It was a world without judgment and it was something she felt the world needed.
As they reached the wardrobe, they deposited their coats and jackets. The girl who stood here was as always dressed in a fitting way for the club she worked in and wore a smile that was genuine friendly. Despite the fact that Kim had never encountered her outside of The Lair, she still liked the girl, or woman since she had to be twenty-one to work there, immensely.
Smiling Kim wished her a good evening. The woman nodded back.

“Good evening. I see your numbers increase.”

Kim grinned.

“Yes. It seems that your dear employer has a tendency to fine beautiful woman under every rock and log.”

That made the woman laugh. She stopped however when she got a better look at Monique.

“Oh you’re back with Mr. Stoppable.”

Monique shrugged and answered.

“Yes. I would seem like it.”

Kim was stunned. Swinging around, she looked hard at Monique.

“So you are the African American he was humping when he opened this club.”

Monique grinned.

“Yeah. And he was doing it good.”

Her eyes suddenly turned as hard as Kim’s was.

“Properly something to do with his girlfriend leaving him.”

Kim blushed and looked away. She didn’t quite get it herself. Right now Ron slept with several girls and she was okay with that, but the year they had been separated she was quite insecure about. Hell, she was downright jealous of any girl he had been with in that time.
Ron stepped in between the two.

“Ladies, ladies. No reason for hostilities. We are all here together after all.”

Monique nodded.

“I know. But no one is going to fault me for sleeping with a free man.”

Kim sighed and looked at her friend.

“I know what you’re saying Mon. I’m sorry.”

Monique shrugged.

“It’s alright girl. You don’t have green eyes for nothing.”

Kim’s eyes widened for a moment, then she glared at her.

“I’ll get you for that.”

Monique walked past her, laughing her head off. Kim was about to reach out for her, but Ron intercepted.

“Easy Kim. Easy.”

She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. When she finally opened her eyes, she managed a smile.

“I’m calm now Ronnie. Don’t worry. But I’m so still going to spank her.”

Ron chuckled.

“Perhaps Kim. But that has got to wait until she is ready for it.”

Kim nodded, turned towards Bonnie and began guiding her further into the nightclub. A moment later she could hear that Ron and Su had joined them.
They caught up to Monique at the end of the corridor. She was standing up against the wall with her arms crossed over her stomach in a way that lifted up her breasts. Kim had to admit that it was difficult taking her eyes off of them.

“Hey. What took you so long?”

Kim smirked.

“We forgot to pack our running shoes.”

Monique grinned and turned around towards the door into the main club. Pushing them open the African American enthusiastically yelled.

“Party time”

Kim looked at Bonnie who just shrugged. Grinning and shaking her head the redhead led her girlfriend inside.
The five of them soon found a table in a corner of the club and after Ron had gotten their drinks they leaned back and enjoyed the atmosphere. Of cause, Kim wasn’t one to stay seated for long. She grabbed Bonnie and pulled her out on the dance floor.
To dance with a girl who was robbed of the use of her arms, was a somewhat different experience. It meant that Kim had a first class chance to feel her girlfriend up, without her being able to do anything about it. It was right up Kim’s alley,
One moment Kim would keep Bonnie at arms length and the next she would rub herself up and down the brunet. Basically she was enjoying the changes of expression in the brunets face. The shift between longing and ecstasy was wonderful.
As Kim realized that the song was coming to an end, she moved close to Bonnie and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Pulling it, she listened to the girl’s painful gasp.

“You are so gorgeous Bonnie. I’ll never get tired of looking at you.”

Whatever answer she wanted to give, was strangled as Kim pressed her lips against hers and kissed her.
Breaking the kiss, Kim turned Bonnie around without a word and slapped her butt hard.

“Move Bonbon. I’m getting thirsty.”

Bonnie let out a hiss.

“Alright, alright. I’m going already.”

