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Beauty knew this too and therefore chose to prolong her agony. It was sublime for her to switch roles and dominate. This period in the stable was part of her graduation from the school. In reality she was a dominatrix, but in the strict regime of Madam Honfleur, no one was allowed to be one without spending time understanding the role of the submissive. For her she had been made to spend two years in this role, with some at the school never knowing her as anything other than Marcel and Madam's favourite mare. Until this day she had no idea when her subjugation would finish. However tonight was special and had been ordered by Madam herself. Tomorrow night, after one more day as a horse, she would return to her dominant position and leave the school to practice in London under the name of Madam de Fleur. Then Beauty saw the open cupboard, just to the right of the slut and pinned to it was a large printed instruction, together with some fearsome looking instruments with which she was totally familiar as a victim. It confirmed that this was definitely more than just a treat.

Yes, Elisabeth Honours-Graham, daughter of Lord Michael Honours-Graham the Lord Chancellor and one of the most powerful men in Britain had graduated. Tonight was her treat, and one she knew her father would heartily approve of.

Well it was he and his wife, Lady Daphne, who had sent her to Madam Honfleur. She would be leaving in 48 hours, and my teenage slut would be there at least another three weeks. Beauty felt so proud that she would be pivotal to the re-education of the foul-mouthed bitch. She picked up the first tool -- a thin willow cane. She saw Zeta's eyes widen but no muffled sounds left that slutty mouth. She also saw the pink tip of the engorged clitoris peeking from the shaven pussy. So tempting, she thought. How would the slut cope with a few swift strikes to her most delicate parts? But that will be the subject of another chapter...the full submission of Zeta the Slut...

Chapter 6 -- N.U.D.E. Ltd

But let's just go back and catch up with Nirvana's education...

I'd heard of N.U.D.E. Ltd through a dear friend of mine who had discovered the place purely by accident. Miss Helene Jean Ponsonby owns a large company in the same block and went there out of curiosity, hoping to find out what the initials meant. Having been single most of her life, dedicated to her business and helping her (now deceased) father run the family company, on his death she was looking for something new to do with herself. Well, N.U.D.E. opened her up literally to hundreds of new sensations. It changed her in so many ways and I was lucky enough to meet her at Madam Honfleur's whom she had been recommended by the therapists to visit when next in England.

We had spent hours together at Madam's, usually with her fucking and sucking me to exhaustion. She loved to put on the harness and trappings of a horse, becoming the mare during the day and pulling me or the others around. Being naked and whipped delighted her. However, she was most definitely bi and usually dominant too, so this was just a game and no more. Sometimes I took the reins, others the harness and bit. I had three wonderful weeks with her and we became firm friends always promising that if we could help each other with anything, we would. Now it was my time to enlist her services to help with Nirvana's therapy.

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Mavis had been 'crestfallen' when they arrived at the hotel only to find there had been a double booking and her suite had been sold. She stood at reception fussing and arguing with the sole booking clerk who unbeknown to Nirvana was part of the set-up. It had taken a good deal of money by Helene to get this staid 'jobsworth' of a woman to collude with the plan. There were plenty of rooms available until the Clerk was persuaded to sell them all to my friend, making a tidy commission on her sales, but also meaning that Nirvana would be in a position where she would feel obliged to help Mavis out.

"Look, my fiancé Paul has ordered a suite for me, why not come and share it? I would feel awful if you were left out here looking for another room in a town you do not know."

"Oh surely not, I could not impose..."

"Nonsense, I would be delighted to share with you Mavis. You have already been so kind to me. Come on, come and stay. We can sort this out tomorrow. When do you next have vacancies?" she asked the clerk.

"I am so sorry, madam, but with a conference in the city this week, it will not be possible for Ms Mapledorum to have a suite for at least ten days," lied the clerk, who was starting to take a secret delight in this deception. In fact, the additional promise by Ms Ponsonby of free time at that unusually named spa therapy centre was irresistible now.

"Well there is no choice but for you to stay with me Mavis. There it is."

