Remote Control

By Ross Martin

Reg had been busy in corporate meetings most of the day. He had had his obligatory game of squash with one of his executives and the drink with his fellow squash players to follow. Now, at home in front of his computer, it was time to really unwind.

After making sure he had his lock on the on position against encroaching spyware, he logged onto his favorite website and onto his favorite high-flyer there. She was known as Lady Scarlet and this was not because she was a red-head. In point of fact, she was a brunette. It was her off-sider, the frizzy haired woman who had just turned twenty-four who had a genuine touch of amber in her mane and in her heart.

NSWMASTER: Hello L Scarlet

LADYSCARLET: Greetings NSWM

NSWMASTER: How is extreme?

LADYSCARLET: Fine, Sir. Do you want to play?

NSWMASTER: Yes. I have posted the usual amount.

LADYSCARLET: Received

NSWMASTER: Get list?

LADYSCARLET: Received

NSWMASTER: Shown to extreme?

LADYSCARLET: No, Sir. I could if you so wish. She's right here, now

NSWMASTER: No. Don't. Please put extreme on.

Xtreme: Hello, Sir.

NSWMASTER: Will you play?

Xtreme: Yes, sir. Mistress has told me to.

NSWMASTER: Good. Put your Mistress back on.

LADYSCARLET: Yes, Sir?

NSWMASTER: Film as per usual. Send me usual way.

LADYSCARLET: Begin now?

NSWMASTER: Yes. I will watch some and catch the rest later.

Reg turned to the part of the website where he could view Lady Scarlet and her charge, Xtreme. For the next few hours he wouldn't be able to communicate with them but that was fine. They didn't need his encouragement. They had their instructions, their retainer and their willingness to indulge him.

Lady Scarlet, wearing her usual gray business suit, looked down on her companion. Xtreme was smaller than her owner and some ten years younger. Her big, brown doe-like eyes were always very expressive. Dressed in blue jeans and a pink T-shirt, she looked like any typical LA 20-something.

LADYSCARLET: For the cameras, tell whoever is listening that you are happy to be here.

Xtreme: Oh, I'm happy to do your bidding, Mistress.

LADYSCARLET: Are you being forced in any way to be here?

Xtreme: Oh, no. Not at all. I know where the door is and can leave any time I want.

LADYSCARLET: Also we have a word, don't we?

Xtreme: Yes, Mistress.

LADYSCARLET: Have you ever used it?

Xtreme: No, Mistress.

LADYSCARLET: Undress.

Xtreme did as she was told. No surprises there. Reg decided to spend the next ten minutes making coffee. Xtreme was average looking and he'd seen her naked before. In fact, it was her average looks that made her appealing or would do so later on.

Once more in her birthday suit, Xtreme waited for her hands to be secured. She didn't have to wait long. Not only were her hands secured behind her back via thongs but her arms were cinched together in such a way that they reddened almost instantly.

Lady Scarlet brought her to a chair where her legs were secured apart from one another via built in restraints and her arms further held in check by thick rope. She wasn't going anywhere in a hurry.

For a moment, the camera focused on the surroundings just to establish where they were and the possibilities. There were a number of wooden horse constructs, dildos and butt plugs galore and devices very few outsiders knew even existed. There were two hoses and one bucket. On a small bench was a glass jar containing a dozen pennies.

LADYSCARLET: Can you move?

Xtreme: My arms…a little, Mistress.

LADYSCARLET: Are you afraid?

Xtreme: Yes, Mistress.

LADYSCARLET: Do you want to back out?

Xtreme: No, Mistress.

LADYSCARLET: As some viewers may not be aware, we now have a swear jar. Every time Xtreme swears or uses the Lord's name in vain it will cost her a pretty penny. I will attempt this day to fill the jar.

Lady Scarlet dipped her hands into one of the buckets and pulled out a dozen bottles of beer that had been sitting in ice. She laid them on a nearby table taking the lids off two. She sat one of the open ones in the groove between Lucy's legs. Lucy sucked in air. The bottle was cold and she didn't have any pubic hair to act as a fur coat for that region.