Kim grinned and hurried up so she was walking besides her girlfriend and placed a hand on her butt to guide her. Leaning in closer, so she could easier be heard by Bonnie, she spoke.

“Wonder what would have happened if we had walked down the halls of Middleton high like this.”

Bonnie chuckled.

“We wouldn’t have gotten out of detention yet.”

That made Kim laugh. Bonnie might have exaggerated a bit, but considering the way Barkin reacted the last time he saw them, she properly wasn’t far off.
Together they arrived at the table where their lovers were sitting. Kim couldn’t help but smile at what she saw. Su was sitting on Ron’s lap and was making out with Monique who was sitting next to them. From the look on Ron’s face, he was enjoying the show quite much.
Sitting down across from the table, Kim grinned.

“I’m glad you two are enjoying yourselves.”

Su looked at her with a smile.

“Oh yes. But isn’t that the idea about going out?”

Kim couldn’t argue with that, so she simply smiled and lifted Bonnie’s drink to the brunet’s mouth. Bonnie smiled and took a sip through the straw. Kim decided that Bonnie would spend the rest of the evening drinking like this.
She leaned in across the table and caught Monique’s attention. Beaconing for her to lean forward, Kim kissed her on the mouth. The kiss was long and sweet and held it for almost a minute before breaking it.

“I’m glad you find things comfortable around here.”

Monique smirked.

“I’ve been here before. Besides, they don’t have the same worries in France. If I want to kiss my girlfriend in public, people won’t care.”

Kim nodded, deciding to convince Ron to take them to France during a vacation. With a smile she spoke once more.

“Then I guess you have already been down stairs?”

Monique’s eyes narrowed.

“No! Although I know what’s going on down their. Thank you very much.”

Ron broke in to the conversation.

“Oh come on Nikki. You can’t just stay up here when the rest of us go down. It’s rude.”

Monique groaned.

“But I don’t do those things.”

Kim spotted a sudden glimmer of hope show up in the girls eyes.

“Besides, you have to be a member to get in.”

Kim groaned and was about to tell Monique that Ron could fix that. He beat her to it though.

“You don’t have to participate. Just watch. As for being a member. Well you have been one since the club opened. In fact you were the second to become a member.”

Monique glared at him before she crossed her arms in a disgruntled fashion.

“Okay I’ll come with you.”

Ron smiled and began trailing kisses down her neck. Monique let out a sigh and her disgruntled expression turned to one of pleased satisfaction. Kim grinned. Monique might be a bit difficult at times, but it was basically the same things, as Kim and the others, that made her tick. Namely care and attention. As far as Kim was concerned, Monique was far from being a lost cause to their relationship.
The next couple of hour or so they sat around the table, chatting and making out. The only time the group broke up was when two, or three, of them went dancing or someone went for drinks or bathroom breaks.
Finally Kim decided it was time to move the party. Running a finger up the naked part of Bonnie’s spine, she got up.

“Let’s head down to the cells. Are you coming lover?”

Kim said the last part was directed towards Bonnie. Then Kim snapped her fingers.

“Oh how stupid of me. Of cause you’ll come along. You don’t have a choice.”

She grinned as she spotted Bonnie shiver. Of cause, the slight blush that spread across the brunet’s cheek only made her grin grow even wider. Bonnie just looked so cute when she blushed.
Ron stood up as well.

“Okay girls. Last one of you to reach the stairs gets a spanking from yours truly.”

Both Su and Bonnie scrambled to there feet and began moving towards the stairs to the cellar. Kim was about to say something, when Monique opened her mouth.

“You are really not used to people defying you. Are you?”

Ron grinned at the African American.

“It’s all a question about asking the right way.”

Monique groaned but didn’t say anything more.
Kim pouted.

“Ronnie. I was supposed to handle Bonnie tonight. How can I do that if you undermine me.”

Kim knew she was whining, but that was what she wanted to do at that moment. It was all part of their game.
Ron placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Sorry Kim. I’ll make it up to you.”

