Mary fussed with the centerpiece. Tonight had to go perfectly or Vince would be pissed and she definitely didn’t want that.

Vince was bringing the executive vice-president, Mr. Vickers, home for dinner. The vice-president of sales was retiring and Vince was up for the job so he really wanted to impress Mr. Vickers. Vince had told her that if she screwed up it meant an evening in the punishment chamber and that thought scared the shit out of her.

Satisfied that the table was perfect, she started arranging a variety of dildos, clamps, plugs and whips in the dining room and living room. The items scared her but she was more afraid of a whole evening of punishment if Vince got angry.

Satisfied that the guest would have any device he might reasonably want at hand, she called her daughter, Stephanie, into the room. At 14 she was 5’ 2" tall and was just starting to develop substantial breasts with a figure of 35-23-34. She had long straight black hair and large brown eyes.

Mary took Stephanie by the shoulders and looked her in the eye; “Dad is bringing home a very important man today. It is terribly important that you do whatever he says. He is likely going to want to really hurt you but you must let him or Dad will take you into the punishment chamber and it will be much worse. Do you understand?”

Stephanie bit her lower lip as she nodded. She had only been in the punishment chamber a couple of times for an hour or two but it had been terrible. Whenever Vince had taken her mom into the chamber for a whole night, she’d come out with horrible marks, incredibly swollen tits or barely able to walk. She would do just about anything to avoid that.

Mary took Stephanie over to a clothes closet. She reached in and took out a small black dress and told Stephanie to put it on. Stephanie undressed and pulled the small outfit over her head. The dress ended just below her pussy and the top was two strings over her shoulders. The front was low-cut and showed a generous amount of her firm breasts. Mary had her daughter move to make sure that any small movement would expose some of her tight ass or dark pussy hair. Satisfied, she sent the girl away with instructions to send in the maid.

Vince subscribed to the “Maid of the Week” service that sent over a new maid every Friday. This week he had paid extra for a premium maid. These were the most expensive and were guaranteed through special training to be totally obedient. They were also highly experienced sexual athletes. The new one had just arrived and Mary had yet to meet her.

The maid walked in and Mary stared at the statuesque woman. She was 5’ 10" inches tall with fiery red hair. She had huge tits with measurements of 44-26-38 on a well-exercised body. She was wearing only a small white apron that covered her pubic area. The apron had a bib that was totally inadequate to cover the large breasts that swayed while she walked. In her hand she carried a large black valise.

She walked up to Mary and smiled coldly, “I’m Martha.” Mary motioned towards the formally set table, “My master is having his boss over tonight and wants him to be really impressed.” Martha looked over the thick punishment dildos and other pain inducing devices and commented, “I take it he’s into pain. How severe?” Mary involuntarily wrung her hands, “Very!”

Martha set the bag down and opened it. “Too bad!” she complained as she removed the tiny apron exposing long thick light pink nipples on large 3-inch areolas. She took a tube of some sort of ointment from the bag and handed it to Mary. She grasped her hands behind her back and stood with her feet wide apart and ordered “Put some of that on my nipples and clit.”

Mary opened the tube and squeezed a blob onto her finger. She immediately winced as the end of her finger felt as if was on fire. She grabbed a cloth and tried to wipe it off but her finger only burnt more as she rubbed it with the cloth.

Martha shook her head, “Too late now, honey. Once that stuff touches skin, it starts to burn and it only gets worse if you touch it or wash it off. It will get worse for the next hour or two and then it takes a day to wear off. It leaves the area supersensitive. Now stop being such a wimp and do my nipples.”

Trying desperately to not get any ointment on a spot not already irritated, Mary squeezed the ointment onto her finger. Martha’s muscles tightened as she steeled herself. Mary grasped a huge tit with her left hand and rubbed the horrible salve onto one of the nipples. Martha gasped loudly as the nipple and areola darkened as Mary rubbed the irritant in. Martha’s breath hissed through clenched teeth by the time Mary finished covering the tender teat.

Martha trembled slightly as Mary squeezed another dab of ointment onto her finger and grasped the other tit. She rubbed the irritant onto the other nipple. “Nnnngh!” Martha grunted as sweat started to glisten on her skin. She shook her head trying to keep her composure. Mary squeezed more ointment onto her finger. Using her left hand, she reached between Martha’s spread legs and pulled her thick cunt lips apart. Her eyes widened as a fat clit appeared. It was 1/2 inch long and thick as her little finger.

Mary rubbed the irritant onto Martha’s clit. “GAAWWWWD!” the large red head cried as she twisted forward and lifted one leg. She turned and grabbed the back of a chair. She bent forward, leaning on the chair taking deep breaths. After a few seconds, she stood upright and picked up a cloth. Gingerly, she wiped the pain inducing salve from her nipples and clit, “God, that hurts!” Picking up the apron, she slid it back over her head, secured it behind her. Obviously still in discomfort, she walked back into the living room.

Mary went back to the closet to choose her own outfit. She had become Vince’ s slave at 13. He’d been attracted to her due to her petite stature. She’d only been 4’ 9" tall and the fact she only grew 2 more inches in height but developed large tits was only a bonus to Vince. He liked a small woman. Now, she was 31 years old, 4’ 11" tall and a busty 41-22-34. Her hair was jet black and hung to her waist. She worked hard to keep her belly flat and her butt firm so Vince wouldn’t tire of her and sell her to god knows whom.

