Birching Miss Birch – Part Three of Three

Slave lily is a natural-born pain-slut, so this story involves a lot of pain and humiliation. If that isn’t your preferred genre, you might want to skip this story. Also, all sex is F/f, so if you want M/F or M/f, this isn’t your story.

In this final part, slave lily learns the importance of doing favors for others. Completing those favors, however, involves more than a little pain and humiliation.

The story is in three parts. Each part stands more or less on its own, but makes more sense if you have read the previous parts.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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Chapter Three of Three

Amanda Birch– once called Maddy or The Mad Bitch, now called slave lily– was given the evening off by her new Mistress, Darla Lewis. Surprisingly, there was a very good wifi signal available at the remote cabin. So after Maddy/lily had brought in a sufficient amount of wood from the stacked piles behind the cabin, they both connected to the net– Darla to catch up on her mail and to post on a dominatrix web site that she had a new slave. Maddy to check in at several of the websites that had fueled her fantasies for so many years. On one site, she posted “I have found a Mistress at last.”

She signed into her favorite site, and minutes later was slowly stroking her breasts with one hand while sliding a finger through her slit as she watched a video of a Mistress flogging a bound slave. Her hand was just starting to dig deeper into her cunt when Darla’s voice commanded, “Don’t you dare cum without my permission, slave!”

Darla got up from the bed where she was lying propped up on a pile of pillows. She stood in front of Maddy and said, “Listen, lily, when I said that you couldn’t cum without my permission, I didn’t mean just while I had you over my knee. I own you now. I own what you do and what you say. And I own your orgasms. You don’t have one unless I tell you that you can. You got that?!”

“Yes, Mistress Darla,” Maddy whimpered.

She went back to watching the videos from the website, but kept her hands on her thighs, occasionally digging her fingers into her thighs while giving out a strained moan. Several hours later Darla announced, “Time for bed. And you remember to keep that fire nice and warm all night.”

Maddy crawled over to the head of the bed and knelt silently staring with puppy dog eyes and a pleading expression on her face.

“What’s the matter, lily?” Darla asked with exaggerated sympathy in her voice. “Do you need to cum before you go to sleep?”

Maddy said nothing, but shook her head yes. Her face was beet red from the embarrassment of admitting her internal needs.

“I tell you what,” Darla answered, “I could use a good cum myself. If you take me over the top with your tongue, then you can lie in front of the fire and rub yourself all night if you want to. Does that sound like a good idea to you, lily?”

“Yes, Mistress Darla,” Maddy gushed. Her happiness was very obvious on her face.

“Then you stay right there while I get myself ready for bed,” Darla replied. “Then when I get back you can put your tongue to work where it matters most. And remember, when I get close, I expect you to do a full rim job before you take me over the top.”

“Yes Mistress Darla,” Maddy replied.

Maddy knelt obediently beside the bed while Darla did her bathroom routine. Maddy could hear Darla using the toilet and suddenly thought, ‘I hope she wipes herself clean.’ She had already decided that she would do whatever she was ordered, regardless, when she heard the sound of the shower. “Thank you, Mistress Darla,” she said softly.

A few minutes later, Darla emerged from the bathroom and lay back on the bed. Maddy had pulled the sheets and covers down and had re-distributed the pillows across the bed. Darla said nothing, but spread her legs and tapped her mound lightly, as if calling a dog to a treat.

Maddy quickly scrambled up onto the bed and pressed her lips against Darla’s hairy cunt. She licked lightly for several moments and then used her lips to pull slightly on Darla’s prominent clit. She could feel that large nub engorge with her ministrations.

Darla began to move her hips slightly as Maddy continued to lick and nibble. She gave out a heavy moan when Maddy pulled the clit into her mouth and suckled heavily. “That’s it, lily,” she said.

Maddy worked her face deeper into Darla’s cunt, licking and slurping and nibbling with her lips. She wiggled her face from side to side and Darla responded by bucking against her with her hips.