Kim smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, before turning around to follow her girlfriends.

“”Yes! Score one for the redhead.””

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Monique looked nervously around the room. She had known about this part of the club, but she had never sat foot in the place before. It both scared her and exited her. It seemed that no matter what happened Monique would be divided in two parts.
She watched as Bonnie was un-cuffed and placed in a pillory. Slowly Kim started running the tip of a riding crop across the brunet’s thigh, before finally striking her on her butt. Bonnie cried out. Before being placed in the old fashioned device, her hot pants had been stripped of her, showing a pair of latex panties that pretty much covered her entire lower torso.
Kim sighed.

“All those times I told you to wear panties in public and it amounts to this? Normally I would say it was overkill, but knowing you, it is properly just another attempt to get me riled up. Guess what…”

Kim struck Bonnie’s butt three times in rapid succession before continuing.

“It worked.”

Monique stared in fascination as Bonnie was punished for no apparent reason. She felt a certain satisfaction about it though. This morning it had been Bonnie who was hitting her and now the brunet got a taste of her own medicine. To Monique’s surprise, she could actually feel a growing dampness in her lover part.

“”Is this actually turning me on?””

A pair of hands suddenly snaked around her from behind and a soft voice filled her ear.

“You like what you see?”

Monique nodded slowly. Yes, although she hated to admit to it, she did like what she saw.
One of Ron’s hands found its way to her right breast, why the other hand slipped down to cover her latex covered sex, causing Monique to let out a shivering sigh.
He began rubbing her lap and every time Kim struck Bonnie, Ron would twist Monique’s nipple. She was surprised how fast she got in to that treatment, but she soon found that she liked it. Apparently a moderate amount of pain was okay, even for her.
The blond continued.

“That’s good. I heard you scream this morning, saw you cry at the breakfast table. It was Bonnie who was playing rough. Wasn’t it?”

Again Monique nodded. Ron’s voice was a little firmer when he continued.

“Now its time to get even. Your time to teach her who is in command.”

Ron pushed her forcefully towards the pillory, but kept a firm hold of her so she wouldn’t loose her balance. When they stood next to the redhead, who was obviously enjoying herself, Ron reached out his right hand, while he kept a firm grip on Monique’s arm with the other.

“Kim?”

The girl looked at Ron with disappointment in her face, but then she smiled and handed over the crop. Monique was a bit nervous as she watched Kim walk over to and behind the apparently exited Su and started feeling her up. Her gaze however was soon fixed on Monique.
Monique herself suddenly had other things to worry about, as she felt Ron push the crop in to her hand.

“Hold on to this Nikki. It could very well be your key to Nirvana.”

He took a firm grip on Monique’s hand and forced her to squeeze the handle more thoroughly then the light grip she had a moment before. He then guided her hand so the crop rested gently against Bonnie’s butt.
His voice was soft yet firm, as he began speaking into her ear.

“Let her feel it first. The trepidation, the Knowledge that you have the power to bring pain or pleasure to her. Right know you are her mistress and she is the one who must submit to your every whim. But make sure that she understands it. There is no place for hesitation.”

Monique was stiff as a board as Ron made her hand strike at Bonnie. The brunet let out a pained gasp but said nothing more.

“”What is wrong with her? Why doesn’t she scream? Why doesn’t she yell at me to stop?””

Ron made her strike Bonnie three more times before he moved the crop towards Bonnie’s back.

“And now you show her how much you care for her.”

Monique looked on in fascination as Ron guided her hand in a way that made the tip of the crop gently caressed the brunet’s back. Suddenly her hand was moved with speed and she realized that the crop had just hit Bonnie’s butt forcefully.

“Of cause. You don’t want to spoil the little brat. She did hit you just this morning and now she must be taught the errors of her way.”

