Chapter 23

TO - Master
FROM - Night Nurse

Please find enclosed three more soul jewel stories for your pleasure. They are entitled Butterknife, Freezeframe and The Whore. i hope you enjoy them.

NNN

(These stories are available for download here at Storiesonline.)

TO - Master
FROM - Night Nurse

Dear Daddy,

I'm so sorry that it's taken so long to get back to you but the Sisters have really been working us over the last few days. It seems that our schoolwork was falling behind and so we had to do some extra swatting to bring it back up to standard.

I enjoyed your story about Colette, your secretary. It seems that she and Angela are going to have an interesting working relationship in the future. Colette sounds a right horny slut - I hope I grow up to be just like her If I do, will you give me a job, daddy? I'm sure I could give satisfaction...

Actually, a thought did occur to me - I know that the Sisters frown on us even thinking about having intimate relationships with other women, yet they also say that it is permissible to do this if it is purely for the pleasure of males who would want to observe. In that case, would you enjoy a trio of Darya, Colette's daughter and me? It could be quite interesting...

But to go back to your letter - I'm sorry to say that it got your darling stepdaughter into quite a lot of trouble. You see, knowing the affect your mail often has on me, I printed it off and took it away to the toilet with me. I pulled my skirt down and took my seat and started to read. Well, maybe I'm like your secretary already for hardly had I started to read than my nipples went hard and I got all moist downstairs. I keep on reading and it wasn't long before I was fingering myself. As your story got hotter and hotter, I slipped a finger deeper inside myself as I fantasised about being Colette... and then the door of the cubicle burst open and I was caught with a digit right inside myself. (As you know, the toilet doors don't have locks here as privacy is frowned upon.) Standing outside were two nuns and that bitch that I'm having all the trouble with. "See?" she said triumphantly, "I told you that this is what she'd be doing!"

The sisters grabbed me and hauled me off to the Mother Superior who ordered that I be tossed into the cage. Well, let me tell you, daddy, spending eight hours on your own, stark naked, in a small cage where all the other trainees can mock you isn't a pleasant way to spend a day. If nothing else, it's just so boring! Anyway, they came and let me out just before teatime and, after eating, I got to finish your letter... but only after I made sure that I wasn't going to play with myself by sitting on my spare hand!

Our training at the moment has moved on and we are now concentrating on pain. All of us are going about our training topless and each of us has a leather collar buckled around our necks. From the collar hang two short chains, each of which ends in a small clamp that we have had to attach to our nipples. Each chain is just a little too short so that the weight of our own breasts is being supported by the chain... and hence our nipples. The pain is always there, daddy - it's constant and I'm suffering more than most because I've got the biggest titties. For the first time, I'm jealous of the girls who are almost flat! Are you sure that, one day, I'll learn to enjoy pain? Being humiliated is one thing but this is quite another!

Of curse the nipple clamps aren't the only reason that I'm suffering a little discomfort and humiliation. I don't know how much you know about this and I don't know how much his brothers were involved, but I got an e-mail from Tommy earlier today that instructed me to find a large carrot - still with the green top bit on - and to shove it up my backside and to keep it there for the day. Well, as you can imagine, I wasn't sure of the protocols here and so I went to see Father Murphy who told me that, since the instruction came from a male and didn't involve me losing my maidenhead, I was required to carry it out. in fact, the father was so kind as to send a junior nun off to the kitchen with an instruction to return with the biggest carrot she could find. When she returned, my heart sank for not only was the carrot thick but it was incredibly long too! Anyway, the Father made me bend over and then he inserted the carrot right up inside me... and, ever since that, I've been walking round with a carrot up my bum and the leaves brushing against my inner thighs. Needles to say, the leaves also protrude below the hem of my skirt which I'm sure is going to make me a source of amusement to the others here!

LATER

Well, daddy, I as suspected, quite a lot of the girls thought that it was most amusing me having some greenery growing out of the bottom of my skirt. (Thank you, Tommy.) And I'm sure, daddy, that you will guess at who made the loudest noises. However, the little bitch chose the wrong time and place to do this for she was alone and my temper was close to snapping before she even started... and you do know what a temper I have! Anyway, before she could form a second insult, I grabbed hold of the chain that was connected to her right nipple and yanked - oh, how she yelped! Then I opened the door behind me and propelled her through it, into the plant room! The machinery noise inside was loud... loud enough to drown out her profanities as I connected a chain from a small electric hoist round both of her nipple chains. As I reached for the controls, she shook her head but I ignored her and pressed the up button. As her feet left the floor, she didn't half start to kick and squirm in a frantic attempt to decrease the pull on her nipples. In desperation she garbed hold of the hoist chain and tried to haul herself up a little. But, as I've already said about her, she's not at all that strong and she could only just about maintain a balance. Now it was my turn to smile nastily! As she opened her mouth to scream again, I yanked the carrot out of my hole and rammed it into her mouth instead, excrement and all! "Eat it, you bitch! Eat it and I'll let you down!"

