Leather & Lace
Chapter 5 - Painful Lesson in Sisterhood
By the White Knight
The workday went much as it had the day before. More meetings and more notes.
The tone of these meetings was positive and I took that to mean that Mr.
Thatcher was going to get at least some of the concessions that he was looking
for. I was finally released from my duties at 4:00pm, in order to go back to
the house and see if Lucinda had gotten there yet. I drove as fast as the law
would allow and than a few miles an hour faster hoping that I would beat Lucinda
to the house. I desperately needed sexual release by this point. In fact
throughout the day I had had to squirm in my chair a few times to relieve the
pressure which still resided between my legs.
There were lights on and a Mercedes in the driveway. I had not won my race. I
went into the house looking for her. 'Lucinda', I called. Strangely I heard
her voice coming from the direction of my bedroom. When I walked in I was
shocked and embarrassed by what greeted me.
Lucinda had spread all of my toys on my bed. The multi pack stimulator, the
beginners' bondage kit and even my crotch less undies. She was dressed in a
short leather jacket, a leather skirt and high-heeled boots. She held her baton
in both hands and looked at me sternly. 'I have been told that you settled a
dispute between Mr. Thatcher and Mr. Stanton. Is this true?' I didn't know what
she was so upset about and decided to ask her, 'I don't understand what the
problem is Lucinda....' I yelped and jumped backwards. She had slashed my
outstretched placating hands with her baton and it stung like the dickens.
'Silence', she shouted. 'Is this true or not?' I rubbed my burning hands and
answered, 'Yes, it's true'. Lucinda continued her questioning, 'And in doing so
did you sub for the two gentlemen?' I looked at her blankly. She rephrased the
question, 'Did you play the part of the submissive for the two gentlemen?' I
looked at her, if she had already heard the story than she should know that I
had. 'Yes', I answered not wishing to feel the bite of her stick again.
'Why, did you do that', she asked me sternly. I answered honestly, 'I wanted a
real bondage experience, with someone beside myself. I thought what better
place to start than with two experts, such as Mr. Thatcher and Stanton.' She
nodded her head accepting my reply. 'Did you try to seduce the gentlemen in
anyway?' Now I got mad, 'I most certainly did not....', I shouted.
'You stupid little girl', she cut me off as she yelled at me. 'You wanted a
'real' bondage experience so you went to two married men. Well, let me tell you
what you actually got. You got what they call, 'love bondage' from those two
nice gentlemen. Excluding the love making part of course. They play with their
wives, girl, they wouldn't know 'real' B&D if it kicked them in the butt. ' She
poked me in the ass with her wooden rod as she spoke. 'I led you down the road.
I gave you every opportunity to come to me and let me be your teacher and this
is how you repay me?' She made the last statement sound like a question.
'Lucinda', I began. 'How could I know?' The short cane landed viciously on my
buttocks. 'OOOOhhhhhh', I yelped.
'Open the box on the bed', she commanded. I had tears in the corners of my eyes
but I did as instructed. Inside was my new red and black satin corset. 'This
was to have been the present I would give to you to introduce you to the B&D
world, now it will be a mere portion of your punishment.' She paused eyeing me,
daring me to speak. 'Oh, yes', she continued, 'you will be punished for how
shabbily you have treated me.' She stared at me and commanded, 'Strip naked
immediately.'
I kicked off my flats and shimmied out of my pantyhose. Skirt and blouse came
next, leaving me in only my white bra and panties. 'All of it', she commanded
as I paused. I unhooked my bra and slipped off my panties, letting them fall to
my feet. I self-consciously crossed my hands over my pubic hair. 'Hands at
behind your neck', Lucinda commanded. I put my hands quickly in place. She
walked around me, running her short staff over my sensitive skin. 'You wanted a
taste of true Bondage and Discipline; well here is your chance. You will refer
to me as Mistress and I will refer to you as.... slave. You will do everything
that I instruct you to do. If you deviate in anyway from those instructions,
you will be punished.' She walked around to my front and looked me directly in
the eyes. I couldn't help but lower my eyes to the ground, as I was stared
down. 'Do you understand and except these conditions?', she asked in a quiet
cobra like hiss. Lucinda was giving me an out. Right now, one chance only.
Either I took whatever she wanted to dish out to me or I never learned what she
meant by a real B&D experience. I was afraid of my punishment, but somehow it
excited me also. My sex started to heat up when she had mentioned that word and
had not cooled off since. 'May the slave ask a question?', I asked quietly,
keeping my eyes on the floor. 'You may', she responded. 'If I agree is this
for tonight or for always', I dared to ask. She laughed at my obvious
discomfort, 'you're agreement is only for this evening', she informed me. 'But,
let me warn you, if you are truly a slave, you will be the one who wishes to
continue this arrangement. In fact you will beg to be allowed to continue to
serve me or some other dominant.'
Was I truly a slave? Is that why I loved to be bound and was excited by all of
these things that would have sent shivers of fear down my spine only a few short
weeks ago. As for punishment, I had just survived breast bondage and the high
heel torture. And I found that either didn't turn me off. In fact I even like
the breast bondage a little bit. Did all of these things make me a slave? And,
if I am inclined in that direction did I really want to know? 'Yes, mistress',
I told Lucinda, 'I agree to your follow your instructions.' I needed to know.