Ron got her started on a slow and punishing rhythm where she rained strikes down over one butt cheek and then the other. She couldn’t believe how much this turned her on. This really was good.
The spanking didn’t even stop as Ron spoke into her ear.

“Oh someone seems to be getting good at this.”

That made her stop. Somewhere along the line Ron had let go of her hand. Bonnie was a whimpering wreck and it was do to her actions, not Ron’s. It made her feel sick.

“Excuse me.”

She dropped the crop, pulled herself free of Ron’s grip and rushed out of the cell.
She was shivering as she made it through the hallway towards the stairs leading up to the main club. As she ran up them she contemplated going to the bathroom to hide, but thought against it. Ron owned the club. It wouldn’t be difficult getting one of the employees to keep watch as he went to fetch one of the other girls in the relationship, if you could call beating each other to a pulp for a relationship.
Therefore she ran all the way through the club, down the hall to the main entrance and out into the freezing December night.
She stood up against the wall, trying to rub some warmth into her arms, cursing the impulse to leave the club without her jacket.

“Monique?”

The African American swung around, startled by the sudden voice behind her. Seeing who it was, she glared at the blond who had followed her.

“Stay back Ron! This is your fault. I should never have let you talk me into moving in with you guys in the first place.”

She thought she saw a slightly hurt look in his eyes. One thing was certain, he wasn’t looking goofy. Leaning up against the wall, he looked at her.

“We moved to fast, didn’t we?”

Monique looked surprised. That wasn’t what she had expected to hear.
Ron continued.

“Sorry Nikki. I guess you deserve an explanation.”

She shrugged.

“That would be nice.”

She was starting to believe that something was going on behind her back. Ron ran a hand across his eyes. Monique figured it was to help gather his thoughts.

“Basically we have been setting you up for the last week. I know you as a wild girl, one that is always ready to take the plunge, but this time you were surprisingly reluctant. I thought you would taw up in a week or so. After all, you never complained about being tied up.”

Monique was about to speak up, but Ron stopped her.

“Now I know that’s not the same, but I hoped it was something we could build on.”

She moved her hands to her hips and glared at him.

“Ever occur to you that I didn’t get of by being beaten until I start bleeding?”

Ron laughed at that. The bastard actually laughed.

“Now that’s what I call an exaggeration Nikki. Bloodletting is hardly the norm in the house. That said, no. I never thought that would be where you got your kicks from, but Kim wanted to test it. I remember before you went to Paris, when you and I were together.”

Monique smiled slightly at the memories that brought out.

“Do you remember all those times were you would scratch me with those claws of yours doing intercourse? I let you do it because I didn’t mind and I could see how much it turned you on.”

Ron paused shortly, which allowed Monique time to remember those times.

“They say that inside every masochist hides a sadist and vice versa. My experience tells me that that is not always the case, but mostly it is. It is just a question about finding out where people are on the scale. Su is in the masochistic end of it, so is Bonnie, although a little further towards the middle, since she seems to enjoy inflicting pain on her lovers more than Su does.”

Monique nodded. She could certainly vouch for that part.

“Kim on the other hand is somewhere right in the middle of the scale. Personally I believe that is what makes her such an accomplished combatant. The pain doesn’t hamper her. It only makes her blood flow faster. Not to mention when inflicting damage on her opponent. That could almost bring her to ecstasy.”

She could believe that. If anyone should now that better than Ron, who had seen her fight more than anyone, it would be Shego who had been in the receiving end of Kim’s blows more times than anybody else.

“As for me. I properly used to be somewhat of a masochist, something that helped me through high school, but when Kim dumped me, I think I reached a point where I started moving further and further towards the sadistic end of the scale. Combine that with the control issues I developed and I became a rather scaring guy, you know? Anyway Monique, you are a sadist. You do seem to have a certain capacity towards enjoying pain, but it is inflicting it that makes you hot. I suspected it all along but tonight I got my proof.”