LADYSCARLET: Now don't spill a drop.

Xtreme: Yes, Mistress. Not a drop,

The taller woman then took off her belt and flexed it before Xtreme's face. Extreme, for her part, didn't even blink. Lady Scarlet downed the remaining opened drink and, as she did so, she lightly whipped the tits of her sub just to keep the viewers watching. Her belt had a nasty silver buckle shaped like a horse shoe. Every once in a while the horse shoe scored a nipple making Xtreme wince.

Once finished, Lady Scarlet put the empty bottle on the table and fed Xtreme the other opened beer. As she did so, she fingered her slave's cunt. This went on for a while. First the beer consumed by the mistress, while the boobs of the sub were tenderized, followed by the feeding of the sub together with the fingering. It ended when all the beer had been drunk. By that time, Xtreme's cunt was moistening up with all the attention and her breasts were looking rather raw red and sensitive.

LADYSCARLET: Tell NSWMASTER how your boobs are, sweetie.

Xtreme: Sore.

LADYSCARLET: Oh, how awful for you. Surely not so sore I couldn't tweak your nipples just to amuse myself?

Xtreme: (Ow!) No, Mistress. (Ow! Ow!)

LADYSCARLET: I thought that would be the case.

Lady Scarlet kissed her captive passionately on the mouth and nose then moved to where the largest of the hoses was located. It was high powered and aimed at Xtreme's cunt. She turned it on full blast.

Xtreme: (Ahhh!) (Uhh! (Uhh!) It hurts! It hurts!

Xtreme sobbed and screamed intermittently after that. She yelled out fuck when a second hose aimed at her breasts was suddenly activated. She was told already she owed another penny for the swear jar. Twenty minutes later the vocals got interesting.

Xtreme: Stop! Stop! (Ow! Ow! OW!) Too much! Too much!

LADYSCARLET: Do you really want me to turn off the hoses?

Xtreme: If it pleases you. (Ahh!) (Ooo!)

LADYSCARLET: It doesn't. I'll be back in a minute.

Xtreme: No! Don't leave…Please! Don't! Don't!

LADYSCARLET: Are you begging me to stay?

Xtreme: Yes! Yes! Oh! God! (Ahh! Oh! Oh!)

LADYSCARLET: How lovely! How precious!

Lady Scarlet took the bucket and left. Presumably the camera man or woman was still there because Xtreme was looking at someone off camera with her big baby eyes and saying things like: ‘Help! Help!' and ‘Turn them off! Turn them off!' She also said: “Show some compassion. I can't turn them off myself. Or at least turn them down a little.' This talk was all apparently to no avail. Nothing was turned off or even turned down.

By the time the mistress returned, her charge's eyes were welling up with tears and she was whimpering loudly. Slowly Lady Scarlet did turn off the hoses. What's more, she wiped her sub down with a big fluffy towel.

Xtreme: I've got to go pee, Mistress.

LADYSCARLET: I'm sure you do sweetie.

Xtreme: Will you please untie me?

LADYSCARLET: What ever for? If you want to pee, and I think you should, you have my permission to do so right here right now, in front of the camera. I'd be fascinated to see it myself.

Xtreme: But I can't! Not here in this position.

LADYSCARLET: You can't? How sad for you. But we must move on to the next phase.

Lady Scarlet took a soggy ball gag out of the bucket she had brought back with her and showed it to Xtreme.

LADYSCARLET: Do you know what this has been soaking in, hon'?

Xtreme: No, Mistress.

LADYSCARLET: Let's just say some of us have managed to pee just fine.

Xtreme: Oh! Oh God no!

LADYSCARLET: That's two pennies so far today.

The mistress had little difficulty forcing the urine soaked ball into her willing victim's mouth and securing it into place. It was a big ball and a tight fit. Also the odor was temporarily making Xtreme's nostrils flare.

LADYSCARLET: Can you smell me now? Can you smell my piss?

Xtreme: Yeth, Mistress. Need to pee bad. Very bad….Please, PLEASE let me go!

LADYSCARLET: AS I have told you, Xtreme, you are perfectly entitled to go when ever you like. As for letting you leave, the answer's no.