'Hold out your left hand', Lucinda commanded me. When I did so, the baton
flashed so quickly that I didn't even see it. But I felt it.
'Ooooouuuuugggghhh', I howled as I grabbed my wounded hand. Now there were full
tears in my eyes. I shifted from foot to foot and put my sore hand under my
armpit. I looked up at her. 'Very good', she said. 'I had to know if you were
sincere. If you had questioned my right to snap your hand or even asked why I
had done it, then I would have had serious doubts about you.' I wasn't sure
whether I had been complimented or insulted, so I remained quiet. The baton
stung like a school ruler, but did no lasting damage, so my hand quickly stopped
hurting.
'The first order of business is to get you dressed', Lucinda told me. 'Put
these on', she ordered. I took the fine black silk hose form her and rolled one
expertly. Sitting on the edge of the bed I unrolled it over my calf and up my
leg until the lace top rested upon my thigh. The second stocking went on just
as quickly. She reached into the box and pulled out the lovely satin corset,
then handed it to me. 'Hold it up in front of you, and turn sideways, while I
work on lacing this garment.' Doing as instructed I felt her thread the lacings
throughout the entire corset. First she did them loosely, just enough so that
if I lowered my hands it would stay in place. 'Now, stand before the corner
post of the bed and hold it with both hands', she ordered. When I was in
position, she began to tighten the laces. I was glad that the material was
soft, because it tightened about me rapidly and I figured that leather wouldn't
be anywhere near as comfortable. I groaned, as she pulled hard on the laces.
'Normally, I would let you learn your corset more slowly. Reducing your waist
size by only two inches or so the first couple of times... But, lucky you, I'm
going to let you have all four inches of pull on your very first try!', Lucinda
said snippily. Putting her knee on my butt, she pulled with all of her might.
I groaned loudly in protest. Try to imagine putting your waist and chest into a
vice and then slowly turning the handle to tighten it. This is what I was
feeling. I found that it was getting more and more difficult to breathe as
first my diaphragm and now my chest was becoming tightly confined into the satin
garment.
Lucinda walked around me attaching each of the six garters to the top of its
respective hose. 'Go look in the mirror', she commanded. I walked over and
gasped at the sight. 'Oh my God, is that really me', I stammered. My normally
small waist truly looked like the narrow opening of an hourglass that everyone
associated with corsets. The dip from my rib cage to my hips was no longer a
gentle in turn, but was now more like a dramatic twin canyons.
I looked over my shoulders at my back and saw that there were no gaps in the
material. My legs were covered with the silk hose and I visually checked the
seams to make sure that they were straight. The canyons at my waist seemed even
larger when you looked from hips upwards. My ass cheeks formed white globes of
firm flesh above the stockings and below my red corset.
I turned forward and ran my hands upwards over the taut satin until they reached
the black half cups, which held my breasts. I re-arranged them into the most
comfortable positioning that I could find, but it was still a tight fit. My
twin mounds were forced upwards and together, making my chest appear to be one
nearly flat shelf, jutting away from my body. Only the dark line of the crack
between breasts, gave even the hint of cleavage. My dark aureoles peeked over
the top of the material. The corsets constant pressure made it difficult to
breathe normally, so I found myself taking more short intakes of air. This
caused my pretty shelf of warm flesh to rise and fall to my quickened breathing.
'Do you like what you see in the mirror', Lucinda asked in a raspy hiss. 'I
love what I see', I gasped in delight, '...Mistress.' I added quickly. I had
learned from the gentlemen that failing to title your principle appropriately
would lead to severe discipline. 'Do you love yourself or the garment', Lucinda
asked softly. 'I love the way the corset makes me look. To me this is the apex
of sexy, Mistress'. Lucinda caressed my naked buttocks with her stick. 'Who do
you want to see you, when you wear your sexy corset', she asked sweetly.
Embarrassed, I didn't answer right away. 'Ooooohhhhhh', I cried as the hard
wood met my buttocks, with a resounding crack. 'You must tell me the truth, or
I will punish you further, slave', she said sternly. 'My imaginary lover,
mistress', I groaned, dejectedly looking at my feet. Walking in front of me she
used her black rod to push my head upward and looked into my eyes. 'Is your
imaginary lover a man, or... a woman?', she asked with a look that worried me.
With growing trepidation, I closed my eyes and answered truthfully, 'A man,
mistress.' I tightened my body expecting the blow that never came. 'Ah', she
said knowingly. 'And why do want to dress so sexily for this imaginary man',
she queried. Now we were on familiar territory. I had thought about these
things quite a lot so my answers came more quickly. 'To inflame his desire of
me, to match my own desire for him', I replied. Lucinda smiled, 'so you wear
this garment that you 'love', because it excites your imaginary lover. Does it
excite you, also?' I blushed and looked down. 'Yes, Mistress', I responded
softly.
Her leather-gloved hand reached down between my legs. I gasped as her fingers
ruffled through my pubic hair and briefly touched my cunt lips. She raised the
glove to her eye level, so that we could both see that it was glistening with my
juices. 'Tsk, Tsk, Tsk', she said. 'My you are a little bitch in heat aren't
you?' I took this as a rhetorical question and did not respond. 'You've barely
been touched and you are hotter than a furnace.' She paused and smiled at me.