Darla was very close to climax when lily remember that she had been ordered to also service her rosebud. She moved her tongue deeper between Darla’s legs and began thrusting into her ass. She would push as deeply as she could into the rosebud, and then flick the tip of her tongue around the edges of Darla’s dark eye.

Darla was now bucking and thrusting almost hard enough to bring her rather substantial body up off the mattress. Suddenly, Maddy felt Darla’s hands grasping her head and pulling it upward. Darla pushed her face forcefully into her cunt. She needed no other encouragement and began licking and sucking intensely until Darla arched her back thrusting herself even more tightly against her face and screamed out a long ecstatic groan of release.

Maddy kept licking softly until Darla finally said, “That’s enough, lily. You can go back over to the fire and get yourself off now.”

Maddy did exactly that. She crawled over to in front of the fire and flopped over onto her back with her legs bent and spread. She rubbed furiously for only a moment before throwing back her head and gasping in climax.

Darla chuckled from the bed. “This is the way it is going to work, my little lily-white pain-slut,” she announced. “Each time you build up the fire, you can have one orgasm. Does that sound fair?”

“Yes, Mistress Darla,” Maddy responded as she curled up on the rug in front of the fire. “I will keep the fire burning brightly all night.”

“I’ll bet you will,” Darla laughed. “I’ll bet you will.”

***

When Darla woke Sunday morning, the cabin was more than comfortably warm and the room reeked of sex. Maddy was sleeping peacefully in front of the fire. Her feet were resting on the step in front of the fireplace with her legs spread out so that the glow of the fire reflected off her wet cunt.

“That girl is almost insatiable,” Darla said out loud to herself with a slight laugh. “One of these days I’m going to have to see what it takes to wear her out.”

She then shouted out, “Rise and shine, lily. Get your white ass into that kitchen and rustle me up some breakfast.”

Maddy rose groggily to her feet and murmured, “Yes, Mistress Darla.” Then still half-asleep, she stumbled into the kitchen to make breakfast. The sizzle of bacon and the occasional yelp from the spattering grease striking skin filled the kitchen while the sound of a shower running came from the bathroom.

By the time Darla was finished with her shower, Maddy was finished with the bacon and eggs and had them, two slices of toast, and a steaming hot cup of coffee, waiting on the table. Darla nibbled at the toast and tasted the coffee before announcing, “It’s OK. You can eat now. And then go get yourself cleaned up.”

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About a half-hour later, Maddy– and the kitchen– were sparkling clean. Darla was sitting at the table wearing a pair of jeans and one of the camp’s polo shirts. She looked up as Maddy came into the room and picked up a crop from the table. She used it to call her over to stand alongside her. Once Maddy was standing next to her, Darla reached up and slowly rubbed the leather flap of the crop across Maddy’s nipples.

Maddy responded with a soft moan as Darla said, “Today, I’m going to teach you your first lesson in getting ahead,” She tapped a nipple lightly with the crop and continued, “You are always demanding things from everyone, yet you never give to others. That’s why no one will go out of their way to help you. If you do favors for others, they do favors for you.”

Maddy stood silently next to the table as Darla continued, “This morning you are going to do a favor for Jessie, and this afternoon you are going to do a favor for an old friend of mine. Then tonight, we are going to meet with the office staff for the wrap up of this weekend.”

She reached out with the crop and smacked Maddy on the ass and said, “Put on your collar and leash and meet me outside.”

Maddy scampered to retrieve her collar and leash from the mantle of the fireplace. By the time she got to the door of the cabin, Darla was already striding down the path. Maddy ran after her, holding her leash out in front of her until she caught up and placed the end of the leash in her Mistress’s outstretched hand.

“You see,” Darla said with a laugh as she slowed her stride, “once you give someone what they truly want, they are bound to you.” Then tugging slightly she added, “… almost as if you had their leash in your hand.”

Maddy reddened as she realized that what Darla said was true– at least about her. Darla had given her what she truly needed– someone to dominate her sexually– and now she was bound very tightly to her new Mistress.