Xtreme: Please, Mistress, PLEASE!

Tears were now rolling down Xtreme's face and there was a trembling in her lower lip in spite of the gag or perhaps somewhat exaggerated because of it.

LADYSCARLET: I tell you what….I'll be kind. I'll take your mind off your trouble.

The mistress removed two alligator clips with weights attached and fixed them onto the very tips of Xtreme's nipples where they'd pinch the most. This naturally elicited a great howl of protest followed by spittle mixed with urine moving from Xtreme's lower lip to her cunt.

Xtreme: Take them off! (Ahh!) Off! Pity! Have…PITY! (Ahhh!)

LADYSCARLET: We'll wait until that stream from your mouth reaches your legs. I told you I could take your mind off your trouble.

Xtreme: Still NEED to piss! Urgent! (Ohhh!) Bad! Bad! Very BAD!

LADYSCARLET: NSWMASTER did come up with a solution to this problem of yours. It's a bit harsh. Do you want me to instigate it?

Xtreme: Yeth! Yeth!

LADYSCARLET: Are you sure? It is…harsh after all.

Xtreme: Yeth! Yeth! (Mmmm!) Hurry, Mistress, hurry!

LADYSCARLET: Fine, fine! I did warn you. First we remove the gag. Like so!

Lady Scarlet undid the buckle at the back keeping it tightly in place and, with some effort, managed to pop the ball out of Xtreme's mouth. The stream begun when the gag was in place, however, continued its journey south.

Xtreme: Oh! God! Hurry, Mistress, hurry!

LADYSCARLET: Another penny I believe. First I'd better wash my hands.

Xtreme: No! Don't! Don't leave me! You can't…you can't! (Ahh! Ahh!) Help me! Help meeee!

Lady Scarlet did leave and she did wash her hands. While she was gone Xtreme pleased some more to the camera operator and thus also to her audience. When she came back, the mistress had a surprise and a half in her hands.

LADYSCARLET: SO the spittle has reached your legs. Very good. I suppose the clips can come off. There! All better….You don't mind terribly if I pinch your nipples a tiny smidgen with my nasty long, black fingernails, do you?

Xtreme: No, Mistress! (Ahhhrrr! Ahrrrr!)

LADYSCARLET: My, they are delicate little mushrooms, aren't they? See this bottle of champagne? NSWMASTER said to use it if you were stubborn. You are being stubborn, aren't you?

Xtreme: How, Mistress?

LADYSCARLET: Not by shoving it up your arse if that's what's concerning you. Though, mind you, we could get around to that later. No, he just wants you to drink the contents. Open wide!

Xtreme: Too cruel! Too cruel!

LADYSCARLET: Stop shaking your head and open your mouth, bitch! If you don't, I might as well simply untie you and let you go. Do you want that?... No, apparently not. Careful now. Down it goes…every last drop.

Xtreme: Its churning….Too cruel! Too cruel!

LADYSCARLET: I'll just put the gag back…..There! A lovely tight fit like before. Oh, and the clips can go back on, too. Mind if I help out in my own way?

Xtreme: No, Mistress…not mind….at all.

Lady Scarlet selected a small horse hair whip and proceeded to hit Xtreme's vagina with it. She aimed for her victim's clit and managed, out of forty goes to hit the mark thirty-nine times.

LADYSCARLET (whipping Xtreme some more past the forty): THIS! WILL! KEEP! THE VIEWERS! ENTERTAINED! WHILE! YOU! MAKE! UP! YOUR! MIND! TO! DO! WHAT! YOU! ARE! TOLD!

Xtreme (in response to the further whipping no doubt): Eeee! Eeeee! Eeeeeee! Eeeeeeee! Esssssss! OH! Oh! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

LADYSCARLET: Stings, doesn't it? HERE! HAVE! SOME! MORE! It must be really nasty down there will all those fluids backing up….SO! JUST! LET! GO! NOW!

Xtreme: Please! Please! Please! EEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

LADYSCARLET: THIS! DOING! ANY! GOOD! PET?