Monique had never been the most patient person and since her teeth was beginning to clatter; she wanted him to speed this up. Of cause, that didn’t mean that she didn’t want to hear about his so called proof.

“And what brought you to that conclusion?”

Ron smirked and gestured towards her.

“You should have seen yourself as you were spanking Bonnie. The smile on your face, the way your breath became fast and excited and how you put so much force behind it. Basically I bet that you have never felt anything so exhilarating.”

Monique shuttered, and it wasn’t just the cold. Ron was right. For a moment in there, she never wanted it to end.
Feeling that that point was done with, but not quite ready to give up, she pouched on something Ron had said earlier.

“You said you guys set me up. What did you mean by that?”

Ron raised an eyebrow.

“Come on Nikki. Don’t tell me you didn’t figure it out.”

He walked over and put his arms around her. Monique wasn’t sure she wanted personal contact just yet, but she was cold and Ron was a source for warmth.
He continued.

“Didn’t you find it odd that Kim would give you such a thorough round of her hobby room and practically brag about all her whips, canes, paddles and crops? Then there was the rough treatment Kim gave you the other night, not to mention what Bonnie did to you this morning. They wanted you to get riled up and Bonnie volunteered to be the one that you would concentrate on.”

Monique swallowed. So Bonnie had basically mistreated Monique this morning to get her to hate her enough to hit her in the evening.

“Then when we were leaving Kim and Su talked you in to using that collar. You actually think that wasn’t planed? Kim knew that the one person who could convince you if she, your best friend in high school, couldn’t would be the girl who had fallen in love with you.”

Monique felt her hart starting to break.

“Are you telling me that Su just said that she loved me to manipulate me?”

Ron’s grip on her became much tighter.

“No! Of cause not. Su may have been a part of manipulating you, but as far as I know she never lied to you.”

Monique sighed with relief, but she wasn’t satisfied just yet.

“But she still manipulated me and for what? A damn collar?”

Ron loosened his grip slightly.

“No Nikki. That was more than a collar. It was a sign that you were like the others. Don’t you get it? They like you. I love you. We just want you to fit in. I’m sorry if we have been too aggressive, but why would we go to all this trouble for a girl we didn’t care for?”

She sighed. In an odd twisted way, this actually made sense. Sighing she returned the hug.

“Ron? I’m scared. It felt so good spanking Bonnie, that I just couldn’t stop. If you hadn’t reminded me of what I was doing, I would still be down there punishing her. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.”

Ron gently hushed her.

“Easy Nikki. Your not alone. You will get plenty of supervised practice on Bonnie before you get to go solo. Who knows? If you are a good student, I might even let you practice on Kim.”

Monique grinned.

“Me likes! I’ll make her butt as red as her hair.”

She gasped as she realized what she had just said. Ron chuckled.

“That’s the spirit my little sadist. Now, let’s go back inside. It’s freezing out here.”

Monique couldn’t argue with that, so she walked with him inside.
Standing at the wardrobe, Monique found the three girls she was starting to think of as both lovers and girlfriends. They were already wearing their coats and jackets and had managed to get her and Ron’s as well.
Kim smiled as she saw them.

“Hey you two. We figured it was time to leave.”

Fixing a soft look on Monique, she continued.

“Are you alright Mon.”

Monique smiled back.

“Yeah. I’m alright. What about you Bonnie. I wasn’t to hard on you?”

The brunet shook her head.

“Nah. I’ve had worse from Kimmie.”

Monique sighed relived.

“I’m glad to hear that, because Ron promised that I could practice on you. Oh and you to Kim.”

Kim’s smile disappeared and she looked at Ron with a pout.

“Ronny! How could you? You know this ass of mine only belongs to you.”

The redhead was whining. There simply wasn’t any other way to describe it.
Ron shrugged.

“Sorry Kim. I got a little carried away. But now that I made the promise, I got to keep it.”

The scene made Su laugh and that made Kim’s crestfallen look turn into a deadly glare.