Darla continued to walk briskly down the path, but unlike the previous day when they had continued straight out the path to the birch trees, today she turned at the first intersection on the trail. “This leads to the pond,” she said. “Jessie needs someone to finish getting it ready for winter.” She looked back at Maddy and smiled before saying, “And that’s where you come in.”

They walked in silence for several minutes until they came to a small lake. A large flat raft and another with a small diving board tower on it had been pulled up onto the shore. A couple dozen canoes were stored upside down in racks under one of two large picnic shelters. The other shelter contained a large number of picnic tables set almost on edge so that snow would not accumulate on their tops through the winter.

“Looks like everything is already ready for winter, doesn’t it?” asked Darla.

Maddy looked around, not sure what to say, and then stammered, “I guess so?”

“Don’t guess,” said Darla sharply as she smacked Maddy on the ass with the crop in her hand. “Use your eyes. What doesn’t look ready for winter?”

Maddy slowly scanned the beach and the lake, then suddenly said, “The floats marking the swimming area are still in the water?”

“That’s right,” Darla answered. “When the lake freezes it will crush them.”

Darla turned Maddy so they were eye-to-eye. “So what do you think we need to do next?” she asked.

“Bring them in?” answered Maddy.

“No,” Darla replied, once again smacking Maddy on the ass with the crop. “What we need to do next is to gather up a lot of firewood and build a big fire.”

Maddy looked at her for a moment with a very confused look on her face, but then said, “Yes, Mistress Darla.”

“Actually, what you need to do is more carry than gather,” Darla said with a laugh. “There is a big pile of wood over there on the other side of that shelter. Bring it out here to this fire pit close to the shore and stack it up for a fire.”

Maddy made a dozen or so trips from the woodpile to the fire ring before Darla said, “That ought to be enough. Now gather up small branches from the ground to use as kindling.”

After Maddy had done so, Darla produced a lighter and a small block of fire starter from her duffle bag. “Always be prepared,” she said as she handed it to Maddy.

Soon the fire was beginning to crackle and grow hot and Darla asked, “Do you know why I had you make a fire?”

“No, Mistress Darla,” Maddy answered meekly.

“Think, my little lily-white pain-slut. Plan more than one step ahead of your feet. Why would YOU need a fire out here next to the lake?”

“To stay warm?” answered Maddy.

“It’s a little cool out here, but you’re almost sweating from the work of gathering up that wood. You don’t need it to stay warm… unless you get really cold.”

“No!” Maddy exclaimed, suddenly realizing what Darla intended. “That lake is fed by mountain streams. It would be cold in the middle of the summer.” Her eyes were wide and her voice was shaking slightly as she begged, “Please don’t make me go into the water, Mistress Darla.”

“Someone,” Darla said forcefully, “has to go out and detach the two lines that separate the swimming area into three sections. Then someone has to hold onto the main float line while it is reeled in so it doesn’t tangle.”

She pointed to Maddy with her crop. “That someone is you.” She then laughed and said, “And yes, that water is damn near freezing. But it isn’t very deep. You can probably walk all the way across it now that it is almost at winter depth. But just to be safe, and because a good Mistress like myself should be concerned with the safety of her slaves, you are going to be wearing a life jacket and a safety line in case you get too cold or something like that.”

“Please, Mistress Darla,” Maddy whined. “I don’t like cold water. Couldn’t we just pull the float lines in and then reel them up?”

Darla didn’t say anything, but instead reached into her duffle bag and retrieved the shock stick that she had demonstrated to Maddy the day before. Maddy stood and quivered silently in front of her Mistress for a moment, but finally bowed her head and said softly, “Yes, Mistress Darla.”

Maddy put on the life jacket and Darla led her down to the edge of the water where sat a small trailer with a large metal reel mounted on it. Darla explained, “It is very simple. You wade out to the main float line and detach the separator section. Then you hang on to it and I will reel you back to shore as I wind up the float line on this reel. After we finish with that one, we move the reel over to the other segment and you go back into the water for the second section.”

Darla ran her hand over Maddy’s head, almost like she were petting a dog. “After that you can go over and warm yourself up by the fire before we bring in the main section. You got that?”

