Only after she finished her shower did she notice that there weren’t any towels around, but the room was warm enough not to freeze, and so she simply stood next to the drain in the floor and let the drops trickle down her skin while she waited for Lisa to reappear. Which didn’t take all that long.
The girl was almost skipping now, her mood once more completely changed, and Helen couldn’t help but connect it to Jen’s imminent punishment. Her hand held a plastic bag that, while bulging a bit, didn’t appear to be heavy. Humming a little tune under her breath, she pushed another glass panel to the side, exposing a huge wardrobe and pulling some undergarments out of it.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and put the bag and garments next to her. "Jen, come here!"
Her girlfriend hesitantly traipsed over to her, warily eying the items of clothing.
"I’ve found the perfect punishment for you, isn’t that great?" Lisa exclaimed once the blonde was standing in front of her.
"Yes, Lisa, it is," Jen answered without conviction.
"You’ll get to wear some very special undergarments," Lisa purred while she reached into a pocket of her bathrobe, pulled out a rubber glove and put it on, "they’ll remind you about your misdeed for some time."
She picked up the bra and put it on her lap, the inside of the cups facing upwards. Reaching into the bag with her glove-covered hand, she pulled out a handful of something green and started to spread it on the bra.
Helen gasped when she recognized the pointed, slightly jagged outline of the leaves. Stinging nettles!
Jen’s reaction was even more pronounced, her whole body jerked as if slapped. "Oh god, no," she stammered, "please not!"
"If you behave like a slut, I’ll treat you like one. We’ve agreed on that. Now bend forward.
Helen held her breath when she watched the blonde slowly bend forward, her breasts getting closer and closer to the dreadful clothing item. She had to admit there was something profoundly sexual and attractive in that act, in the way myriads of emotions flicker over Jen’s skin.
When her back was nearly horizontal, Lisa smiled at her and lifted it up by the straps. Jen’s arms slipped through them, and Helen could see the moment the plant made contact with the poor girl’s skin by the pained twitch on her face.
Lisa took her time to fasten the bra straps behind her friend’s back, then her hands went to the front again and she massaged her breasts through the fabric, making sure that every inch of skin made painful contact with the leaves.
"Tell me you love me," she purred, never stopping her ministrations.
"I - I love you," Jen choked, her lower lip trembling.
"You’re so sweet." Lisa’s eyes trailed into the distance for a moment, and when she refocused, they held that wicked gleam again. "Slut, get your pathetic old ass here!"
Helen’s heart made a somersault when she realized that Lisa was talking to her, and hastily stumbled over to the two girls, her skin and hair still wet and leaving a trail of blotches on the floor.
"Yes, Mistress," she gasped, hoping to make up for the moment of hesitation.
"Here Jen," Lisa held out the panties to her girlfriend, "you can stand straight again and put those on." Her eyes swiveled to her older neighbor. "As you were involved in the incident, you’ll also get to partake in the punishment."
Jen had stepped into the panties, a pair old-fashioned white cotton style underwear with a bit of leg, ending two inches down her thighs.
When Lisa picked up the bag and held it open for Helen, the woman shrank back. "But - may I have the glove, Mistress."
The gleeful smile on Lisa’s lips immediately destroyed that hope. "No, you may not. Now don’t dawdle and stuff Jen’s panties, so she can fully experience my treat."
It took her a few deep breathes to muster the courage. When her hand finally dug into the nettles and captured a bunch of them, she almost let go again, the stinging, burning sensation felt like small blades were cutting into her skin. She bit her lip and pulled them out, and after an encouraging nod, pulled the front of Jen’s panties away from her body and let the leaves drop inside.
She let go of the fabric, and at first, nothing happened. After a few seconds, a muffled sob broke the silence.
"More!" Lisa ordered.
Helen complied, after adding three more handfuls of nettles to Jen’s front side, the poor girl had to turn around, and she had to stuff the backside with even more of the cruel plant, even making sure on Lisa’s orders to push them all the way between Jen’s buttocks. Her own hand was burning like mad when she was finished, and she could only imagine how torturous this must feel on the most delicate parts of the body.
When Jen turned around, rivulets of tears were running down her face and dripping down on her chest, the white fabric of the bra already darkening. Lisa brought up her leg and pressed her knee against her girlfriend’s crotch, who threw back her head and let out a drawn out sob.
Lisa’s hands pulled at her arms, and she sank to her knees in a miserable heap.
Helen couldn’t help herself and mirrored her, bending close to the poor suffering girl, and whispered, "I’m so sorry."
"Oh my," Lisa cooed, "isn’t that sweet."
However, when Jen’s face turned towards Helen, tears still spilling and lips trembling, the reply hit her like a slap. "I don’t need your compassion," the girl hissed between sobs, "but you’ll be sorry! Just wait! At least I get licked and kissed by her, something you’ll never experience!"
"And right she is," Lisa whispered, "come on; let’s cuddle while you tell me how much you love me." She climbed up the bed and pulled Jen with her, where she embraced her tightly and started to rub her body against her girlfriends, every movement without doubt prolonging and intensifying the torment.
Still, Jen sobbed her love and adoration for her merciless girlfriend while Helen could just kneel there and watch the disturbingly erotic scene.
* * * * *
It was almost an hour later when Lisa let go of Jen, whose sobbing had subsided by now, her body numbed from the constant burning sensation. She was allowed to remove the torturous garments, and Helen gasped when she saw how red and swollen the girl’s breasts and pussy were. Her bum was a sea of red, swollen dots and her breasts resembled water balloons about to burst. Her pussy lips, though, were incredible dark and puffy, and Helen couldn’t put her eyes away.
