Corinna - Female Warrior Part III. 
By Janet
The Mistresses Apprentice


Linda reversed her car into our garage and we bundled Larry into the trunk.
My mother watched from a short distance not really sure what was happening.

"Give me a couple of days Mum and we'll talk." I gave a brief wave goodbye
and Linda pulled away.

It's only a three minute drive to Linda's along Beach Road and in no time
at all we were walking Larry up the stairs to her apartment. No one saw or
heard anything. Once we were inside Larry was told to shower and clean
himself up. While he did that Linda and I prepared her spare room.

 When he finally emerged from the bathroom a more pathetic sight I hadn't
seen. Completely hairless from his neck to his feet, his shriveled penis
and tight scrotum added to his ridiculous appearance. Linda and I laughed
at him. "Get in there." Linda demanded. He quickly crawled into his new
home. It was empty except for a mattress.

"What is going on?" He was brave enough to ask, stupid really, because
Linda laid into him. She swung her foot into his poor unprotected nuts and
before he could utter another word she hit him again and then grabbed him
by the balls and squeezed. I stood over him.

"Any more questions you dumb fuck?" I asked.

He squirmed real tears in his eyes. "No Mistress" He meekly replied

"Good but since you asked I'll tell you what is going on. Your wife, my
mother, doesn't want you any more but I do. I reckon you'll be a real
catch. What do you earn a year 160, 170 thousand? I'm not sure on the
details yet but we'll have something drawn up in the next few days." I
tapped his face "That's what's going on Larry. Any more questions?"

"You can't.AAAAGGH!" Linda applied a bit more pressure to his already
busted balls and he squealed like a stuck pig.

"He won't learn will he?" We tied him up and gagged him and left him in the
room.

Over the next couple of hours we went out and bought a couple of bits and
pieces. We bought a collar and chain a lock and hasp for the door a real
cat of nine tails handcuffs and a strapon dildo! And his training began.

We fitted the collar around his neck and attached the chain to it we then
hand cuffed him and we started to interrogate him.

"You heard what Pat said. She no longer loves you, and who can blame her
look at you. But what will happen should she decide to divorce you. The
court will probably split everything down the middle you come out of it
with half of the house and everything else. Then you go off on one of your
junkets to the Philippines or somewhere no maintenance payments for months,
my mother and sisters will suffer. Why should they have to suffer simply
because their father is a pervert? So I've come up with this simple plan.
You stay married to Pat but you live with me!"

Larry knelt before me stunned at what I was suggesting but smart enough to
keep his comments to himself.

"When do you go away again?" I asked.

"Another couple of weeks." He mumbled.

I slapped him hard across the face knocking his head against the wall.

"That's 'Another couple of weeks Mistress Corinna'".  I corrected.

"Another couple of weeks Mistress Corinna." He echoed

"That will give us plenty of time to put things in place." Said Linda.

'Please Mistress Corinna, Mistress Linda, please I'm sorry for what I've
done.

"Believe me Larry you have no idea just how sorry you're going to be this
is just the tip of the iceberg, by the time you go away again I guarantee
you going to be sorrier than you are now, infinitely sorrier".

"Please no." Linda hit him again.

We screwed a ring into the wall and locked his chain to the ring. With his
hands cuffed behind him he was going nowhere and was completely at our
mercy. I gagged him and then Linda started to whip him.

She was dressed like she always was, white blouse and a navy blue mini
skirt. Her light brown hair tied in a casual ponytail. She let him have it.
I left her to it and went back into the front room and unpacked the dildo.
I removed my skirt and pulled the harness on. It was a big black thing
about ten inches long and two inches thick. I'd never worn one before but
it didn't take a Rhodes scholar to know how to adjust it. I caught a
glimpse of myself in the mirror in the hall way and like what I saw. I
undid my blouse. My cleavage was exaggerated by my new wonder bra, my
blonde hair fell to my shoulders and the 'cock' bounced magnificently in
front of me I posed before the mirror, hands on hips legs apart. 'Corinna
The Female Warrior' had finally arrived. I walked into the bedroom and
Linda couldn't believe her eyes. "You look magnificent." She said

"I feel it. What d'you reckon Larry. It's bigger than yours."