She pulled a tiny string bikini out of the closet and pulled the bottoms on. The front of the bottoms was only a small triangle that allowed dark pubic hair to show over the top and out both sides. She slipped her arms into the top and secured it behind. The small scraps of cloth that made the top barely covered her dark nipples.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She was sure to make any man excited but knew that might not be a good thing tonight. At least they might focus on her and give her daughter, Stephanie, a break.

She walked from the dining room to the children’s room. She had 3 daughters under 13. Vince didn’t like them any younger than that so she cared for them until they were ready to be used by their father. At least Vince was financially successful and her daughters hadn’t been sold off from birth like so many of the other female babies in the neighborhood. Stephanie had just been introduced to Vince 10 months ago. He wasn’t happy that she had grown larger than her mother but still fucked her often.

Before catching the attention of the other 3 daughters, she looked wistfully at Judy. She was going to be 13 next month and Mary was really concerned for her. She had taken to her mother’s side of the family and was very petite. She was only 4’ 10" tall and had only a whisp of pubic hair and small breasts with large nipples suggesting they might develop later. She had the family straight black hair with a girlish 33-22-33 figure. Mary knew from her own experience how horrible it was going to be for her when Vince started using her.

Stepping into the room, the 3 young girls looked up at her as she spoke, “Listen girls, there is going to be a very important man coming over tonight and you must stay in your room and keep quiet. You’re likely to hear a lot of screaming but you must stay in here and keep quiet. Do you understand?” The 3 girls nodded and Mary headed into the kitchen.

The houses large kitchen was a hive of activity. Vince had hired a catering firm owned by Walter Kincaid who lived down the block. The head cook was a brunette about 40 years old. She had large breasts that drooped slightly and was slightly overweight. She stood 5’ 4" tall with a rounded 40-28-38 body. She wore only an apron that came down to her knees with a bib that fastened behind her neck. Half of her large tits were exposed. She was busy with something that looked like a huge hypodermic needle. It was a plastic tube about 18 inches long with a plastic plunger in one end. Instead of a needle at its tip, it had plastic tubing that attached to a metal tube about 6 inches long and 1/8 of an inch in diameter. About one inch from where the metal tube connected to the rubber, the metal tube bulged to 1/4 of an inch and then returned to 1/8 of an inch. The plunger was pulled all the way out and the tube was filled with a clear yellow liquid.

The cook motioned towards a blonde woman in her twenties. She was a perfect 36-24-36. The woman slowly walked over to the counter turned her back to the counter and lifted her butt onto it. She pulled her knees up and spread her legs apart until her pussy pulled slightly open. The cook pulled her cunt lips apart with her left hand and took the metal tube in her right hand. She lined the tube up with the tiny opening of the blonde’s urethra. Pressing the tip against the tiny piss hole, the cooked pushed the tube into the blonde who gasped loudly as her urethra was roughly expanded. The cook didn’ t give her a moment to recover as she pushed the tube in until the 1/4" bulge jammed into the tiny hole. The blonde cried out in agony as the punishment catheter split her piss hole. The cook tugged on the rubber hose to make sure the catheter was firmly lodged. She then picked up the huge syringe and slowly started depressing the plunger.

The blonde grunted and whined while the yellow liquid was forced into her bladder. As the plunger reached the half way point, the blonde started to plead, “Please .ngh. no more .aagh. too much .ooww. can’t take it all!” The cook never slowed her pressure on the plunger as the liquid relentlessly filled the blonde’s bladder. As the last of the liquid worked it’s way into the now weeping victim, the cook picked up a surgical clamp and attached it to the rubber hose. She then disconnected the hose from the syringe and left it hanging from the crying blonde. The blonde slipped off the counter and joined several other weeping women in a corner.

The cook seemed to notice Mary for the first time. “What do you want? I’m busy!” she asked gruffly. Mary spoke up, “I’m making sure you’ve got everything ready.” The cook shook her head but responded, “I’ve got crab cakes, beef Wellington, dauphin potatoes and zabaglione for your master and his guests.” She pointed to two very slender women in the corner. Both small-breasted women were slender except for noticeable bulging of their lower abdomen. Thick rubber tubes hung from each ass. They were slightly bent forward, weeping loudly and had their hands cupped under their distended bellies. “I’ve filled those two bitches’ assholes with high volume urine enemas and given them laxatives to make a piss and shit soup for the slaves. I’ve inflated the other two’s bladders with urine for the slaves to drink.”

The cook turned to the other side of the room where two huge breasted women stood with their hands tied behind their backs, small droplets of milk hung from large swollen nipples and their tits seemed unnaturally swollen. “Those two are given twice daily shots of highly diluted hormones in their tits to keep them constantly lactating. This morning, their tits were beaten with a rubber hose to bruise them without marks. If one of the masters wants milk, they will supply it. Of course the procedure will be incredibly painful”

Mary nodded her approval and the cook shook her head again, returning to her preparations. Mary walked back into the living room. There was nothing left to do but wait for Vince to come home.