"You like that look?" Lisa’s voice broke her staring, and she looked away full of guilt. "Maybe I’ll try that with you one day. Could you imagine having that done to you, and once your pussy is swollen like this, being stimulated again and again? Would you even be able to reach your climax, or would it be too painful?"
Helen gulped and looked down at the floor, unable to respond and fearing that any word she said might be considered an invitation.
"Don’t worry; we’ll not be doing that now. But are you up for another round of the game?"
The butterflies in Helen’s tummy immediately started their fluttering, and she cursed them to hell and back.
"What will I have to do, Mistress?"
Lisa tilted her head and grinned. "Nice try, but that’s not how it works. First you tell me if you want to play, then I tell you the task."
Helen closed her eyes. She had to stop this. Things were spiraling out of control so quickly; she knew that she was losing herself in the twisted games. However, the butterflies even intensified their dance, and her mouth took on a life of its own.
"Okay Mistress, I’ll play."
"Good little slut." The words, crude and demeaning as they were, touched that string deep inside the older woman, and she could only helplessly register how it resonated in her pussy and heated it up.
"I want you to bring me your clothes. All of them."
Helen’s eyes shot up with an expression of disbelief. "But - what will I wear?"
"Whatever I allow you to. You’ll come here each morning and I’ll give you your clothes for the day."
Lisa’s soft finger stroked her cheek, and a small sigh escaped her lips.
"If I allow you any, that is. Does the thought turn you on?"
Helen shuddered. The thought was so alien, but exciting too. Having to ask the young girl for clothing, letting her decide what to wear. She might force her to wear the sluttiest, most outrageous things or nothing at all. Wicked images assaulted her mind and her skin started to tingle.
"Yes, Mistress," she choked out, embarrassed by her own need and submissiveness.
"You’ll find a bunch of folded cardboard boxes at the bottom of the wardrobe over there," she pointed to the open sliding door where she had fetched the underwear, "just stack them on the patio once they’re full, I’ll take care of them later. When you’re finished, you can stay at home until five, that’s when I expect you back here."
* * * * *
Putting her clothes into the boxes and carrying them over to Lisa’s place was the hardest thing Helen had to do in her life, and that included drinking the beaker full of Jen’s urine. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks with each item of clothing she folded and put into the cardboard containers. Memories of the past came with a lot of the clothes, and it felt like cutting those parts of her life away.
Her gown from prom night, the dress she had worn when had applied for her first job, the little black dress she’d worn when she had been on holiday with her parents, just eighteen and full of plans for the future. They all vanished inside the nondescript boxes and ended up on her neighbor’s patio. A few times, she hesitated, thinking about keeping an especially memorable item, or hiding an outfit for emergencies. The submissive yearning inside her won out each time, and the item in question went with the others.
She thought herself almost done, when she remembered the dirty wash still in the hamper, and the old, no longer fitting things in the basement, and she had to add a big plastic bag when she ran out of boxes.
Finally, she was done, and she felt exhausted, yet somehow also liberated. A look at the clock made her gasp. The last time she had checked the time had been after waking up. Now it was already quarter past four, and she had neither eaten nor had she had anything to drink - besides, that was, Jen’s - she shook her head and focused on the present.
After gulping down a big bottle of water and eating a quickly thrown together salad with some cold chicken breast from the fridge she felt a bit more energetic again.
She still had time to brush her hair, tousled from drying in the air, back into some resemblance of a hairdo, and to do her nails. After brushing her teeth and looking through the house once more to make sure she hadn’t forgotten any clothes, she headed back to Lisa’s and this time knocked with more force than in the morning.
***
This time it was Jen who opened the door, still - or again - nude, but with no sign of swelling or bruises from this morning’s punishment. Her eyes had that twinkle again, and she smiled in appreciation when she looked around the corner and saw the stack of boxes. "Wow, looks like you really did it. That’s truly all of your clothes?"
"Yes," Helen confirmed, blushing, "all of them. Even the old ones from the basement."
"I’d have loved to watch you do another forfeit," the girl giggled, "but I’m sure that this will open enough possibilities to embarrass you. Now come in, Lisa’s away for an hour, but we can watch a movie while we wait for her."
Helen tried not letting the girl see the relief she felt that she had another hour to relax. She stepped into the living room and, at the last second, remembered her earlier orders and got on all fours. Jen closed the door behind her and led her to the big sofa, where she slumped down and patted the space to her right.
"Closer," she commanded when Helen sat down with some space between them, and again, until their bodies were touching each other. "Put your left leg over mine."
Helen was by now used to getting orders, and didn’t question the command.
The blonde girl picked up the remote and pressed a few buttons, and Helen’s eyes immediately widened. She had expected some ‘normal’ movie, perhaps a chick flick, but the image on the screen made in clear from the first second that this was all but. It showed a woman in her thirties, even with a slight resemblance to Helen, bound in a square steel frame so her arms and legs were extended in a forty-five degree angle. Her mouth was filled with some kind of ball with holes, and the bases of her grapefruit-sized breasts were wrapped with rope, making them stick out obscenely.
Fingers touched the soft spot between Helen’s thighs and pussy, and she gave a startled yelp.
"Hush," Jen commanded, "Lisa wants me to get you excited, and to keep your there, but you’re not allowed to come. If you do, we’ll both be punished. So tell me before you do."
Helen slumped back into the couch. So much for getting a break. The fingers kept on toying between her legs, tickling and lightly scratching, and very slowly getting nearer to her most intimate spot. At first, she was able to ignore the girl’s manipulations, but as the fingers got more insistent, the action on the screen really started.