'You are hot, aren't you slave?' she asked. Feeling miserable at my increased
embarrassment, I moaned, 'Yes, mistress.' Her smile widened, 'And just how hot
are little slave girl.' Just thinking about it was making it worse. 'I'm
burning up, mistress!'
'Put your hands behind your neck and spread you legs', Lucinda commanded. She
stood in front of me; the baton tucked under one arm. Using both
leather-encased hands she slowly caressed the insides of my thighs.
'Ooooohhhh', I groaned in pleasure. She ran her hands around my legs, sliding
them over the soft silk of my stockings, playing with the elastic of the
garters, but always ending near my lower mouth. With both of her hands
caressing my thighs just below my hungry lips, she asked, 'Do you like this?'
My breathing was becoming ragged, 'Yes, mistress. I love it!', I responded not
opening my eyes. 'Then you would like me to continue rubbing you... at least
enough to let you have an orgasm, wouldn't you?', she asked in that snake-like
whispering hiss of hers. 'Yes, mistress. Please, mistress let me climax,' I
begged. Her hands continued to touch my inner thighs, but only lightly brushed
against my mound from time to time. 'How long has it been since you last came.'
I blushed. 'You know', she continued since you last jerked off'. She used the
crude male term for the act, but I was so sexually frustrated that I didn't
care. 'Last Friday', I moaned.
'So what would you do for me if I allowed you to achieve climax', she asked. I
didn't like the way she said allowed and I definitely didn't like the way this
conversation was turning. 'What would mistress, want me to do?', I asked
quietly. The Cheshire cat smile returned. 'Why, dear slave I would want you to
knell between my legs, put you head under my skirt and eat me until I came, of
course. When I am finished I would like you to clean me off with your tongue,
so that all of my juices are swept away.' I stiffened as her fingers now boldly
rubbed my aching sex. 'Do you want me to make you come', Lucinda asked me
slyly. 'Aaaaarrrrrggghhhh', I moaned in frustration. 'No, mistress. I do not
want you to make me come.' Her smile faded and she removed her hands from my
sex. 'A fair answer, but truthfully not the one I expected.' She paused then
asked, 'If I had been a man, would you have knelt in front of me and sucked my
cock?' I raised my eyes until I was looking into hers and responded, 'If you
were my male lover, then yes, I would have done so.' She sighed and said, 'Ah
well, so much for fun and games. Its time to get back to your punishment.'
'Pick up the red heels from the chair over there and put them on', Lucinda
ordered. There were two open boxes on the chair by the door. One held the red
heels and the other the white heels from the night before. I went to bend to
retrieve the red ones, and I almost busted a gut. Or at least broke some ribs.
'Stupid slave', she chastised me. 'When you are wearing a corset like yours you
never try to bend at the waist. If you are very athletic you could bend at the
hips, while keeping your back straight, but most women dip.' I looked at her
perplexed. 'Crouch straight downwards, until your butt is just over your heels.
The key is to keep your back straight', she informed me. I did so balancing on
the toe pads of my feet as my heels came off the ground. I extracted both of
the heels from the box and stood up.
I had not had time to closely look at these pumps before and now I could see
their obvious differences from the black and gold pumps. This pump had a thick
red ankle belt to top it off, graced with a bright gold buckle. The spike heel
was not as tall as yesterday's selection either, probably around five inches or
so. Higher than I liked, but better than the six plus inch heels on the black
pumps. Of course now that I had them, I couldn't figure out how to get them on.
I knew that I couldn't bend over that far, what was I to do?
'Oh, sit down on the end of the bed' Lucinda said realizing my predicament. She
knelt before me and slid my foot into the steeply arched interior. Once my toes
were firmly in place she buckled the soft leather tightly about my ankle. The
left foot followed next. 'Stand up', she ordered. Doing my best to keep my
back straight and only bending at my hips, I balanced myself on the tall heels.
Using my hands, I levered myself forward off of the bed into a crouching
position and then rose into a standing position. She threw the red satin gloves
to me and said, 'Put these on and then march down to the basement, slave',
Lucinda commanded me.
The soft satin flowed onto my arms. I walked awkwardly in my new heels. These
were much more comfortable than the black pumps and I wondered if yesterdays
shoes had been cut a half size to small. I decided that I would check it out
and return them if necessary. 'Ooouuuccchhh', I yelped and almost stumbled as
her wicked rod slammed across my naked white moons. 'Your posture is terrible',
Lucinda informed me. 'Straighten that back and walk properly. You look like
you have some type of dysfunctional disease.' I straightened my back, but I was
having trouble mastering the heels.
'Stop here, and just walk back and forth', she ordered. For the next ten
minutes she treated me like a sergeant and a recruit learning to march. Walking
right along side of me, she would switch a leg or buttocks at each faulty step.
Crack. The thin wood rod would land against my soft flesh. I quickly got used
to the pain and only winced now, at each stroke. 'Come on, slave', she chided
me. 'You've worn high heels before. The concept isn't any different now, you
just have to concentrate more.' Come on heel and toe land at the same time....