"Why thank you," she said, hugging Nirvana close to her, her hands low on my fiancé's back. This enabled her to hitch the little skirt high enough to show the clerk Nirvana's naked arse. No time like the present to reinforce her charge's subservience and advertise her dominance. She heard the little intake of breath, but there was no 'tut-tut' or 'well really'. It was a reaction not lost on the predatory Mavis, but that is a story for another day. "Come on then Nirvana, let's get to that room," she continued, giving my betrothed her case to carry again, which she did unquestioningly for the second time in 24 hours.

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The suite was huge, with a super king-sized brass bed in the centre of the bedroom. There were flowers to each side and a box of chocolates on the pillows. The lounge adjacent to it looked out over the city from its high vantage point and contained the biggest TV Nirvana had ever seen complete with complementary DVD player, satellite system and in-hotel movies, all housed in an antique-style cabinet. All the furniture was in the baroque style. Nirvana had never seen such opulence in a hotel room, unless it was on the television when a celebrity or royalty was being featured.

She stretched up, yawning, suddenly feeling the tiredness of the flight and all the sexual play they had indulged in. There was a tiny smidgen of guilt creeping in, thinking about the lesbian scene but then she felt the wetness increase in her pussy and her sexual hunger resurfaced. However, she knew she needed sleep and turned back into the room to speak to Mavis.

She looked in and smiled. There, already in bed was her companion, soundly sleeping. Her clothes were neatly folded on a bedside chair and it was clear she was naked under the sheets. Nirvana shrugged her shoulders, slipped her dress over her head and climbed into the warm bed. She sneaked a look down at the sleeping woman, admiring her toned body and the large, soft breasts that she lightly kissed before laying in her arms enjoying the sensuality of their nude bodies pressed against each other and joining her in slumber.

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It was nearly ten hours later that Nirvana awoke, alone in the bed. Had she dreamt that Mavis had stayed with her and naked too? She felt disorientated and struggled to get her bearings, getting out of bed and padding naked to the marble tiled bathroom. It was a wet-room with huge mirrors everywhere, two sinks with gold taps, two showers, a bidet and a toilet.

She sat on the seat, letting out a long stream of piss. There was something so satisfying relieving herself in this luxury room. She looked down, admiring her shaven pussy and smelling the urine which secretly turned her on but was again one of those taboos that she could not mention to her fiancé; but which she admitted later in her diary notes for the day. She'd always been fascinated by the simple act of peeing; watching and feeling the stream leave her body and sometimes fantasising about a man pissing inside her like some students of the tantric arts could do. When she'd read about that she had obsessed about it for days, masturbating repeatedly. It was yet another hidden need and although she suppressed it, somehow it never went away. Today she slid her hand into her pee-soaked slit, enjoying its warmth and slipping her fingers up and down the soiled lips of her sex until her clitoris began to rise from its hood. She noticed that she was becoming bristly again, stopping her pleasure to look around the bathroom for the right implements to correct the untidiness of 'morning shadow'.

Nirvana got up, feeling incredibly aroused by both her masturbation and by the thought of rubbing foam onto her pussy and feeling the excitement of a sharp razor smoothing away the stubble; plus the promise of feeling a smooth, sexy cunt. She bent to turn on the bidet taps, next to her, aware of her multiple reflections and admiring her breasts that swung freely. She liked her body more than she had at any time in her life. The hard, dark nipples on their large globes looked even bigger under the bright lights and she loved her perfectly flat belly gained by hours in the gym. Her hands stroked her long legs, and between her thighs, where the fading essence of pee was being replaced by the stronger one of her copious juice. She twisted to look at her arse, its twin cheeks firm and dark brown. Yes, she had a body men and women would love, but still there was so much in her head that denied her full freedom to express the sexuality. The scene on the plane was wrong she told herself, her mind starting to tell her off, denying her what she most wanted and she began to feel guilty about the pleasure she had sought after peeing. Now she was seeking more illicit fun by shaving herself. By now, her brain was telling her it was bad to want this, no matter what her body was feeling. No, she would just have a shower and leave her pussy alone.

She hadn't noticed Mavis enter the bathroom. She'd been standing naked at the door, watching. Her intuition told her what Nirvana was thinking. She'd watched her smiles as she admired her sexy curves fade and be replaced by a frown that suggested doubt. Mavis knew she had to act, quickly. She looked over at where Nirvana had glanced a few times, seeing the shaving set.