“Watch it Cutie. I can still beat some sense into you.”

That made Su shut up and she began staring down at her shuffling feet. A few days ago, Monique would probably have tried to talk Kim out of punishing the girl. Now she simply laughed along with Ron and Bonnie.

“”Looks like I found that perspective I was looking for.””

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Thursday. December 20th.
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Kim was sleeping soundly, with her arms around Bonnie, when someone began shaking her awake. Grumbling she began waking up and was about to ask what the fuck was going on. She always tended to get profane when someone woke her up prematurely. Something that had given her problems with her parents in the past. They really didn’t enjoy it when their children cursed.
She was stopped from saying anything, as a finger was placed on her lips.

“Hush Kim. It’s only me.”

The voice was a whisper, so she had to open her eyes to find out who it was. To her surprise it was Monique.

“What do you want?”

She managed to mumble it out, but she couldn’t hide her annoyance. Monique started pulling her out of the bed. Carefully for some reason and an instinct in Kim’s mind told her that something was going on.

“Please Kimmie. I just want to get even with Bonnie.”

Kim’s drowsiness disappeared and a smile crept up on her lips. This could be good. She slipped out of bed and gave Monique a kiss on the cheek.

“Have fun.”

Leaving the room and the smirking African American behind, she wondered shortly whether or not to stay and watch, or go find someone in a warm bed.

“”What am I thinking? We are supposed to keep an eye on Mon until she is ready to stand on her own two feet.””

Figuring that was as good an excuse for a bit of voyeurism as anything else, she hid herself at the door and peaked into the room.
There she saw Monique remove the long satin robe she had been wearing, showing of a nice emerald green latex body stocking. Kim nodded in recognition. Apparently Monique had put some effort into this. When the African American pulled out a pair of leather padded handcuffs, Kim licked her lips. This really started to show promise.
Monique then gently lay down next to Bonnie and, without waking the brunet, applied the handcuffs. Smiling evilly, Monique began to administer small movements on Bonnie’s sex. The girl had gone to bed without wearing anything, which was more or less the norm around the house, so Monique had no problems gaining access to her neck, something Monique took advantage of by licking the brunet slowly.
This combined with the moans the brunet was uttering in her sleep, made Kim all hot and bothered. Therefore she slipped her hand down to her sex and began fingering herself.
Kim gasped as she witnessed what happened to Bonnie next. Monique bit down hard on her preys exposed neck, causing the brunet to awaken with a cry. She actually felt her hips make an involuntary thrust down on her finger by that sound.

“”Shit. I’m really a sadistic bitch.””

Kim grinned at that thought. It was hardly a new idea and she had learned to live with it months ago.
On the bed Bonnie was panting from the shock and pain. Obviously she was trying to get her bearings after her violent wake-up call.

“What’s going on?”

There was a hint of panic in the brunet’s voice and Monique began talking soothingly into her ear.

“Relax lovely. I’m only giving you what you have coming. So be a good little bitch and try not piss me off anymore than I’m already am.”

Bonnie whimpered but didn’t say anything else. Kim smiled proudly. Monique really knew what to say.
Bonnie let out a long painful moan, as the African American sadist pressed her long strong nails into her hip. The sight made Kim bite her lower lip to keep a loud moan from escaping. By now her hand was working with feverish speed in order of satisfying the burning desire that was nestled inside her sex. Despite the slight chill of the house, she wasn’t regretting staying behind to watch this delicious torture session.
Monique suddenly winked in Kim’s direction. The redhead was surprised when she realized that her friend had known she was there all the time. She swallowed.

“”And she didn’t want anybody watching her.””

It was one hell of a change in just two weeks and not only that. Monique was actually putting on a show for her. Shaking her head, she focused on how the African American lifted one of Bonnie’s legs in the air. Since the girl was lying on her side, it offered Kim a first class view of her sex. She saw how Monique slipped a pair of fingers into Bonnie’s shaved sex and started moving them in a slow and gentle manner. Just the way the brunet hated it.