One foot in front of the other... These and other like implications rained upon
me. 'In time you won't even have to think about it. Wearing them will become
as second nature as wearing any pair of heels', she assured me. Finally, I made
two passes properly, so she called a halt and ordered me into the basement.
The wooden frame and all of the restraints that we had used last night were
still out. Lucinda didn't waste anytime and quickly buckled cuffs around my
wrists and ankles. Unlike last night she attached a spreader bar between my
wrists, which separated them by about three feet. A similar bar, set at the
same width, also fettered my ankles. She attached the twelve o'clock cable to
the eyebolt in the center of the spreader bar separating my wrists. Using the
winch my wrists were drawn above my head, but she stopped it well before they
had last night.
'OOOOOhhhhhh', I screamed and jumped forward. She came from behind me and
showed me the whip that she had just used to blister my butt. 'This is referred
to as a short bladed whip', my mistress instructed me. It had a foot long
braided leather handle and a dozen or so short strips of leather branching from
the top. 'It's best used against breasts, inner thighs anywhere the skin is
tender and prone to easy damage. These softer and wider blades do no permanent
damage to these sensitive areas, but I am sure you will find them effective.'
She disappeared behind me. I closed my eyes and tensed my body, pulling my butt
forward as far as possible. 'No, no, no slave', Lucinda said snappily. 'Move
your legs back here, then bend forward and give me a good target, otherwise I'll
try this next whip on a more sensitive location.'
Oh God, oh God, oh God, I muttered to myself. She was going to whip me. That
was my punishment, I now realized. I slid my feet backwards and leaned forward.
My back was forced to stay straight because of the corset and my legs were taut
like cables because of the spreader bar and the heels. My strained shoulder
blades were holding most of my body weight. Bright ringlets of hair fell
forward about my bowed head, which hung between spread arms. My hands balled
into fists and I closed my eyes expecting the worst. It seemed like an eternity
waiting for the blow to be struck.
'Aaaaiiiiieeeee', I screamed. This whip was much worse than the last. My
entire rear end felt like it was on fire. Again Lucinda proceeded to show me
the cruel weapon. 'This is also a multi bladed short whip, but the strands are
braided and narrower and at the end of each is a knot. The braids are worse the
leather strips, but it is the knot at the end that really makes this one so
dangerous.' She slid behind me again. 'You've moved again slave' she called.
'Back into position.' Biting my lip, I moved my aching posterior back where she
wanted it. Thwack! 'Aaooohhhhhhh', I gasped as I sucked in air. The initial
pain of this weapon had not been as intense as its last counterpart, but the
pain in my buttocks continued to build and build. I winced in continued
discomfort as Lucinda showed me the paddle she had used on me. 'This is
obviously a paddle, the same type used by many prep schools to initiate members
into their fraternities. As you can see though it has been slightly modified.
Holes have been drilled over the entire surface. This means that the air will
not be allowed to form a cushion between you and the paddle. It is much more
efficient this way, my dear slave.'
She walked in front of me tapping the paddle into her second leather-covered
palm. 'Your punishment will consist of three dozens strokes. One dozen with
each of the whips you have just experienced.' My eyes widened and I gasped.
Three dozen, oh my God! 'All slaves are initiated into their submission, by the
formal administration of a whipping.' She paused looking at me perhaps waiting
for me to object. 'This will be your initiation to slavedom, and you are to
follow these rules: First, you will count each stroke as it lands, saying the
number and than thanking me for whipping you. Finally you will ask for another.
Second, you must not loose count of the strokes that have fallen upon you;
otherwise we will start over at one. Third, if at any time during the
proceedings that you decide that you do not have what it takes to be a slave,
then you are to say 'mercy mistress'. Any other imprecations, such as stop, no
more, I beg you... will be ignored. Only 'mercy mistress' will stop your
punishment. Do you understand these rules?'
Taking a deep breath, I answered, 'Yes, mistress'. I couldn't stop now. I had
to know where I fit into this B&D / S&M scene. I had already determined that I
loved bondage. The more painful aspects that I had already encountered hadn't
seemed so bad. In some ways they were exciting. But, now submitting to a
whipping... by a woman mistress, no less. My curiosity told me that I had to
find my place. Bowing my head between my arms, I prepared for the worst.
'Oh, one last little indignity that I forgot to mention', she started. Ding,
ding, and ding. I looked up to see her shaking two small brass bells in her
hand. 'These will be attached to your nipples. I am sure that you will find
that they produce a most interesting sensation when worn in this way.' Her hand
reached down to my chest and pushed under the tight material of my half cups.
Finding my left nipple, she squeezed and rolled it between thumb and forefinger.
When my nipple hardened to her manipulations, she pulled it painfully upwards
and outwards. 'Oooohhhhh', I winced. She followed a similar routine with my
right nipple. Soon both distended nipples were a full inch above the tight half
cups. I watched as she took the clamp attached to one of the bells and let it
close slowly over the nipple. My eyes widened, as the pressure of the clamp was
released on the sensitive skin. 'God Lord, that hurts...mistress', I stammered.