Larry's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He spluttered something into
the gag but he didn't make a lot of sense. He struggled with his ties but
he wasn't going anywhere. Linda forced him onto the mattress then pulled
him onto his back then she pulled his legs way back over his head exposing
his bare arsehole. I smeared his anus with Vaseline and I looked into his
eyes as I slid my middle finger into him. He squirmed and wriggled beneath
Linda his head between her thighs, she held his legs under her arms he was
completely at my mercy. I pistoned my fingers into him, two, then three.
Then I took the 'cock' in my hand and pulled my fingers out of him and
forced the dildo against his sphincter and forced the thing into him.

 Oh, the power I felt as I started to fuck him. I gripped his hips and dug
my nails into his flesh and eased myself into him, pulling myself all the
way in. His eyes were closed, he was sobbing, completely powerless to stop
me. I withdrew slowly, enjoying myself immensely. I dug my fingers deeper
into him and started to gather a bit of momentum as I pushed my 'cock' into
him again. I started to give it to him. Linda had her hand inside her
knickers, she was frigging herself. I wanted to cum with her and I felt an
orgasm just a heart beat away. I pumped him roughly, hammering the dildo
into him. my cunt splattering against his arse. I was 'nailing' him, I was
'banging' him, I was 'drilling' him, I was 'really giving it to him'. All
the clichés I'd heard men use when describing sex, and now I knew exactly
what they meant. Sex would never be the same.  I came in a torrent of
expletives. It was better than before; this was brilliant. Linda ground out
an orgasm as we came together over my hapless stepfather.

 Linda and I found each other and retired to her bedroom to enjoy what was
the best night of love of my short life.

The next morning we found Larry where we had left him and continued to
torture him. It was Linda's turn to fuck him and she didn't need to be told
twice. I listened to her efforts and his muffled sobs as I prepared
breakfast. Her lust appeared to be insatiable. She rose from one noisy
orgasm to another and there appeared to be no end and if I hadn't said
something she'd still be banging him.

"What are these for?" I asked her, holding a small packet of rings.

She chuckled and got off of him and padded towards me.

"Cock control." She informed me briefly. She was naked except for the
dildo. The thing bounced lewdly in front of her; her breast was hard and
firm her nipples erect. I kissed her I couldn't help myself. She responded.
He would have to wait as we adjourned to Linda's bedroom again!

We were lying together when she suddenly remembered the rings. They were on
the bedside table.

"These are a lot of fun." She told me

"How?"

Using the dildo to explain she told me how she intended to use the rings.

"We're going to pierce him! If we pierce his knob here", she indicated a
spot below the cock-eye, "and half way down the shaft about here. We then
pierce the bit of skin behind his balls and a final ring goes in here just
in front of his arsehole. We then join the rings together with little
padlocks. An erection is impossible, the thought of one, extremely
painful!"

I jumped out of bed "Lets do it." I exclaimed and we went down to his room.

He lay there beaten and bruised and bloody. He was terrified of us and I
loved the mask of fear on his face. We were both naked except for our
underwear. I yanked him on to the mattress and sat on his chest and pinned
his shoulders. I slowly eased forward and covered his mouth with my muff. I
realized how easy it would be to smother him and I tried to see just how
easy it would be. His eyes were popping out like organ stops. I
sadistically laughed and slide back. Oh yes it would be very easy.

Linda had a hunt around her flat and found all the paraphernalia she
wanted.

"Let him watch." Linda said as she closed the door. She sat across the top
of his legs. I turned around and sat on my heels on the mattress with his
head between my thighs.

He said nothing. He knew it was pointless, but he was scared shitless.