“Faster! Please go faster.”

Bonnie was pleading for her orgasm. Kim actually thought it was cute to see her lover in this predicament.
The brunet cried out when Monique bit down on her earlobe.

“Be quiet Bonbon. What ever gave you the idea that you have anything to say in this?”

Her whimper brought goose bumps out on Kim’s arms. That was how much this delighted her. She decided that Ron was right. Monique didn’t have any experience in being a sadist, but she did have the instincts. To Kim, that meant that her dark skinned friend had something to work with and Kim would be glad to help her out.
Her mood faltered a bit when she realized that Ron had promised Monique the use of Kim’s butt for practice. She still didn’t quite know what to think about that.
A cry from Bonnie made Kim focus on the session in front of her once more. Monique had rolled her prey on to her stomach, so Monique was now lying on top of Bonnie’s back, and had buried all ten fingernails into the brunets butt cheeks. She was now slowly licking the nape of Bonnie’s neck. Kim wished she was taping this. She doubted that Ron would believe her if she told her about the treatment Bonnie received this morning.
Bonnie whimpered slightly as Monique released her, leaving deep marks in the brunets butt, and sat up on her knees.

“You are so proud of your butt, aren’t you? Strutting it around like some whore. Well, as is so often the case, your pride shall be your downfall.”

Kim listened attentively. Monique’s speech showed promise, whether or not it was good, would be shown in Monique’s future actions.
The African American moved around a bit, obviously calculating where she should place herself. Kim frowned at this show of indecisiveness and her finger began moving slower. Finally Monique seemed to have found the right position, because she leaned forward and kissed Bonnie’s anus.
Kim’s finger picked up pace again, as Monique began licking that area with slow gentle strokes. She was showing Bonnie that she cared. It was a sure sign that Monique had gotten the idea about the game.
Monique slowly moved her tongue away from the brunet’s anus and began licking at the nail mark on Bonnie’s butt. Kim could see Bonnie slowly relax. She knew it was impossible for a human being to stay tense for a prolonged time and it was something that an experienced sadist could use to his or hers advantage.
Just before Bonnie was complete relaxed, something that Kim decided was a clear show of amateurish inpatients that needed to be dealt with, Monique bit down on the brunets butt cheek. Bonnie let out a loud cry at the treatment. It turned into a whimper as Monique began licking it.
It continued like this for a while, before Monique shifted to the other butt cheek and bit down just as hard. Kim’s fingers were going a mile a minute at this time. Sure there was fault’s and mistakes brought on by lack of experience, but still, it was good. She reached her climax just as Bonnie cried out for the eighth time. Her knees buckled and Kim soon found herself kneeling on the floor. But despite this, her fingers continued their work on their own accord.
As Kim finally pulled herself back together, she saw that Monique had started to lick Bonnie’s sex, making the sniffing brunet moan. At first the licks were slow and gentle, but soon they picked up in speed.
Kim gathered herself up off the floor and despite her weak knees she still managed to keep standing while Monique brought Bonnie to her climax.
As Bonnie slowly got down from her high, Monique slipped down on the bed besides the brunet and started messaging her breast.

“There you go Bonbon. Remember that the part of your body you take the most pride in, is the part that can give you the most pain. Next time we will work on these.”

Bonnie whimpered as the African American squeezed her breast hard. Kim smiled at what she figured was the end of the show. It was time to leave.

“”Just give me two months. Two months and Mon is going to be a first class dominatrix. She is going to make Su so happy.””

With that thought, Kim turned around and left for the kitchen. The others were bound to be up by now. The only detour she made was to pick up a robe. It really was getting to cold to walk around naked.