She applied the second clamp and then brushed her hands against both of the
small bells making them ring. 'AAArrrrrgggghhhh', I yelled staring down at the
small little seemingly inoffensive clasps that were causing me such pain. My
rasping breathing, made my chest rise and fall rapidly. I saw the bells swing
and sway to this motion, pulling on the tender tip of my nipples. Unbelievably
I felt the painful pressure send almost electric shocks into excited sex organs.
I had almost forgotten how much I was dying to orgasm, being so concentrated on
my upcoming ordeal. Now, my fire was back with a passion. 'Uuuuugggghhhh', I
moaned in frustration.
TWACK. 'OOOOOWWWWWW', that was the hardest shot yet. TWACK. My body jerked
forward, my mouth opened but I held in the cry. TWACK. My rear end burned
across both cheeks. 'Well, I guess you like being spanked so much that you
don't want me to stop', Lucinda said lightly. 'So far we are going for fifteen
strokes, unless you decide not to count the next one that land also'. TWACK.
'One', I cried realizing my error. 'Thank you mistress, may I have another.'
TWACK. 'Ohhhhhhh', I moaned. This one was worse as she only hit the right
cheek. 'Two', I groaned. 'Thank you mistress, may I have another.' TWACK.
God, the left cheek. 'Three', I pried out between my gritted teeth. 'Thank you
mistress, may I have another.'
The paddle continues to land on my bare ass. Each stroke heightened the pain in
my posterior and at the same time shook me enough to cause the bells to ring.
The burning pain across my pink buttocks and the pleasure / pain shocks from the
nipple clamps made my sex ache. I hurt so badly.... and it made me so hot.
God, I wanted to climax.
TWACK. 'Nine', I whined breathlessly. 'Thank you mistress, may I have
another.' I tensed my buttocks muscles for the next stroke. It didn't land. I
could feel my muscles quivering from the tension of trying to remain clenched.
TWACK. 'Oooooowwwww', I yelled. She must have used both hands and swatted me
against both cheeks. My buttocks were pushed forward by the force of the blow
and my knees nearly buckled. 'TEN', I snapped anxiously, beginning to
straighten. 'Thank you mistress...may I have another. As soon as I had
managed to bring myself even closely into position...TWACK. 'Arrrrgggghhhh', I
groaned in pain. This time my knees did buckle and all of my weight was being
supported by my twin-cuffed wrists. 'Elllevvvveeenn', I stammered, from my
crouched position. My rear end was positioned directly over my spread ankles,
rotating of it own accord. The pain was incredible. TWACK. Without even
waiting for me to regain the proper posture, Lucinda sent a sizzling under hand
cut upwards against my butt. My tired legs found the strength to spring me to
attention as I screamed, 'TWELVE', through the pain. The paddle had clipped a
piece of my pussy and the pain from that was so great it was like all the others
before hadn't counted.
'Oh, poor baby', she crooned. 'It seems that I went just a little bit too far
with that last stroke.' My body was still in shock, legs taut as cables
standing straight up. Lucinda began to gently rub my sex and another jolt
passed through my body. All of the pain seemed to transfer into the sexual heat
burning between my legs. It was like someone had switched the current from DC
to AC. Her hand rubbed back and forth over my love mound. 'Ohhhhh, yes', I
groaned closing my eyes and relaxing. I felt something hard slide between my
wet pussy lips, it felt like a dildo with a head and a stiff body. 'Yes,
Yessss, Yesssss', I moaned in ecstasy as she pushed and pulled the stiff penis
in and out of me. I quickly began to squat down to meet her thrust and impale
myself further on the hard rod. It wasn't as pliable as my own dildo when it
went deep into my love canal, but I loved its every movement. 'Yessss, Yesss...
Oh Yeessssss', I moaned as my breathing quickened and my orgasm neared. Even
the bells bouncing on my chest were adding to my unbridled excitement. Lucinda
slowed her movements, 'Beg slave. Beg so that I will let you cum.' Her
manipulations had almost stopped. My wrists suspended me as I hung as low as I
could, doing everything possible to push the dildo into me. 'Please, Please....
Pleaaaaaseee, mistress', I wheedled and whined in frustration. 'Please make me
cum.' The Cheshire smile was back, 'of course I will dear slave... If you will
eat me. What do you say? Yes or No.' I threw my head back and screamed in
anger and frustration. 'NO, MISTRESS', I cried as tears slid down my cheeks.
She immediately pulled the object out of my cunt and said easily, 'Assume the
position, slave'. I continued to cry frustrated tears. The whipping had hurt
like hell, but it hadn't made me cry. This sexual teasing had though, and it
was wearing me down. I tensed my quivering butt muscles once again. Crack.
'Aaaaaiiieeeeeeee', I screamed once more. The blow had landed on my back this
time. If was definitely the braided whip and while some of the strands had
landed on the thick protecting satin, the rests landed across my naked shoulder
blades. When I finally regained my breath, I stammered, 'One. Thank you
mistress may I have another.' Swish. CRACK. I was thrust against my bonds by
the weight of the blow. 'Two', I said through gritted teeth. 'Thank you
mistress may I have another'. Swish. CRACK. 'OOOoooowwwwoooo', I moaned.
'Threeeee', I whined and then I thanked Lucinda and asked for the next stroke.