Linda gripped his limp penis. She pulled his foreskin back and selected the
spot. She held a large darning needle in between her thumb and forefinger
then heated the point with a cigarette lighter. It turned from silver to
red to orange to white hot.

"This'll cauterize as it burns through. No blood. No mess". The needle
sizzled through his knob in less than a couple of seconds. Larry screamed
into his gag, but it was music to our ears. Linda reamed the hole through
his knob, mutilating him permanently. She removed the needle and fitted one
of the rings through the hole in his knob. She went about half way down his
flaccid shaft and pinched the flesh and went through the heating process
again. She then pushed the needle through his cock again. Screaming like a
pig he entertained us for another couple of seconds. Linda fitted the ring
through the shaft.  Then she pushed his balls out of the way and pinched
the skin behind them and quickly lanced the needle through the pinched
skin.

"Just one more here, Larry and we'll be finished". She looked down at my
poor stepfather; twenty years her senior, he would forever be inferior to
both of us. She selected a spot just in front of his anus and pierced him
for the forth time. Linda inserted the rings and sat back on his knees to
admire her fancy work. She then joined the rings together with two tiny
padlocks. One lock linked the rings between his knob and his anus, the
second lock joined the other two rings together effectively locking his
penis between his legs. She snapped the last lock shut and gave me a key. I
immediately put it on the chain I have around my neck.

We now controlled his erections.

Linda slapped him between the legs and grabbed his tackle.

"These are ours! We own these! Understand?"

 He nodded. He understood.

"Good boy." She smiled condescendingly at him and got off the bed. We left
him alone for most of the day and we just let him stew in his cell. We
didn't feed him. We put a bucket in his cell so he could go to the toilet,
but he never used it.

On the Saturday morning, the third day, we were awoken by someone buzzing
at Linda's front door.

It was Pat, my mother.

She looked good. Better than I had seen her in a long time. She turned 43
last birthday, but apart from her job, which seemed to keep her fairly busy
I'd never seen her do any additional exercise. She always said that with
three kids and a husband to chase after she didn't need any. But she did
need to lose a few pounds. She's taller than me about five foot eight, and
about eleven stone (150lbs). She kept her hair short, no-nonsense as she
called it, and that best described her, pragmatic and sensible. Boring,
some people might say, but I could change that.

"Mum!" I was surprised to see her because I didn't think that she knew
where Linda lived. "How did you find us?"

"I asked someone down at the gym and they gave me this address." She came
in and done quick visual inspection of the place but said nothing.

"Where is he?" She asked

"In there." I indicated to the spare room. We had put a lock on the door.

 "Do you want to see him?" She nodded. I unlocked the pad lock and opened
the door.

 He looked a pitiful mess. Unshaven, he hadn't washed for three days, he
was cut and bruised and completely naked his stuff locked between his legs
gave him quite an unusual appearance.

"What have you done to his." She hesitated

"His cock and balls?

She nodded

"We've locked 'em away. We don't want him playing with himself, do we?
Could get him into all sorts of trouble couldn't it?"

She looked at him in disgust. Linda joined us and the three of us inspected
him. He cowered on his knees beside his mattress, the early morning light
filtering through the curtains just making him visible.

"Oh what have they done to you?" My mother said to herself as much as
anyone else.

"Nothing more than he deserves, Pat" said Linda. My mother nodded silently.
She didn't disagree.

She walked out of the room Linda and I followed and I locked the door
again.

"So what is this plan that you have in mind?" My mother asked.

 We sat out on the balcony and watched the boats on the bay as Linda
prepared a light breakfast and I outlined our plan.

"You said that you no longer loved him. Is that right?"

She nodded slowly "I don't remember the last time I felt anything for him.
He's not a bad father to the girls but he's a lousy husband." Her thoughts
were lost for a moment. "He's a good provider, y'know the house and
everything, but there has to be more and there isn't."

Linda brought out the coffee and we enjoyed it in the warm sunshine.

"Don't divorce him Mum. Stay married to him, but when he comes home he
lives with us"

"Why? For heavens sake."