She shook her head so I grabbed her waist and pulled down for a moment or two. Her breasts deformed and she writhed about even more... and then started chewing! Ah, revenge is so sweet! Her face was such a picture! Eventually she finished and spat out the top and, when she finished chewing the last piece, she asked me to let her go. I simply smiled and turned to leave. "You promised!" she yelled. "You promised to let me go if I ate you god-damned carrot!"

I shrugged my shoulders. "So I lied. Tell the Father if you like. But if I was you, I'd save my strength to support myself till someone found me. It could be quite some time..." Then I walked out and shut the door behind me. I left her there for half an hour before telling one of her cronies where she was. I know, daddy, I might be a little soft but I didn't want her to be so hurt that the convent authorities got involved in what is a private dispute. So, please apologise to Tommy for me that I didn't actually complete his task... but do tell him what happened and I'm sure he'll think it worth while. Actually, just a thought here, come the deflowering ceremony and the party afterwards... once all of us trainees are no longer virgins, do you think that Tommy might like a little variety? Mother Superior will be good, I have no doubt, but she's no spring chicken either. The bitch that I'm thinking of is young and she deserves to be made to take all of Tommy's fourteen inches inside her!

Well, about time to go again dad... and I hope we're going to be allowed to remove these clamps soon. My poor nipples are really sore now.

All my love,

Sharon.

TO - Night Nurse
FROM - Master

Such wonderful titillation. It may have been a simple task but I am sure you will agree that it was one worth suffering.

Tell me Janet. What do your nipples look like? Are they very prominent? Do you have large or small areola? What shade of pink are they? What kind of contact arouses them the most?

Also, I miss my Sharon. Think up something suitably depraved to get me excited and do it on your night shift as you play with your nipples, you fucking whore.

I AM YOUR MASTER. I COMMAND YOU. AND YOU OBEY.

TO - Master
FROM - Night Nurse

My nipples are slightly larger than average, but not by much, while my aureole have a diameter of just over an inch. Generally my nipples are more or less a very pale brown rather than a pink colour but, at the moment, they are just red and inflamed still. They are at their most sensitive and responsive when a man very gently flicks the tip of his tongue over them. A light touch there gets me going so quickly! Any man who can get that right can fuck me whenever and however he wants! Shame that most men seem to have a pussy fixation - tits in general and nipples in particular can be major sources of pleasure for a woman - as i'm sure you well know. One man i knew in the past (and almost married) could just about bring me to orgasm using only his mouth on my tits. For him I'd have done just about anything... shame his wife found out about us... and a shame he had neglected to tell me about her in the first place! (And before you ask, i was a bit younger and more naive back then. Now i just take what pleasure i can get, when i can and wives can deal with the fallout afterwards.)

With regard to Sharon, the Internet permitting, you should have received a letter from her about eight hours after the report on me carrying out my punishment. I'm currently working on the letter from her to her daddy describing what happened when he and Tommy came over to the Convent for the weekend. It's not proving easy because i am having to write the 'daddy' part too, but i hope to have it finished within the next day or so.

Needless to say, Master, i will dispatch it to you as soon as it is ready.

NNN.

PS. i don't understand all this technical stuff but as i was typing the above, it occurred to me that you should have had the letter from Sharon some time ago so i have been looking at the timings of the correspondence between us. i sent the original Punishment Report to you at about 8.30 am on the second of the month. Your reply to that is timed at 7.30 pm on the same day; Sharon's letter is timed leaving me at about 10.30 pm, also on the second... and yet your letter to me (the one i'm replying to now and which was timed at 7.30 pm on the second) only arrived in my mailbox on the morning of the fifth! It wasn't there late on the night of the fourth because i checked. This is just so weird! Wonder when you'll get this? And please, Master, don't punish me for this. i can't help what oneline gets up to, honest. NNN.