'Oh, my', she said. 'You should see your back. All these little pink lines
running everywhere, with some larger pink dots where the knots landed. I looks
almost like a road map.' Pink lines I wondered, hell they felt like open
wounds. 'I don't think that I would wear that see-through shirt of yours
tomorrow.' Lucinda finished with a smirk.
Swish. Crack. 'Four, mistress. May I have another.' She moved to my legs now
starting at the top of my right thigh and working downward. Each time the whip
connected with my leg, the braided strands would wrap around it until the knot
landed. Four strokes down my right leg and four strokes up my left leg.
'Eeelllleeeveeen, mistress. May I pleeease have another', I stammered out
tiredly. 'I don't think that you should wear stockings tomorrow either, dear
slave', Lucinda teased me. 'Unless of course you want everyone to know that you
were whipped the night before'. The last one came down sharply between my
shoulder blades, pushing the air out of my lungs in its intensity.
'Twwweeellvveee', I groaned. 'Please mistress may I have another.'
'Oh, you would like another', Lucinda asked. 'Well, I thought that we were done
with this whip, but... if you really want another one with it I would be happy
to do so.' My tired mind processed what she was saying and I screamed, 'NOOO.
No thank you mistress. May I please have another with the last whip.' She
smiled, 'Of course you can slave. But first I thought I'd try this again.' Her
hand began to rub my sex once more. This time looking down I saw it was the
handle of the whip that she was thrusting into me. AC switched to DC, and my
tired body doggedly began to respond. 'Nooo, Nooo, please don't do that again,
mistress', I begged. 'But, you do want to cum, don't you?', she asked
continuing her manipulations. Yes, I wanted to cum so badly it hurt. My
resistance was crumbling about me.
'No animals, no groups... no women', I mumbled to myself. I had made this rule
up when I was barely eighteen years old. I had needed it after my disastrous
first love affair. At seventeen he convinced me to let him have me. In only a
few months he had convinced me that it was all right for me to give him
blowjobs. But soon he wanted more. Unknown to me he had been seeing another
girl. A senior. She was as desperately in love with him as I was; I found this
out because he brought us together one evening. My parents were out and when he
arrived at my house, she was with him. Right out he told us that he had been
seeing, each of us separately, but now it had come time for us to serve him
together. I don't remember how he convinced us, but he did it. All three of us
naked on the soft carpet went at it. We alternated sucking his cock, riding it
up and down from the top position, or kissing and fondling him while he screwed
the other. I wanted him so much, that it all seemed to make sense. When he had
come as many times as he possibly could, it had gotten nasty. He started
calling us sluts and ordered us to kiss each other. If we complained he slapped
us and finally ordered us to eat each other. At the end of the evening after
everyone had left, I decided that I had never felt worse about myself then just
then. In the shower I made up my rules. I called up Ami and told her what I
was feeling and that I couldn't do this any more. She agreed and finally we
confronted our soon to be ex-boyfriend. He laughed when we told him it was
over, threatening us with public humiliation. We laughed back and told him if
he tried that we would tell, every girl in the school that we had almost went
all the way with him, but when we saw how small his penis was we couldn't stop
laughing. I thought he was going to hit us, but he just turned red and stormed
away.
'No animals, No groups, No women'. Lucinda continued thrusting the handle of
the whip into my aching sex organ. 'Hmmmm', she asked silkily. 'Are you ready
to pay the fee for sexual release or shall we get back to your punishment.' I
hung frustrated and tired in my restraints. 'No women...' I mumbled. More
determinedly I continued, 'Please continue with my punishment mistress.' I
winced and bit my lip as the whip handle slipped out of my sex.
'Assume the position', Lucinda ordered once again. I straightened my legs and
leaned forward. I opened my tired eyes as I felt a cool wind blowing against my
overheated love mound. My eyes widened as I realized that the wind was coming
from Lucinda's remaining punishment instrument. She was rotating the whip in
such a way that the leather blades were revolving like the propeller on an
airplane engine. Worst of all though was that the leather fan was getting
closer and closer to my poor cunny. 'No...no.... Your not going to whip me
there?' I stammered in disbelief. She just smiled at me and raised the whip a
little closer. The rotating blades finally met my love mound, in a constant
slapping motion. 'Ohhhh..... Ohhhhh......Ohhhh', I stammered again and again.
My body stiffened as each and every muscle tightened to fight off the flying
fingers of pain.
'No... Not there', I said more forcefully. She smiled again and replied, 'Oh
yes, dear slave,....THERE!' SNAAAPPP. Lucinda slammed the whip upwards into my
exposed sex. 'Aaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeee', I howled in pain. My whole body jerked
towards the ceiling, but there was no hiding from the intense pain that flashed
through me. Compared to the other strokes this one would have been considered
light, but the tender skin that the thin leather strips smacked made the whole
area burn.
'Count, slave', Lucinda commanded. I had almost forgotten as my mind was
blanked by the newly experienced agony. 'One', I shouted quickly. 'Thank you
mistress, may I have another'. I added more breathlessly. My body had stopped
taking in air for a few seconds and I almost had to remember how to do it.