“Yes, Mistress Darla,” Maddy replied, “But…”

“But what?!” Darla snapped.

“May I put more wood on the fire first, Mistress Darla?” Maddy begged. “Otherwise it might be burned down too low by the time we’ve finished.”

Darla laughed, “OK, lily, you can put more wood on the fire. And stack a couple more pieces next to the fire ring so you can build it up again when you need it.” She petted Maddy’s head once again and said, “See, you are starting to think ahead. You’re learning.”

A few minutes later, the fire was heaped high and several logs were stacked nearby. “Let’s go,” ordered Darla, and Maddy began wading out into the water. She shrieked slightly from the cold as she first stepped into the water and continued to yelp and gasp with each step as she slowly waded out to the main float line that marked the swimming area. The water was not quite waist deep, but as she walked, the icy liquid splashed against her sex, causing her to both yelp and moan.

“My God,” Darla yelled from the shore, “even this is turning you on. I should have called you insatiable rather than lily.”

Maddy was shivering slightly when Darla finished reeling her back to the shore. “Get the next one and then you can warm up by the fire,” Darla said as she and Maddy pulled the reel trailer over to the next segment.

This time Maddy did not yelp quite as much as she waded into the water, but because the water was deeper, more of her body was in the icy water and she was shivering continuously by the time she had disconnected the line and almost violently by the time Darla had her reeled back onto the shore.

“Take off the life jacket and get over by the fire,” Darla said.

“Thank you, Mistress Darla,” Maddy chattered out as she scampered over to kneel next to the fire. Soon she was no longer shivering as she slowly turned in the sand on her knees to allow the warmth of the fire to penetrate her body.

“I will let you say when you are ready,” Darla said as Maddy relaxed and stopped shivering.

Several minutes later Maddy said, “I’m ready, Mistress Darla. May I build up the fire again before going back into the water?”

“Of course,” Darla answered and Maddy responded with an automatic, “Thank you, Mistress Darla.”

This time, Maddy did not have to wade out into the water, but instead had to merely walk around the shore to the other end of the float line, disconnect it, and then allow Darla to reel her across the lake as she wound up the line. The disadvantage to this was that it pulled Maddy on her stomach through deeper water with the result that she was almost totally immersed in the water.

Consequently, she was once again shivering violently as she was reeled up onto the shore and scampered over to the fire as soon as Darla gave her permission. Again, she knelt as close to the fire as possible as she warmed her body. But this time, as she began to relax, she spread her legs slightly and slipped one hand into her slit. The other hand was rubbing her breast and tweaking her nipple. She looked over at Darla and said hopefully, “May I, Mistress? May I, please?”

Darla laughed a deep laugh and answered, “OK, lily, you may cum. It is your reward for doing a good job. In fact, you can cum as many times as you want in the next thirty minutes.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Maddy groaned as her hand went deeper into her cunt. She continued to stroke herself for several minutes until she finally gasped out in orgasm, then she sat on her knees facing the fire with her legs very wide and continued to stroke herself softly for the rest of the half hour.

“Time to go back to the cabin,” Darla finally said. “Shovel some sand over that fire to make sure it is smothered and then put your collar and leash back on.”

“Yes, Mistress Darla,” Maddy responded.

A few minutes later they were retracing their steps back to the cabin. When they got there, Darla told Maddy, “You clean yourself up and then fix us some lunch. After lunch you can have an hour for whatever you want to do– as long as you don’t cum.”

“Yes, Mistress Darla.”

***

Darla spent the hour after lunch relaxing, almost napping, on the bed. Maddy spent the time kneeling in front of the fire. Her knees were widely spread, as they had been on the beach, and she was slowly stroking her body and occasionally running her hand through her slit. “Remember, you don’t cum unless I allow it!” Darla barked from the bed when Maddy began to moan softly.

Maddy didn’t answer, but instead closed her eyes and slowed her hands and fingers so that they were barely moving. At the end of the hour, Darla announced, “Time to do a favor for W,” and then took her suitcase out of the closet and placed it on the bed.