"Oh God, I see your pussy needs a good shave," Mavis said pleasantly in her plummy voice. "Come, sit on that bidet and give your cunt a wash while I take this set out of its packaging."

"But..."

"No buts, that pussy is getting like a bristle brush. Here, get on that bidet."

Mavis was back in charge, the tone changing. There was no arguing as Nirvana obediently opened her thighs wide, exposing herself to her friend and secretly enjoying it. There was that familiar mix of humiliation with the thrill of being naked and exposed. Her nipples hardened again, proclaiming what her mind tried to deny.

"Now, let your Mistress do her job," Mavis said, taking total command as she tore open the plastic bag that held the shaving kit.

Nirvana placed herself literally in Mavis's hands. The next hour was one of total pleasure for both of them as the scraping razor was eventually replaced by exploring fingers and tongue. My fiancé was already beginning her treatment as N.U.D.E. LTD had choreographed this apparently accidental discovery in the bathroom. Her doubts and regression were anticipated, so Mavis had been instructed to take control as soon as Nirvana was at her most vulnerable, i.e. on or just after her toilet. A bristly pussy was the perfect excuse. Of course the shaving kit had been strategically placed rather than in its usual cupboard.

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After more mind-blowing sex, with Nirvana not given a second to doubt how right or wrong it was to have such intense pleasure, she dressed again in the clothes I had bought her. She hadn't even noticed that in that hour with Mavis the balance between giving and receiving had been shifted subtly to 60% her companion's desires being met and 40% her own. What she was aware of was how much she had enjoyed giving delight to the insatiable needs of Mavis whom for all intents and purposes had on the surface appeared staid, but under that facade was intensely dominant and demanding. It had been a trait that I had noted to Madam Honfleur.

"Ok, time to go meet Dominic your therapist at N.U.D.E. Ltd. Are you ready?" Mavis asked, walking up to her and lifting the little skirt of Nirvana's dress to check she was without panties. It was a requirement I had placed on her to report each day that my fiancé was sticking to the instructions. She ran her hand over the smooth pussy skin, revelling in the softness of the labia that immediately began to engorge. 'Such a hungry little slut,' Mavis thought.

"Mavis, what is this therapist like?" Nirvana asked, trying desperately to stay disciplined when all she wanted was to plead with Mavis to sink her fingers into her hungry cunt. Mavis had finished their session quite abruptly, leaving her on the brink of her final orgasm that morning. Her whole body had been aroused and then abandoned.

"He has a huge dick and the firmest pair of arse cheeks I am told," were all that Mavis said, leaving out what she now knew about him. She had spoken to my friend Helene about him on the phone that morning. It had been apparently like two Dommes comparing notes and looking for what pleasure they could share from all this. Well, fair is fair, I was the same.

"Right my slut, let's get that taxi," her companion said, running her hands over Nirvana's bare arse cheeks as she pushed her gently forward to the door.

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The drive in the taxi was torture for Nirvana as Mavis instructed her to spread her skirt and place her bare arse on the cool leather. However, her companion had slipped her hand under her and left her fingers pressing against her but not moving. She knew she was being teased, but my fiancé could not find the voice to plead for Mavis to pleasure her. The dominance of my PA impressed itself onto her psyche. This was just as Dominic at N.U.D.E. had advised.

By the time they reached the therapy centre, Mavis's hand had become a barometer of Nirvana's state of mind and body. Her fingers were coated with my dark skinned beauty's juice and the taxi smelled strongly of her essence. Even the taxi driver, a lumbering blob of a man, was clearly being aroused by the aroma that wafted around. Mavis thought it was probably the most exercise the man had had in years as he shifted constantly in his seat. She guessed he was puzzled by the stiffness of his cock and the thoughts that she was sure would be invading his brain.

"Ah, there it is!" Nirvana shouted excitedly in a mix of relief and anticipation, pointing out the brass plaque outside the building. Mavis was to note later that she was surprised by my fiancé's acute powers of observation. To her it was such an innocuous sign, easily missed unless being sought by those in the know. However, this observation was minor at the time, she had something else to address at that time.