Gasping, my chest heaved, sending the dangling bells to pealing brightly. The
disregarded discomfort of my nipples resurged itself until it was a prominent
factor in my pain infested body. Swish. SNNNAAAAPPP. I screeched and tried
desperately to pull myself upwards and away from the incredible torment. This
one had been only as hard as the last, but only the tips of the whip seemed to
find my furry love lips. 'Two', I croaked and asked for my next stroke.
Lucinda took her sweet time between strokes. Sweat was pouring down my now
slick form.
'Put your heels back on the floor, and get back into position', Lucinda ordered.
Looking down at my feet I hadn't realized that I was standing on my tiptoes like
a ballerina. The pumps themselves remained married to my feet by there strappy
closures. I slid back into position. I could feel the muscles between my legs
twitch uncontrollably, expecting the next slicing stoke. SNNAAPPP. I didn't
have long to wait. I almost asked for mercy then, but I bit my lip and held on.
The cunt whipping and my counting continued. In between the strokes Lucinda
softly rubbed my clit and the little nub within. Just as I would begin to relax
and close in on that elusive orgasm... WHAP. The next blow would land. I
thought at first that this would turn me off from wanting to climax, but it had
exactly the opposite effect!!! A sexual frenzy over took my confused mind.
That pleasure and pain line that they talk so much about began to blur. I cried
out as my cunt cringed at each blow and than breathlessly pleaded for her
caress. The kiss of the whip and the careful caressing just missed getting me
off as I cried in total frustration, 'Twelve'. I yelled and pulled at my bonds.
'Please mistress, may I have another... Please', I begged pitifully.
At first she didn't answer me. Then dropping the whip on the table she
emphasized the movement by saying, 'No, Sharon. Part of your punishment is that
you won't be allowed to orgasm. Also I think its time that you and I had a long
talk'. Realizing that any further imprecations would be useless, I hung tiredly
in my bonds and cried softly. Now that the possibility of me achieving orgasm
had been taken away, my entire mind turned to the pain. My whole body felt
battered and my lower lips felt like ground meat. But, I knew that I had
survived the first whipping. Later I would decide what part of this new
experience I would allow into my love life.
Lucinda undid my bonds quickly and helped support me over to a soft love seat.
I winced as I tried to sit. Knowingly, she pulled me towards her so that my
tear streaked face rested in her leather-covered lap. This allowed my weight to
rest on my side and not my blistered bottom. Her fingers flowed softly through
my now tangled locks. It was very comforting, almost motherly.
'When I was a young girl', Lucinda began softly, 'I had an awaking such as
yours. I was only nineteen, at the time though, so I was easily influenced to
do whatever my master wanted. All I wanted to do was please him. Two years,
while I was in college, I was this man's slave.' Her voice had taken on a
dreamy, reminiscent tone. 'While I don't think that I was ever quite as
beautiful as you, my dear, I wasn't bad either. My long platinum blond hair,
combined with my firm tits and lithe form made me the desire of many men. But I
only had eyes for one.'
'He was the one who introduced me to whipping', she continued. 'He took loving
care to explain each of its many facets... and like you nearly found out, showed
me that applied properly you can achieve orgasms. Many of them even more
intense then the pain, which had just been inflicted upon you. In essence, he
made me want to be bound and whipped... his love slave.' She paused, realizing
that I was no longer crying and listening intently. 'You dear Sharon', she said
softly. 'Are at those same cross roads. If the right person comes along I have
no doubt that you will make him a wonderful slave. But you must be very careful
to pick the right person to be your master.' She laughed a little, 'I had
thought that you might actually like a mistress to guide you into this new
world, but you have obviously decided that only a master will do.' Then she
surprised me with a question I had only recently begun to think about. 'What do
you want your fantasy master to be like?' I gulped down air, blushing as I
spluttered, 'A lot like Mr. Thatcher... except younger.'
Lucinda chuckled. 'Of course', she said. 'You really liked your little bondage
encounter with those two. Hmmmm, so it's going to be a true 'love bondage'
relationship for you. Not bad, young lady. Mike and Ann are very good role
models. She's strong in many ways, like you, and I have never seen her act
submissive to him in normal every day life. Yes, that would be good for you. I
only wish I had been as smart about my own entrance into this type of life.'
She sat quietly for a moment.
'What happened to make you stop, being his.... love slave?', my excessive
curiosity made me ask. 'You said you were only with him for two years.' Lucinda
breathed deeply. 'I should have known from the beginning that something was
wrong with the whole relationship. He was a history professor at the State
College I was attending and quite a bit older than I. The end was what he gave
me for my twenty-first birthday... or actually who he gave me to I should say.
He lent me, or maybe sold me, to two other masters who were making a whipping
film. For four days and nights, myself and another young girl were scourged and
screwed.' She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts, before continuing.
'They were both true masters. We were constantly in fear of not pleasing them
and at the same time kept on the edge of imminent sexual climax. Only when they
were truly ready would they allow us to cum.' She looked down at me and
explained, 'don't misunderstand Sharon that is what an experienced master does
for his love slave. It is the wait and the anticipation that makes the final
release all the better. But these men weren't our chosen master's and they were
more interested in inflicting pain upon the two of us then in any of the sexual
gratification that they demanded.' She shuddered. 'These men were truly
sadistic. One of them would jerk off on my reddened rump while the other
continued to beat me. Then they would switch places and repeat the process.
