Mistress Barbara Ch. 16
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I couldn't help being very impressed by Angela's quiet acceptance of the inevitable. Gagged as she was, she had very little choice but she seemed to be cooperating a little more than she had been initially.
Earlier on she had been struggling with her bonds as the young man ripped her panties off and exposed her moist open vagina.
Now, when his erotic ministrations and practised fingers stimulated her clitoris, she opened her vaginal lips fully to their lecherous gaze. Angela was shuddering with pleasure as his left hand index finger plunged deep into her exposed bottom. Her urge to orgasm overcame her earlier tension at this point. At least young Fritz must have learned a thing or two about giving a girl some pleasure since his last visit. I congratulated myself with a quiet smile.
Now that the older man was totally naked and fully tumescent, he was rolling a condom onto his quivering penis and approaching Angela's body with a broad smile on his face.
I believe that Angela now suspected that this whole episode had been carefully set up. She pointed to her gag again, indicating her willingness to give the older man oral pleasure or at least negotiate an acceptable outcome to her predicament. Kurt put his forefinger to his lips and gently removed her gag, ready to replace it quickly if she screamed, making soothing small talk in his native tongue.
"Do you people speak English at all?" Angela enquired cautiously. She must have been nearly out of breath from her last shattering orgasm whilst gagged, her breasts heaving as she filled her lungs to speak again. "I can't believe that you've come to the forest so well prepared for sex, if you don't know my friends?" She posed rhetorically, hoping for the answer in English.
At this point, both men stood there silent, desperately trying to think of what to tell her. Kent and I had given them fairly explicit instructions to take full advantage of the situation, bearing in mind our prime directive for safe sex.
Although I was disappointed that the entire scenario appeared to be unravelling, I was proud of Angela's confidence in her family and her quick wittedness in dealing with the situation so adroitly. After a full minute of silence from the two men, during which she scanned their bewildered faces, she assumed a stern look.
"Well, don't stand around looking like idiots! Hurry up and get on with it or let me out of these ropes, NOW!" She said with rapidly increasing authority.
Angela smiled wryly, as the two men reverted to English and begged Angela's forgiveness. They both began to untie her legs and arms.
As soon as they freed her, Cat turned the tables, tying the men's hands together with the ropes that had bound her in position. She pulled the younger man's pants down around his ankles.
I started to clap as I emerged from my hiding place and Kent walked up the path toward the group, holding a cane in his hand. Des and Cat were right behind Kent, empty handed of course, having already taken perfect shots of Angela previously. Des picked up the rest of his gear, with Cat's help and started to carry the gear back to the boat.
Once they returned to Rome, Cat would bring the boat back to pick Kent and the two men up. We hoped that they would be satisfied with our outdoor bondage and subsequent punishment scene that we had created by then. Their gratification was extremely important to us.
Kent and I looked on admiringly as Angela admonished the two German men, cane waving in the air. Fritz senior accepted that they had been extremely naughty and negotiated the number of strokes that he and his son thought that they both richly deserved. Two strokes.
Kent held up the appropriate number of fingers to signal to Angela the extent of punishment that he knew the men expected. Four strokes.
She nodded and walked around in front of them again. She stood with her legs apart and her arms folded under her breasts.
"Master Kent and Mistress Barbara tell me that this is not the first time you have been disrespectful to vulnerable young ladies."
She paused as she watched their reactions. "Have you ever considered giving a lady oral pleasure?" She moved her naked pubic area down to eye level with them. She was wet and engorged, her breasts firm and hard. "After that treatment, when you ripped of my panties and bra, I believe my body needs some gentle oral attention, now. Don't you!!"
The men looked at each other, dumbfounded.
"Let me put it another way." Angela smiled sadistically. "At the present time, I think that the cane is too mild to convey the anger that I'm feeling at the moment." She looked over at Kent. "Did you bring my bullwhip, by any chance?"
"I'll kiss you all over." The older man offered uncertainly. "So will my son." He licked his lips nervously. "Please--only the cane?"
The younger man smiled and nodded his head enthusiastically.
"You'll have to behave yourselves." Angela warned. "If you make me orgasm, without any penetration I might add, I might just give you say---Four strokes each." She decided. "And perhaps with the cane, after all." She smiled.
Angela had taken charge. She lay on the soft grass and beckoned the men forward. "Now remember, no unsafe practices." She reiterated.
As the men kissed and nibbled at her most sensitive places, Angela squirmed and wriggled on the soft grass. She deliberately held herself back from showing her appreciation, as she normally did with us. After several minutes her body trembled and convulsed in what must have been one of the most erotic experiences of her life. She lay gasping for breath as she looked at the two men.
"I'll be kinder to you now." She rewarded their efforts as she recovered her breath. "That was a better way to treat a defenceless young girl, wasn't it?"
"Yes Mistress Angela." The older man smiled. "Over here? Fritz Snr nudged his son and indicated a fallen log close to the water.
"Now you've got the right idea." Angela acknowledged, rising to her feet. "Just kneel down facing the waterfall." She instructed as she picked up her cane.
There were no showers but the waterfall appeared to refresh Angela first, then the two men. They appeared to enjoy the cooling waters that cascaded over the rocks in this outdoor setting. Their well reddened posteriors were held close to the coldest rocks under the flowing water. Angela had a glowing smile as she left the two men with Kent and walked away back to the boat with me. Her skin was vibrant.
"Did I do well, Mistress?" She smiled, once we were out of earshot. "I hope I wasn't too hard on them."
"You did, Darling, but tell me---?"
I was still curious. She had realised that it had not been authentic and that she was actually being tested.
"Lance never takes a photo unless the lighting is perfect. Des is too good a photographer, to waste that much film, if the lighting conditions weren't suitable." She paused with a wide smile. "Besides, how many tourists go into the woods wearing expensive suits, carrying latex gloves and condoms and with no compass or maps?"
I proudly realised that Angela was gifted with a more analytical mind that I had given her credit for. She had been growing suspicious of the events very early in the piece, but trusted us to make sure that she came to no harm. She was adventurous, bright, popular and above all she was loyal and trusting. A natural leader, in every way, who had all the right qualities and keen insight to make her the clear and undisputed leader of all our families if that situation arose. Margaret, it seemed, had always known this since the first day that she hosted Angela at Kent's house.
The last submission of my Novel, 'ADDICTED TO ATTENTION.'
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"AUTHOR'S NOTE: It is worthwhile to mention that I have severely edited the last twenty chapters of my novel to make it more suitable for this site. I hope you still enjoyed reading it. The full story deals in greater depth with the business and political ramifications of changing conventional thinking to achieve a more caring and just society. Greater writers than I have done likewise. E.G. 'Animal Farm' was written by George Orwell to point out, in a fun way, the rising evils of communism. It is very widely read today. "
"Perhaps there is some hope for me yet. What do you think? "
"Barbara Anne Adams.{NZ novelist}"
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