 

Xtreme: Agony! Ah!…Gone!…eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

LADYSCARLET: POOR! POOR! DEAR! But, look! We've managed to get that golden well of yours flowing and gushing… Are you pleased?... Are you happy?

Xtreme: Yeth! Mistress!

LADYSCARLET: (Hitting Xtreme some more for good measure) NEXT! TIME! YOU! OBEY! STRAIGHT! AWAY! GOT THAT! BITCH?.... Now I'll put this bungle of horsy fun back where I got it….Look how its colored you up…Brilliant!

Lady Scarlet beamed at the camera and then at Xtreme who was busy weeping softly. She was so busy with the weeping, in fact, that she didn't notice the other woman had done what she said she'd do and was now elsewhere in the chamber.

LADYSCARLET: But you need cleaning up.

With that said, she turned the hoses back on and poor Xtreme sobbed her heart out. This went on for twenty minutes. It was made worse for Xtreme by the nipple clips which frequently came off and had to be reattached. At the end of it, she was exhausted and looked it. She didn't move much when her mistress removed the biting alligators for good, took out the gag and untied her. She didn't even voice much resistance when she was scrubbed down roughly with a towel.

LADYSCARLET: Did you come, bitch?

Xtreme: Yes, Mistress.

LADYSCARLET: How many times?

Xtreme: Several.

LADYSCARLET: What a sad, sorry creature you are. Its lunch time. Do you want to have lunch and maybe do some shopping?

Xtreme: Yes, Mistress if it pleases you.

Lady Scarlet took a small silver rod, together with two very special clamps, out of a black container.

LADYSCARLET: Put the clamps on your nipples and put the silver thing into your pussy. Then get dressed. Got that? Understand?

Xtreme: Yes, Mistress.

LADYSCARLET: And do it in front of the camera.

Xtreme did as she was told. Naturally, she winced putting the clamps on and the T-shirt over them. The silver rod was no problem even though her vaginal lips were beginning to swell with the bruising. Somehow it still managed to go in smoothly. What the point of the silver device, if there was one, escaped her completely.

LADYSCARLET (Continued): Dressed? Good. Let's go. Carlos will follow with the camera. Its about time we did some off studio filming. LA is beautiful in Spring.

Outside, the sun was shinning and trees and flowers in the various gardens along the street gave off a strong Summery scent. Xtreme obviously felt very tender in a lot of places but she was smiling. She was even skipping along like a school girl playing hooky

When suddenly she screamed and grabbed at her cunt with one hand and her breasts with the other.

Xtreme: Shit! What was that?

LADYSCARLET: Oh, nothing really. And one more coin from you for the jar…See this tiny black box I have in the palm of my hand? When I turn this knob like so….

Xtreme: Ahhh!

LADYSCARLET: It activates the rod and the clamps giving you a short burst like that one or….

Xtreme: Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Oh!

LADYSCARLET: Or a much longer burst….I will walk behind you at a distance. You will have lunch at a restaurant and you will buy a new necklace at a nearby jeweler. Then you will return to the studio. When ever I feel like it, I'll turn on the juice for however long I want to. Do you understand?

Xtreme: Yes, Mistress. What if I pee my pants or come?

LADYSCARLET: That, my dear, is your look out. But surely this can't be a turn on for you?

Xtreme: Ahhh! Ooooo! Ahhh!

LADYSCARLET: Then again, I suppose it must be. By the time Xtreme had finished the tasks assigned to her, she was sweating, nervous, anxious to the point of leaping out of her skin and she had come dramatically twice. Despite efforts made not to do so, she'd done it not once but a second time. And the dampness was obvious. It was made more so when Lady Scarlet turned the knob sending out a nasty shock.

What made it infinitely worse was the fact that Xtreme would never know the duration of the hurt or when the next one would occur. What's more, she didn't even know the intensity. She did, however, soon figure it out that it had started off on the lowest possible setting and was rapidly reaching the greatest. Usually she was able to steel herself but not this time. It really made her motor run the faster, this uncertainty, this terror. Lady Scarlet, being good at her profession, could sense this and exploit it. What's more it put that gleam in her eye and her desire to be absolutely, despicably cruel jumped up the scale a thousand fold.