"Nirvana!" she snapped, sharply. "You must keep you decorum. Outbursts like that will not be approved of any slut."

"Sorry," Nirvana mumbled, feeling suddenly very contrite for an outpouring of feeling that was more akin to her daughter's impulsive behaviour than her own.

"Now pay the taxi driver."

"But I have no money. I have travelled light," Nirvana said in a slightly panicky voice, having in her lustful state forgotten again about her lack of funds.

"Oh, no, not the fare, that is covered by the hotel. I mean the tip," Mavis replied, giving her a very lustful wink and with her eyes travelling down Nirvana's body to her pussy.

'Does she really expect me to show him that?' she thought, the anticipated shame shocking and yet arousing her. Could she really show this ugly man her shaven pussy? The more she thought about it, the more it excited her. He was too fat and slow to grab for her, besides there was the glass of the dividing screen between them. She watched as Mavis reached for her hem, ready to take control if she did not do it.

"No, Mavis, my treat," she said assertively, seizing the little skirt herself and then called to the driver. "I haven't any change for your tip but turn your mirror more my way and you can have an image to tell your colleagues and maybe even your wife about," she invited in her most seductive voice

Mavis noted how she waited patiently for him to process the instruction and turn his passenger mirror down and to the centre. Then Nirvana lifted her skirt slowly, first with her legs together, before again very slowly parting her legs until she was wide open. The pussy glistened in the light of the morning. The smell of cunt juice was heady in the air.

"Thank you," he said, staring into his mirror and shifting again rapidly in his seat.

"I suggest you go and have a wank now, " Nirvana advised calmly, though she was later to tell me she had a perverse thought about imagining him spurting his cum all over her bare pussy lips. At that moment, his excessive weight attracted her. It would be many months though before she was able to practice what she fantasised about and realised that every body form has its attractions in the right context and with the right people.

Mavis pulled her from the taxi, laughing loudly. "Come on, Dominic and his wife Dominique are waiting."

Nirvana left her final gift, bending low as she exited the cab, her arsehole and cunt lips naked and exposed as the skirt of her dress rose high. This was something so forbidden from her past, so dirty and yet so deliciously humiliating and exciting to her now. A little flashback of a harsh spanking by her mother for repeatedly and stubbornly sitting inappropriately as a girl rushed through her head. Then it was bad, but now juice dribbled from her pussy as she walked the short distance to the therapy centre, enjoying what had been forbidden.

Mavis pressed the intercom, spoke to the receptionist and they entered the warm but small lobby. There was a formality about the décor, just as Nirvana expected a clinic to be. A quick scan by my fiancé took in the fact that the chairs were chromium plated steel, with white leather seats and backs. The table was white; the floor a dark blue in that functional Flotex© -like carpet that could be washed so efficiently. Magazines were stacked neatly in their racks, with just a few laid out on that table. The walls were white too, with small paintings lining them at about eye level. Lighting was subdued, subtle and mainly from sodium uplighters that gave a diffused glow.

They approached the receptionist, which was the point at which Nirvana noticed some differences. The top of the reception area was a wooden surface, no different from any other one anywhere in the world probably, but the front had a band of clear glass about two feet wide between some very light frosting that in itself could not be described as functional. It was not the usual modesty panel. In fact, the receptionist's thighs were wide open and Nirvana was sure that if she bent lower she would be able to see the woman's panties. That immediately aroused her curiosity and more so when this beautiful receptionist kept opening and closing her knees slightly from their already wide position.

"Hello, I am Dominique and she must be Nirvana?" she said addressing Mavis.

'She?' Nirvana said to herself. 'They are speaking about me and not to me,' she thought, feeling a little anger but then the distraction of Dominique's open thighs seemed to draw her like a magnet. Her 'pussy radar' was on full power! What had been unleashed since I had made the financial contract with her?

"Yes, she is. And you are as pretty as you sounded on the phone," affirmed Mavis, flattering and flirting outrageously with Dominique. "I'm so looking forward to my sessions with you and your husband. And I hope you can tame this sex maniac here into a real submissive slut for my boss."

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