“Let’s see what we have in the goodie box, shall we?” Darla muttered as she began pulling items out of the case. “Get your white ass over here,” she barked loudly and Maddy quickly jumped to her feet and hurried over to Darla’s side.

Maddy’s eyes widened slightly as she caught sight of the very shiny, somewhat large, metal bikini that Darla was holding. “You know what this is?” Darla asked as she approached.

“I think it’s a chastity belt,” answered Maddy. “I’ve seen pictures on line.” She paused as she looked more closely at what Darla was holding. “But it seems a little larger and there’s something strange about the cups.”

“There is something strange about this whole device,” Darla replied with a laugh. “That’s because it is much more than just a chastity belt.” She held up the two pieces in her hand and said, “This is a Model 37, Programmable Edging Teaser, which will be marketed as the PET 37. According to W, it is capable of taking you to the very edge and keeping you there for days. But we are going to primarily be testing its manual override mode this afternoon.”

She handed what was apparently the bottoms of the device to Maddy and ordered, “Put this on.” She then laughed and said, “It says to be sure to lubricate the probes to insure easy entry, but I think you have more than enough lubricant already flowing. Just smear a little of that back onto your asshole so the anal plug slides in a little easier.”

Maddy squatted down slightly and pushed her hand through her slit and back over her rosebud. Her fingers were slick with her cunt juices and easily entered her ass. After repeating that action several times, she pulled the metal bikini up over her legs until the two dildos were just touching her cunt and asshole.

“What are you waiting for?” snapped Darla. “Shove it in!”

Maddy did so with a slight gasp. “Sorry, Mistress,” she said. “They’re cold.”

As she was slipping her arms through the metal bands which supported the top piece, Darla came up behind her and pulled the waistband of the bottoms together tightly. A soft click indicated that she had somehow locked it in place. A moment later, the top was also squeezed shut and locked in place. Then Maddy felt Darla’s fingers grasp the bottoms as if she were connecting something, which is exactly what she was doing. The batteries in the dildos powered the entire system and a small cable connected the bottoms to the tops.

“How’s that feel?” Darla asked.

“OK, I guess,” Maddy replied. Then after a short paused added, “Mistress Darla.”

Darla held up a remote control and explained, “This controls the PET. The bottoms work about as you would imagine. The dildos can vibrate…” She pressed a button on the control and Maddy moaned slightly. “… or move…” Another button was pressed and Maddy’s moan increased in volume. “… or deliver a shock from mild and stimulating to severe and painful.” Two more button presses caused Maddy to once again moan and then shriek in pain.

“And of course,” Darla said with a chuckle, “all of those functions can be programed by the remote or by any smart device.”

She held up the remote so Maddy could see it clearly. “But there are several devices on the market that can do all of that,” she continued. “What makes the PET 37 unique is the automatic programming which senses a woman’s state of arousal and automatically does what is necessary to take you to the very edge without ever allowing you to cum.”

She laughed her deep laugh and touched another button on the remote. “And that is only the bottoms. The top is absolutely unique in what it can do.”

Maddy gasped as something that felt like small rollers suddenly turned very slightly and pulled at her nipples. “There are two ‘manipulator bars’ on the end of each bra cup,” Darla said as she tapped her finger lightly against one of the metal cups that covered Maddy’s breasts. “They can turn slightly to pull on your little tittie tips like they are now.” Darla pressed a button. “Or they can really stretch out those nubs.”

Maddy squeaked as the device pulled painfully at her nipples. “They also move slightly side to side, sort of like someone rolling your nipple between their fingers.” Darla pressed another button and then asked, “Does that feel like someone’s finger playing with your nipple.”

Maddy gasped slightly and answered, “Yes, Mistress Darla. It is almost like someone is tweaking my nipples with their fingers.”

“Good,” Darla replied. “Then it’s time for us to go for another walk.”

Maddy’s collar was still around her neck, so all Darla had to do was attach the leash and pull Maddy toward the door. As they started up the path, Maddy stopped suddenly and gave a groaning intake of breath.

“Ah, yes,” Darla said. “It will be in automatic mode as we walk. I will switch it over to manual when we get to Echo Peak.”