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Su enjoyed the quiet of the practically empty kitchen. Except for her, nobody was in the room. She was humming lovely while making breakfast. Even though she knew her way around a kitchen, she was no where nearly as skilled in the art of cooking as Bonnie was. Not that she minded that. No one in the house could measure up to her thoroughness when it concerned cleaning. That said Su had always believed that you didn’t need to be good at something in order to enjoy it.
The peaceful atmosphere was broken when an upbeat redhead came bouncing into the kitchen.

“Good morning Su. Slept well tonight?”

Su smiled as Kim sat down at the table.

“Oh yes. I was so tired that I could have slept on a rock. Sleeping in Ron and Monique’s arms is easy.”

She sighed dreamily.

“Especially after they had taken real good care of me.”

Kim giggled. Her smile was so wide that Su was afraid that she would pull a muscle or something.

“Okay Kim. What are you so happy about? Bonnie licked you awake again?”

Kim shook her head.

“Oh no, not this morning. But I did get a rather interesting show after I woke up. Apparently Monique decided to give her sadistic side a little trial run and Bonnie was the test subject.”

Su whistled. She wished she had been there to see it. Shrugging off her disappointment, figuring that Bonnie would tell her everything that happened later, she went back to cooking.
About ten minutes after Kim had arrived, Monique walked in. she was, if possible, even more upbeat than Kim had been.

“Morning Su, Kim. It’s a beautiful morning isn’t it?”

Su looked on as Kim got up and walked over to the African American. Before Monique could react, Kim had practically forced the black skinned girl up against the wall.

“Oh yes Mon. a beautiful morning indeed.”

She then leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth. Su chuckled slightly. It was good to see that Monique finally seemed to have settled in to the house. She certainly hadn’t bothered closing her robe, showing of the green body stocking that Su knew she hadn’t been wearing to bed last night. Deciding to keep watching, she checked the food and realized that she didn’t have to worry about it for another five to ten minutes.
As the kiss broke Su heard Monique’s voice.

“I take it you liked the show?”

Kim nodded and responded.

“Oh yes. I liked it very much.”

Su picked up the slightly nervous look in Monique’s eyes.

“I didn’t go too far, did I.”

Kim shook her head.

“No you didn’t. First of all, Bonnie didn’t use the safe word. Second, you made sure to reward her properly. All in all you did fine. However, there were a couple of amateurish mistakes that we need to address later today, but for you first time, I’ll say it was pretty good.”

Monique smiled. She looked slightly embarrassed.

“Thanks Kim. Ron gave me a few pointers last night and I thought I would try them out on Bonnie while they were still fresh in my mind. Glad you liked what you saw.”

Kim giggled and the sound made Su tense. There was a slightly manic quality to the sound that, in Su’s experience didn’t bode well.
Kim leaned even closer to Monique and when she spoke her voice was so low that Su had to strain her hearing to hear what was said.

“But tell me Mon. did you get off as well?”

Monique shook her head lightly.

“No. I kind of got carried away. I completely forgot.”

Kim sighed.

“Hardly surprising I guess. Oh well, nothing that can’t be fixed.”

The African American gasped as Kim reached down and cupped her sex. She then started rubbing it, hard.
Monique let out a long moan and Su cursed when she realized that she had to go back to her cooking. She kept her ears open anyway. Breakfast weren’t the most complicated meal and she really wanted to hear this.
What she heard was a mixture of moans and whimpers. Once in a while a grunt would find its way into the room. It didn’t take long until she heard a long shaky moan, followed by Kim’s voice.

“That was fast. Treating Bonnie must really have gotten you hot.”

Monique grinned.

“You bet girl. If I doubted it when we went to bed last night, I now know that Ron had me pegged from the start. I like being a sadist.”

Kim chuckled.

“I knew you would come around. You belong here Mon. there is no doubt about that.”

Su realized that she was smiling ecstatically. Monique would be staying. This almost made her believe in Santa Clause. She felt like jumping in joy when she heard Kim’s next words.

“Welcome home Monique.”

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