They did this multiple times to both of us and not just our asses were the
targets of their wild whippings.' Her eyes glared into mine. 'My back, my
buttocks, my thighs... my chest and yes, even my cunt felt this treatment. To
add insult to injury, they even had us blow them to excite themselves enough,
because they had come so many times that they couldn't arose themselves through
their own efforts.' Lucinda's gaze softened and she took on that lazy
reminiscent attitude once again. 'After two weeks of recovering, I resumed my
place as love slave to the professor. Finals exams were do during the next few
weeks and I was able to reduce my visits to practically nil. As soon as finals
were over and grades posted, I packed my car and left. I didn't even return for
the graduation ceremony. If fact I never returned.' She paused thoughtfully.
'I am sure that he found some other young neophyte to serve him, but I couldn't
do anything about that. You my dear I can help and if you will let me I will
help you.'
I didn't know what to say. All I did know was that bondage; even the agony of
being whipped held a certain fascination for me. They excited me beyond any
other type of thrill that I had yet experienced in my young life. 'I think I
would like that', I replied guardedly. 'But, how will you be able to help me?'
Lucinda laughed. 'You see you are not all submissive. That question is way to
straightforward for a true submissive to ask.' She helped me sit up, my crotch
was extremely sore, but I could at least sit now. Sliding her hands onto my
shoulders and looking softly into my eyes, she said, 'I can be your friend....
your sister, if you will. You young lady are going to need a lot of advice as
you enter this arena. What limits should you set on how rough your B&D play
will be? How do you communicate this to your lover / master? Even such simple
things such as what to wear to really set him on fire.' Looking at me with her
big ice-blue eyes I could feel a warm that I had never known existed in them.
'I have plenty of people will to share my bed... but, I am running a little low
on people that I can call friends. What do you say honey? Do you want big sis
to help you out or not?'
It was tough to believe that this was the same women that had been whipping me
so mercilessly just a few minutes before. But now I understood that she was
teaching me a needed lesson about the new world that I was entering. It could
have been a very dangerous lesson in the hands of the wrong person. I felt a
warm towards her that I had not felt in all long time.
I put my hands onto her shoulders and beamed at her. 'Thank you, Lucinda' I
gushed. 'I think we are already friends.... but, to be able to share this new
world with another woman, that would be wonderful.' She helped me upstairs and
got me out of my sexy costume. Brooking no argument, she had me sit in the
large tub while she bathed me. A bottle of white wine and the warm water did
wonders to restore me.
I soon found myself asking her every question that I had ever imagined about
bondage, both physiological and physical. Her answers were wonderfully
reassuring and informative. Lucinda related anecdotes of adventures that I
would never, could never have even dreamed up! But, the feelings she spoke
of... the overwhelming, almost additive feelings. The desire to please and the
need to be pleased all commingled into a steady flow and the promise of a
beautiful relationship... with the right person of course.
She helped me dry myself after my bath and kneaded soothing oils into my still
aching flesh. Knowingly, the remarkable woman steered clear of my sex and let
me attend to that area myself. I was still a little unsure of her 'no strings
attached' attitude and this reassured me greatly. After drying myself one more
time, I slid into my silk pajamas and our discussion continued.
When I was beginning to nod off she helped me back to my room and put me to bed.
'Do you trust me?' she asked as I lay there. Tentatively I replied, 'Yes, I
think, I do'. She smiled at my less than enthusiastic response. 'Don't worry I
am not going to take advantage of you... despite how delicious that would be.
What I am going to do is bind you to your bed.' I smile back at her and said,
'That's awfully sweet of you... but I don't understand, why?' Her smile
widened. 'Very simply, because I don't want you to cum. You remember it was
part of your punishment. Of course, now I have two motivations.' As she spoke
she began to bind my ankles to the appropriate posts. I didn't try to stop her,
or deny her right to bind me. 'And what is this second motivation of yours....
mistress', I asked. If I was being bound I should use the proper title for
Lucinda and also I thought that I would get better results with honey. 'It
simple really, my dear', she said softly. 'I intend to make sure that you don't
have an orgasm until we find your Mr. Right!' I looked at her incredulously as
she finished tying off my final wrist, 'You've got to be kidding!!!' I exploded.
While my mouth was wide open she popped in the ball gag. She laughed as she
asked again, 'Do you trust me, dearest?' Taking my time, I slowly nodded my
head. 'Good, because I think I know of the perfect person for you. Oh, I could
be wrong my dear, but I think he would fit the bill rather nicely.' I pulled at
my bonds and tried to squeal questions past the heavy rubber, but my efforts
were useless. 'Relax, my dear. You will find out his name and everything about
him in due time.... but, for now you must be kept in the dark.' With that and
another laugh, she slid my satin sleep mask in place. 'Good night, dearest',
she called as I heard the light switch click. 'Pleasant dreams', she chuckled
as the door was closed.
Taking deep breaths I calmed myself and my racing thoughts down. There was
nothing that I could do about anything just at the moment.... being bound and
gagged spread eagle to a bed does have that effect. Resigning myself to another
sexually unfulfilling night, I let the warmth of the comforter surround me and
drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