Darla walked quickly up that path with Maddy following behind her, struggling against the continuous arousal of the PET 37 as she walked. Occasionally, Maddy would yelp loudly as the PET shocked her cunt, ass or breasts to bring her back from the brink of an orgasm. Once, after the manipulator bars in the breast cups pressed together to squeeze her nipples painfully, Maddy whined softly, “This isn’t fair.”

“No this isn’t fair,” Darla replied with an overly exaggerated emphasis on the word fair. “Fair is where you win blue ribbons for pigs and pies.” She snorted and continued, “This is life… your life as my little lily-white pain-slut slave!”

“Yes, Mistress Darla,” Maddy replied in what she hoped was a very obedient tone of voice.

The path went through the birch stand where Darla had tied Maddy only the day before and continued winding its way up the mountain until it ended at a large, flat area on one side of the mountain near the top.

“This is Echo Peak,” Darla announced. “That cliff behind us and the valley in front of us work together to create echos.” She then yelled, “Hello!” out toward the valley below them. “Hello, hello, hello, hello…” echoed back. “You can hear that for sure back in camp, maybe even in town,” she said with a smile. “And luckily for you, you don’t even have to be standing right at the edge.”

Darla pulled Maddy back from the steep dropoff to the back edge of the flat area against a sheer rock wall and once again yelled, “Hello!” If anything, the returning echo was louder than when Darla had yelled while standing right at the edge of the cliff.

Darla pointed to the ground and said, “You are going to stand here by the wall, while I stand over in the center of this ledge and see what echoes we can create.” She paused a moment and then ordered loudly, “Present yourself!”

Maddy looked at her blankly for just a second before remembering and putting her body into the position which Darla had specified. Her hands were on her head with her elbows pulled back; her back was very straight; and her feet were spread a little more than shoulder width apart.

“A little slow on the uptake, lily, but I won’t punish you this time,” Darla said softly. “I think the PET has you a little distracted.”

Darla pressed several buttons on the remote and smiled. Then she said, “But you are about to become a lot more distracted.”

Maddy’s eyes opened wide and she gasped loudly as the vibrators in both the dildo and the anal plug sprang to life. In the quiet of the mountaintop, it almost sounded like two angry wasps buzzing around her. Then the dildo began to pump and squirm inside of her.

“Ahhhh” she groaned out, and Darla said sharply, “Remember, slave, you may not cum until I say you can.”

Maddy’s only response was another intense moan. She then gave what sounded like a combination of a grunt and a moan as the nipple stimulators began moving. The small rods holding her nipples squeezed slightly tighter and then began rolling in and out and moving from side to side at the same time. The effect was as if someone were rolling her nipple between their fingers.

Her legs were starting to quiver and her voice was becoming a series of low grunts, “Uh, uh, uh, uh,” that were in time with the thrusting of the dildo within her. Those thrusts were synchronized with the movements of the nipple rods, so it was difficult to know whether it was the stimulation to her cunt or her breasts that was exciting her the most.

Her eyes were growing wider and wider. Her legs– and her entire body– were beginning to shake. She was right on the verge of a powerful orgasm when suddenly Darla pointed the remote at her and pushed one of the large buttons near the top of the device.

Maddy’s scream echoed through the mountains, “AIEEE! AIEEe!, AIEee, AIeee, Aieee, aieee….”

“I’m sure they heard that one in camp,” Darla said with a laugh. Maddy was now on her knees on the hard ground.

“Present yourself!” Darla commanded, and Maddy struggled to rise and get into the proper position.

Darla said nothing, but pushed a different button on the remote and the stimulation of the dildos and the nipple bars began once more. Again, she waited until Maddy was right at the brink of orgasm before unleashing the electrical torment that pulled Maddy away from that desired climax and release.

This time the scream was not quite as loud, but it still echoed through the valley. The third time the scream was even less loud, and the fourth time there was barely an echo.