"He's worth too much. What does he earn? One eighty, two hundred thousand a
year?

She nodded "Something like that."

"What about investments. Stocks. Bonds. Property. Any of that?"

"I don't know. He handles all that sort of thing."

"I bet he does." Said Linda " Ooh! A bit of interrogation. I think I'll
like that." She purred.

"What's in it for you?" She finally asked.

"Half. Half of everything he makes is mine." I said flatly. "The house,
cars, everything at home is yours. Any outstanding debts, mortgages,
etcetera will be paid off. So you'll owe nothing. His income from work and
all other income we split down the middle. Your lifestyle and the lifestyle
of the kids won't be affected."

My mother thought about it. "And what about Larry. What does he get out of
it?"

"Absolutely nothing!"

Pat thought about it for a short while.  A smile crept across her face. She
held out her hand. "You've got yourself a deal."

"Right, now for more pressing matters." Linda said. "What are you doing
tonight?"

Pat looked bemused. "Tonight? I don't know. Why?"

"Tonight Corinna and I are going to Cleopatra's and we want you to come
with us".


The Hell Fire Club is internationally known as one of the best S&M clubs in
the world. One night a month the Hell Fire in Melbourne changes it's name
and becomes Cleopatra's. Quite possibly the best FemDom club in Australia.
On the last Saturday of the month it's standing room only when the Women
take over. Linda introduced me to it a month ago.

 Was it only a month ago when I'd lied about where I was going, and who I
was going with. Larry nearly prevented me from going. Tonight he'd be
coming with us! What I enjoyed about the whole thing was the chance to
dress up. The chance to go shopping for those bits and pieces that you
don't normally buy, like a leather bra!

Pat, Linda and I went shopping with Larry's credit cards and we had a ball.
There are a couple of shop's that specialized in what we were after. My
mother bought a tight fitting leather dress, a blonde wig and some
crutchless knickers! I honestly believe she enjoyed herself more than Linda
and I. We also bought Larry a new ensemble. It was after four when we got
back to Linda's. Pat went home to arrange a babysitter for the evening and
Linda and I got ready.

I have shoulder length blonde hair. I wore a black bra and a black silk
blouse unbuttoned enough to reveal the top of my bra. Black lace knickers,
suspender belt and black stockings and a short black leather mini skirt and
black high heels. I looked at myself in the full mirror in Linda's bedroom
and I didn't recognize myself as I posed and grimaced. Linda wore a black
business suit with just a black bra under the jacket. She looked extremely
sexy.

 Then we brought Larry into Linda's bedroom and we started to dress him. He
never complained or objected as we dressed him up. He had learned his
lesson. We had bought him a black bra, a cute pair of lace French Knickers
and matching suspender belt. He wore a black mini skirt and a white blouse.
We sat him in a chair and then put a long black hair wig on him. Linda did
his face and that was what finally transformed Larry into Lori. Linda had
done a very good job with his make up. My mother arrived at about eight
o'clock and didn't recognize her husband when she walked in! My mother
dressed into her black leather dress and I was surprised at how good she
looked in it. The few extra pounds that she was carrying didn't show as I
thought it might. She done her face, and at about nine we were ready to go.

We took Linda's car. Linda driving, Pat in the front me in the back and
Lori in the boot!

It took us just over twenty minutes to get there and ten minutes to get in.

At about nine thirty the place was busy but we still managed to find a both
against the far wall. From our vantage point we could see the bar, the
stage, and the main entrance. There were a lot of women there in small
groups doing exactly what we were doing enjoying themselves and sprinkled
around the club were single men, lots of single men. I noticed when I came
here last time that men didn't attend this place in groups. These lads were
all closet submissives, they came here by themselves to allow their true
personalities a chance to develop. Some of the women here were professional
Dom's but most were like Linda and I, just women out for a good time.