In the last hundred yards, Xtreme was zapped on full every few feet. On one of these zaps, she took it for a whole five minutes and almost keeled over. The distress on her face was so evident that a passerby asked if she needed help. She waved him away saying it was a migraine and she' d already taken medication for it. Did Lady Scarlet ease up during this interchange? Not on your life. In fact, she found xtreme trying ever-so-courageously not to show how much she was truly suffering rather yummy.

Back at the studio, Lady Scarlet had Xtreme run around the chamber as she zapped her for three whole minutes between three second breaks on the strongest possible setting. It was easy to tell that Lady Scarlet, for one, was having a grand old time of it. Xtreme was falling down a lot and picking herself up to run some more. On full power the knob could make the slut sing at a range higher and shriller than she'd ever sung before. It was only when she had tired f her new toys and of Xtreme's reactions to them that she stopped and had her slave undress and remove the devices. They were both surprised that the gadgets didn't come off Xtreme's body smoking.

Lady Scarlet gave her sub a glass of orange juice as a pick-me-up and had her select her favorite paddle from the ones on the far wall. It was the one with the vicious studs. She then sat on the chair used earlier and had Xtreme bend over her lap.

LADYSCARLET: Do you think, dear, we can make your arse as red as your boobs?

Xtreme: We can try, Mistress.

LADYSCARLET: Yes, we can.

Xtreme had her ass flesh pounded for quite a while. All her mistress got for such effort, though, were a few half felt grunts. The redness came through though and surely that would please somebody.

LADYSCARLET: Get my rubber cock for me, will you dear? Oh, and put back the paddle.

Xtreme: Yes, Mistress.

With trembling hand Xtreme did as she was told. She even strapped the rubber cock on her keen as mustard torturer. It made no never mind, or didn't seem to, that Xtreme's cunt was tomato red and expanded to the size of a grapefruit. It didn't matter that it was closed up tighter than a shop on a bank holiday and that poking around the entrance with KY gel was enough to elicit screaming. Handcuffs took naughty lively hands out of the way and then the fun really began.

Xtreme assumed the position. Knees on floor and arse bent forward. She sobbed great gulping sobs as Lady Scarlet navigated past the brutalized lips and began slow thrusting movements. She shrieked and pleaded with her mistress to discontinue when the thrusts became savage plunges. Sweat poured off Xtreme. She was getting wobbly so her mistress stopped and withdrew.

LADYSCARLET: Oh, you had enough for today, love?

Xtreme: Only if you say so, Mistress.

Lady Scarlet went around to the face of her slave and slapped her hard a couple of times on the jaw and cheeks.

LADYSCARLET: I say no. So wake up!

To make her point even clearer, the mistress took a cane down from a hook on a wall and laid into her charge's backside. She hit her a dozen times, scoring the already heavily battered cunt at least thrice. When she did, Xtreme shook her head and went into a howl that would have melted most people's hearts.

When she'd done with the cane, the mistress went back to plunging the now ripe-for-bursting cunt. More howls, more calls to bring an end to proceedings. Between the words ‘stop' and ‘no' there was a question. It was one rarely asked by Xtreme or any of the girls she frequently did terrible things to and it was absolutely delicious.

Xtreme: (Aaaaarrr! Haaarrrh!) (WHIMPER!) (Whimper!) ( Whimper !) How can you do this to another woman?

LADYSCARLET: Oh, Honey! It's what I do!

Lady Scarlet gave Reg half an hour more of priceless footage before stating that the session was closed and escorting Xtreme to another room where there were comfy lounges and chairs. It was noticeable, as Xtreme was led away, that she was dripping like a busted pipe.

LADYSCARLET: Well! I never…You came, just a moment ago, didn't you? You little minx!

Xtreme: Yes, Mistress.

LADYSCARLET: Explain to NSWMASTER.

Xtreme: Explain what Mistress?

They were in the other room and both mistress and sub were on the same couch looking into the camera.

LADYSCARLET: Ho w you feel about being punished. How you felt about today.