“Interesting,” Darla said quietly as she once again activated the dildos and the nipple bars. “It’s starting to get late,” she observed. Then she walked up directly in front of Maddy and said, “This time you may cum… when I tell you to. There will be no shocks, just pleasure.”

Soon, Maddy as again shaking and quivering as the PET 37 drove her higher and higher. “Hold it off! Hold it off!” Darla commanded.

Maddy was now wailing continuously as if exerting a tremendous amount of effort for some important task. “Please,” she said weakly. “Please, let me cum. I can’t hold it back any longer.”

In response, Darla held up her hand with her fingers spread. “On the count of five,” she said and then began closing the digits of her hand one at a time starting with her thumb. Maddy’s wailing grew louder and louder as the pinkie, then the ring finger, then the middle finger closed.

When the pointer finger finally closed, a new scream echoed through the valley. This time it was not an “Aieee!” of pain, but rather an “Aaaaahhhhh!” of orgasm that reverberated from the adjacent peaks.

“That one,” said Darla, “I’m sure they heard in town.”

Maddy was now on her back on the hard ground, her body thrashing and convulsing in one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. “Time to go back to the cabin and clean up for our closing banquet,” said Darla softly.

As Maddy wobbled to her feet and held out her leash to her Mistress, Darla said, “I’m setting this on level one for the rest of the evening.” Then Darla took the leash and led her back to the cabin.

“W says this is totally waterproof,” Darla said when they got back, “but I’m taking it off of you so you can shower and wash the dust and stink off yourself. Besides, I want to put it in its charger for a while so it will be at full power for tonight and tomorrow.”

An hour later, they began walking back to the main camp. Darla was wearing her jeans and a camp shirt. Maddy was wearing a loose-fitting dress and sandals. It looked a little inadequate for the evening chill, but not so much as to cause a great deal of notice. Besides, it set her apart as someone “above” the others.

When they got to the main lodge, the rest of the office was already gathered. There was a roaring fire in the lodge’s huge fireplace and everyone was talking loudly. When Darla and Maddy entered the room, everything suddenly became quiet.

“Don’t worry,” Darla said loudly. “Things have changed. Miss B is now just Miss Birch. She will be a good manager from now on.” She laughed slightly and added, “And Jessie tells me you are no longer a bunch of squabbling children.”

Despite Darla’s assurances, the room remained quiet until everyone was directed to go through the serving area to pick up their meals. Once the people were again seated and eating, the noise of conversation slowly began to again fill the room.

After everyone had eaten and the plates and table service returned to the kitchen, Jessie stood up at the head table and said. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached the end of this experience. It is time to look back and see how we each have changed. We are going to go around the room and each of you will say what the most important change has been in this weekend.”

Most of the people said something like, “I learned better ways to communicate with my fellow employees and how to better handle minor conflicts.” Twila said that she had not realized how much the rest of the office appreciated what she did for them.

Ramone’s comments were the most surprising. He stood very nervously and said, “I never realized that what I thought were funny comments were being taken as sexual attacks. I’m sorry if I upset any of you. If I say something I shouldn’t in the future, just tell me. Eventually, I’ll figure out what is OK and what isn’t.”

As Ramone was speaking, Darla looked over at Maddy and raised her eyebrows. Maddy just lowered her eyes in response. When everyone had finished, Darla stood to speak. “I am going to tell you all the absolute truth,” she began. “The jerks in upper management thought this weekend would be a failure and that nothing could turn our office around. In fact, they were going to use the failure of this weekend to fire me, Miss Birch, and about half of you. But you have shown them– and yourself– that you can change. All we have to do now is go back and put these changes to work, and your jobs– and mine– are secure.”

There was a huge round of applause, but then Twila raised her hand. “Darla,” she said, “that is all fine and good, but in our discussions here it became very apparent that a lot of the problem is from the top… yes, I mean Miss Birch. She wasn’t here with us. Most of us are afraid that when we go back, she will still be the same and all of this will be for nothing.”

“Good point!” Darla said emphatically. “And two things have changed that you don’t know about yet. One, I am calling most of the shots from now on. You all know that I am fair and know what I am doing.” There was a murmuring of approval to Darla’s comment. “And two, from now on I control The Mad Bitch, not the other way around.”