There were a lot of people at the bar. Women stood in groups, some had
brought their men along. Some of the men knelt beside their mistresses on
leashes being used as ashtrays or seats, others were put into cage on the
stage. There would have been eight or nine men in the cage all of them
naked and available to any women for what ever reason. I toyed with idea of
putting Larry in there but decided to keep him with us as I wanted him to
be pretty close to Pat when she found herself a replacement.

 I noticed a guy sitting at the bar on his own and I decided to take a
closer look. He was older, mid thirties possibly twice my age. I slipped
through the thin crowd and stood beside him.

I glanced at him,  "Hi." I said giving him a thorough once over from close
quarters. He didn't look bad at all. Thick brown hair a bit 'Tom Selleck-
ish' without the mo' He was dressed simply in a white shirt and blue
Levi's. He smiled at me "Hi y'self."

"Are you here by yourself?" He nodded.

That was a good start. "You looking for a slave or a mistress?" I asked
almost knowing the answer.

"A Mistress." He said thickly.

"Good." I said smiling, "we're looking for a slave".

"We?"

"Yeah I'm with some friends. C'mon I'll introduce you."

Like lambs to the slaughter! He picked up his drink and followed me across
to where we were sitting. He stood a bit over six foot and waited nervously
as I introduced him.

"Linda, Pat, Lori. I'd like you to meet."

"J..Jim." He stuttered

"Is that with two or three J's?" Linda asked.

"Sit down." I said and he slid along the bench seat towards Linda, and I
sat down beside him making Jim the meat in the sandwich.

A waitress who'd been hovering approached our table and took our order.
When she left our focus returned to Jim. "So Jim, you're looking for a
mistress?" I continued.

"Yes Ma'am," he said shyly

"Have you served a mistress before?" Linda asked. He said that he had.

"I don't mean paying some burned out old prostitute to give your arse a bit
of a flogging. I mean serve a Mistress totally and unconditionally. That's
what I mean. Is that what you are looking for?"

"Yes Mistress. That's exactly what I'm looking for."

"Could be your lucky night." I said

"Obedience Jim, that's all we ask. Obey with out question and we'll get
along very well. Disobey and we can be quite nasty. Can't we Lori?"

"Yes Mistress Corinna." My stupid stepfather replied.

Jim looked at the 'woman' sitting across from him then realized "she'
wasn't exactly as she seemed.

The waitress returned and Jim took out his wallet and offered the waitress
a fifty dollar bill.

"Keep the change." I rather generously told her. I gripped Jim's wallet as
he was about to put it back in his pocket, a silent game of tug of war
developed between us, but he melted very quickly and the wallet slipped
from his fingers. I opened and inspected his driver's license.

"Your name really is Jim. Jim Barrett from Frankston. You married Jim?" I
asked

"No Ma'am."

"Girlfriend?" Linda asked

"No Ma'am."

"Boyfriend?"

" No Mistress. I'm not gay."

"I didn't ask you if you were gay Jim."

"No Mistress I don't have a boyfriend."

I put his wallet in my bag and pulled out some handcuffs. "Put your hands
behind your back." I demanded.

It would be his first mistake. We had him sucked in, and he couldn't refuse
us. I knew he was incapable of saying no.

Men are so fucking stupid!

He hesitated for a second.

"Don't disobey me Jim. If you want to play games, fuck off, but if you want
to be my slave obey me and put your hand behind your back now."

He complied and Linda snapped the cuffs on him.

"Excited Jim?" She asked

"Yes Ma'am."

"Call me Mistress Linda."

"Yes Mistress Linda."

"Why don't we see just how excited you are?" I said, and I unfastened his
belt. Linda grabbed a handful of his hair as he attempted to prevent the
inevitable. I unbuckled his belt and unclipped the top of his jeans and
pulled down his zipper. My hand slipped inside his under shorts and I
pulled out his cock and balls. He had about 8 inches, thick and
circumcised. I stroked him and grew some more.

"Not bad Jim. Not bad at all. What d'you think Lori? Makes yours look a bit
sick doesn't it?"