Xtreme: In his own way, I hope the Master gets as much out of it as I have. I had a terrible and a wonderful time. My emotions were on so many highs and lows it was a roller coaster ride.

LADYSCARLET: But you cried out so many times to be rescued…for me to release you from this segment or that…You didn't fill up the swear jar but you did make a contribution. Explain.

Xtreme: I have the need, a really deep need, to be tortured by you…When I do call out for you to desist what I'm really doing is complementing you on your work in progress. Part of me wants you to halt what ever you are doing. Otherwise, it wouldn't be torture now would it?

LADYSCARLET: Do you remember the safe word?

Xtreme: Yes, Mistress.

LADYSCARLET: Would you ever use it?

Xtreme: Probably not. If I did, NSWMASTER wouldn't get his film and I'd miss out on what spins my wheels.

LADYSCARLET: Was there anything in particular which span your wheels today?

Xtreme: Well, I enjoyed…Can I use the word enjoy?

LADYSCARLET: Yes. If you think it appropriate.

Xtreme: I really enjoyed then the way I found out I can piss I that position.

LADYSCARLET: But that was quite hard on you, wasn't it?

Extreme: Oh yes! Beating my cunt at that time was a nice touch, though. I take it you came up with that one. It really sent me. It really told me who was boss and that I'd better find a way to tow the line.

LADYSCARLET: I'm glad you think so.

Xtreme: And the bottle of champagne was pure genius on NSWMASTER'S part. And the piss when it came was just so humiliating. I was so happy and so miserable all at the same time. And the use of electricity was positively inhuman. I hope we can use those devices again.

LADYSCARLET: I'm sure we will.

Xtreme: Oh, lovely! I also enjoyed your taking your time with my cunt near the end. Just when I was certain you'd show mercy and quit you continued.

LADYSCARLET: Show mercy to a pain slut like you? Never!

Xtreme: That's why I love you so much, Mistress.

LADYSCARLET: And I make you pay for your love, I make you earn it don't?

Xtreme: And in doing so you make me love you even more.

There the tape ended with both mistress and superbly smarting sub smiling and waving for a stranger half a world away. That night, after the mistress had taken care of two paying customers for a couple of hours, Lady Scarlet and Xtreme would settle down for some television. One paying customer was giving up smoking. She needed the sort of assistance that it was Lady Scarlet's pleasure to give. The wannabe thirty- something model was strapped down to a table and, for forty-five minutes, forced to smoke and have her tits and pussy burned by the cigarette she was smoking. She managed to get that bitch's clit scorched three times before mercy was called for. She also managed to get that bitch's inside pussy walls roasted twenty times before mercy was again called. The other one was to have a simple enema while drinking a bottle of white wine. She didn't need strapping down. The mistress was only needed to make sure the bags and the flow was right and the sub didn't pull out the plug or the line and go to the toilet too soon. Also, that the pathetic woman in her fifties drank every drop of her wine. The pathetic woman was a friend of her mothers and she took particular delight in knowing that she was being paid on a regular basis to be mean to her. She was being paid by her mother and by the woman herself. It was fortunate that the two women knew each other and were content for her to ‘do' both at the same time. For this consideration they got a discount.

After television, Lady Scarlet put soothing lotion on Xtreme's cunt, arse and boobs. She also had Xtreme put the rod back into her cunt and the special clamps on her nipples. In bed that night Lady Scarlet had the control box on her bed stand. When she woke up about three in the morning to go take a leak, she turned on the box full blast and had Xtreme leaping out of her sleep. She woke up the next day ahead of Xtreme and gave her another full blast. It was all so scrumptious being in control – in total control. Perhaps she'd have such night antics taped for NSWMASTER. She could set up a camera on remote and have Carlos edit it down to just the good footage. Yes, control was good.

Reg, who was NSWMASTER, would leave things go for a month and then put in a new request to his favorite women. Still, it was going to be difficult for them to top what he'd just seen and he was less than half way through the recording. He took the CD out of the computer, content to finish the viewing over the following weekend, and put it with the rest of his collection. It was becoming quite substantial. Done well, remote control was absolutely exhilarating.

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