There was a large, collective gasp at the public use of the name by which almost everyone in the office privately referred to Maddy. “How can we be sure of that?” asked someone from the back of the room.

Darla turned to Maddy who was seated next to her and ordered in a loud voice, “Present yourself!”

Maddy jumped to her feet and in one, smooth motion dragged her dress over her head and placed her hands on the top of her head. The glow of the fire in the fireplace reflected from the bright metal PET 37.

“No one must ever know of this!” Darla said firmly. “If this becomes known, it all falls apart. But The Mad Bitch is dead. Meet my new slave, lily.”

Maddy’s face colored a very deep red as the room began applauding and screaming. When things returned to relative quiet, Darla said loudly, “You will tell no one of this! You will call her Miss Birch or Miss B.”

She looked around the room and rapidly made eye contact with each person there before continuing, “You will treat her with respect or you will answer to me! Amanda Birch is still your boss!” Then she smiled and finished with, “But if you have questions or need something done, you come to me!”

The room again erupted in applause and Darla turned to Maddy and said, “Put your dress back on and sit down.” Jessie then stood and announced that the last item of business for the night was a group picture and that everyone should stand behind the head table.

After the picture, everyone was told that they could remain at the lodge for snacks or return to their cabins. Most stayed until late in the evening. Darla and Maddy also stayed. Many people came up to speak with Darla. They acknowledged Maddy sitting next to her on the couch, but their conversation was with Darla.

It would have been difficult to have a conversation with Maddy anyway. Her eyes seemed almost glazed over, and she periodically took deep intakes of breath. Her face was flushed and at times she held her arms very tightly together. It was almost as if she were on the brink of orgasm and was struggling not to climax in public– which is exactly what was going on.

The next day, Maddy wore the same dress– and the same expression on her face– as they traveled home. Darla once again sat up front in the seat across from the driver where the leader of the group should sit. Maddy sat alone, moaning and quivering, in the back of the bus.

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Just before Christmas, Maddy was moved up into a supervisory position that had opened up due to a retirement. Her boss made the announcement to the office and added, “You know, a couple month ago, I was ready to fire her and about half of this office. And James over in acquisitions was ready to sell off that camp. But now you are the most productive and efficient office in the company. And there is a backlog of clients waiting to go through the wilderness turnaround experience.”

He then turned to Darla and said, “And Jessie says that the secret to turning around an office like this is to talk to the second in command. I’m making sure that you stay with Amanda Birch from now on.” He laughed slightly, “Besides, Maddy often says that she wouldn’t know what to do unless you told her.”

“I just give her some suggestions once in a while,” Darla replied. “It’s not like I’m the master and she’s the slave taking orders.”

The supervisor said something else, but it was drowned out by the laughter of the entire office.

Finally he just shook his head and said, “Things really have changed around here, haven’t they?”

“That they have, Mr. Arnold,” Darla said. “That they have.”

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Epilogue (A section nobody reads that wraps up the loose ends in the story.)

Six years later Amanda Jo Birch was named a vice-president of the company. Darla Lewis was still her administrative assistant. Maddy’s rise to such a level was the subject of several articles in well-known magazines and more than a few segments on morning news shows.

There were also several articles about Darla. One of which was entitled, “The Power Behind the Throne.” Darla, herself, became a news story for a short while after the release of a book entitled,“Behind Every Powerful Woman Is An Even More Powerful Secretary.”

The book was written under the pseudonym, Sara DeWille, and the cover of the book showed a drawing of a black woman of Darla’s approximate size and shape standing on her desk in full dominatrix attire holding a black leather whip in her hand. An interviewer asked her whether she was, in fact, the basis for that book. She laughed and replied, “You will have to ask Sara that question. Only she knows for sure.”

No one ever asked Sara because no one knew who she was. The book had been written anonymously and all royalties went to a scholarship fund for black female business management students. Those few who recognized that Sara DeWille was an anagram of Darla Lewis apparently kept that information to themselves.

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