"Yes Mistress Corinna."

"Get under the table and have a closer look." I ordered

He hesitated, and I looked across at him. "Now Lori!" I said with some
steel in my voice.

He knew he had no choice and slipped under the table and a second later his
head appeared between Jim's thighs.

"Good girl." I wiped Jim's precome across Lori's lips. "Now take him in
your mouth" I ordered and the slut took the cock in his mouth."

"What a slag." Linda spat.

What a scene! As Lori sucked Jim we undressed him. Pat removed his shoes
and socks and she pulled down his jeans Linda and I pushed them over his
hips and Pat pulled them off. And Lori didn't miss a beat! Then we
unbuttoned his shirt and with the aid of a pair of scissors we cut his
shirt off. By the time the waitress came back to take another order Jim was
naked. We ordered just three drinks the boys wouldn't be getting anymore,
and we paid for them with money from Jim's wallet.

 Jim eventually blew his cum in Lori's mouth. It was the first time he'd
ever sucked a man, so she made a bit of a scene, coughing and choking and
generally carrying on like a bit of a prima donna. Jim was also extremely
remorseful. He'd blown his load and now that his lust had evaporated he
wanted to be released.

"Please can you release me?" He pleaded.

I looked at Linda. She had put a collar on him earlier. She snapped a lead
onto the collar and pulled him from the relative safety and privacy of the
booth onto the floor where he was 'released'. And that was the last I saw
of him!

Pat was next. She had her eye on a young fellah earlier and finally worked
up the courage to talk to him. She took to the method like a bee to honey.
She had the young lad, who was old enough to be her son, wrapped around her
finger in no time at all. She was actually out on the dance floor with him,
and she had him stripped naked. There was nothing to leave to the
imagination. She had him up and rampant, and her husband, my stepfather,
watched everything. She didn't come back to our table for quite a while and
he could only imagine what his wife was doing with her young lover.

During the evening both Linda and I 'scored' with a couple of spunk's.

Pat eventually came back to our table and brought Matt, her young stud back
with her. He was everything a girl could ask for. Young, 24, physically
built with a dick like a baby's arm. Extremely good looking with thick wavy
blonde hair and he wanted to be Pat's, and she wanted him. Lori was pushed
into the corner Pat sat beside him and her 'door Matt' as she called was
all over her like a rash. I was tempted to take Lori up on to the stage and
let someone take him out of his misery, but that thought quickly went away
and I liked the idea of him watching as his wife being pleasured. Oh dear
his mascara was a real mess!

It was like fish in a barrel. Good looking young studs that wanted nothing
more than to be abused and Linda and I didn't disappoint.

The club eventually closed at about sunrise, whatever time that was, and
Linda, Pat and I left with a slut each. Lori followed carrying the bags.

When we got back to Linda's flat we locked Lori away in her cell, while the
sluts prepared breakfast for us. I ate breakfast on Linda's balcony with a
slut between my legs going like there was no tomorrow!

Finally by early Sunday afternoon we had to call a halt because people were
wondering what had happened to Pat. My mother. Mrs. Responsible. She
emerged from Linda's bedroom and she had changed into the clothes that she
had come over in.

She hugged me. "Thanks Cor, Thank you for a truly wonderful evening. You've
taught me so much I never would have done it with out you two."

Larry emerged from Linda's bedroom very sheepishly. He had learned his
lesson.

Their new relationship was just starting, I'm sure Larry would be back here
for 'adjustments' and Linda and I would be ready to straighten him out when
required, but for now my mother wanted him back. I thought our plan was
better but he did belong to her and it was her decision so I respected it.

Larry walked out quietly behind his new Mistress and just as he was about
to go out the door I shouted after him. " Oh Larry." I called

"Yes Mistress Corinna." He replied quaking.

"I may be back one day and I might spend the odd night there and if I find
that you've been sniffing around my knickers I really will make you into
Lori."

And he didn't doubt a word of what I said.