Chapter 4
Mary Lynn stood naked at the foot of the woman's bed.
Right there in the woman's bedroom, the girl was going to be her sex slave. She tried to mentally prepare herself for the abuse she was about to receive. It wasn't easy. Mary Lynn knew that the woman was going to be quite cruel with her. The younger one could feel her heart pounding. She could feel herself starting to sweat. It was the cold sweat of her fear that she felt oozing from each and every one of her pores.
"I want you to stretch out on the bed," the woman said.
"Okay. Shall I get on my belly or my back?" the girl asked.
"i want you on your belly. You are going to be bound, baby."
"Bound? But why?" the girl asked, tilting her head to one side.
"Because sex slaves should learn to love their helplessness. That is why I am going to render you helpless," the woman said.
"The way you put it, you make it sound like it's going to be kind of fun."
"there is going to be nothing fun about it, I can tell you that."
Mary Lynn stretched out on her belly with her arms back at her sides, her legs were stretched back behind her toward the foot of the bed. The girl's knees were straight.
Her knees and ankles were close together.
"In what manner am I to be bound?" the girl asked, a little uncertainly.
"You are going to be bound to the bed's bedposts, baby."
"You mean, you mean I am to be spread-eagled?" the girl asked.
"that is correct. You are going to be bound to the bed stringently."
"Oh my. What are you going to use to tie me to the bed?"
"I am going to use thick pieces of rough rope. I will show you...."
Roberta Jean pulled the four evenly cut pieces of rope from a dresser drawer.
"But won't those ropes rub the skin off my ankles and wrists?"
"Yes."
"Oh ... you don't care about that...?"
"No ... I am your dominatrix, bitch, and you, you are my slave."
"Ohhh...."
"Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to change costume. I am going to don the attire of a dominatrix bitch."
"Before you bind me?"
"Yes. Right now, I want you to lie still and imagine what it will feel like to be bound. In a few minutes you are going to be in great pain, little girl."
"Ohhhh...."
Roberta Jean was smart enough about the ways of sado-masochism to know that dread was an important feature of any torture.
Mary Lynn could not see what the woman was doing behind her as the woman changed clothes. Roberta Jean put on a black leather corset that fit tightly around her middle.
The corset fit the woman's midsection so tightly that it enhanced her hourglass figure. There were half-cups at the top of the corset.
Those half cups fit underneath the woman's tits and pushed them up higher on her chest than they would have rested normally.
Roberta Jean put on a black garter belt and black stockings. She wore black high heels. Roberta Jean wore no panties.
Roberta Jean wore an outfit that was designed to leave her ass and cunt and tits exposed. She believed in a convenient outfit.
Then the woman moved so that the girl could see what she was wearing.
"What do you think?"
"Very sexy."
"Thanks."
Roberta Jean stood with her hands on her hips, her hips cocked to one side. Mary Lynn could tell that it was time to be bound.
Roberta Jean picked up the four pieces of rope with her right hand.
With her left hand, the woman grabbed the girl's left wrist. Roberta Jean dug her fingernails into the girl's flesh.
"Owwwwwwww," the girl said.
"Hurt?"
"Yes."
"Good."
Roberta Jean pulled the girl's left arm up over her head and then down in the direction of the appropriate bedpost.
Roberta Jean pulled on the girl's slender wing so hard that the girl thought her arm was about to be broken.
Roberta Jean pulled so hard that there was a frightening moment or two when the girl expected a compound fracture.
Mary Lynn did not know if her arm was going to break at the wrist or at the elbow-and decided it made no difference.
It would have hurt like hell either way. But it didn't happen. There was a moment when the girl thought her shoulder was about to be ripped right out of its socket, but that did not happen, either.
Roberta Jean did, however, pull the girl's arm so hard that the elbow became locked in the straight position.
Roberta Jean then wrapped one of the thick pieces of hemp rope around the wooden bedpost and the girl's slender wrist at the same time.
Roberta Jean began to tie the wrist in place and the girl began to whimper. Then the girl began to whine a bit.
"You are making it too tight, too tight," the girl said.
"Silly sex slave," the dominatrix bitch said with a laugh.
"Too tight-"
"There is no such thing as too tight," the woman said.
Roberta Jean tied the knot so tightly that the rope completely cut off the circulation of blood to the girl's hand.
Mary Lynn could feel the rope burning a ring into the flesh around her wrist. She could tell' that this was a ring that was going to take many days to fade, even after the bondage was removed. If the bondage was removed. For all the girl knew the woman was going to murder her right there on her bed while she was bound. For all the girl knew she had already experienced her last moments of freedom.
Mary Lynn could tell without looking that the tips of her fingers were turning a deep purple color. The tips of the girl's southpaw digit tips were turning the same color as the head of a man's cock when he had a full-fledged boner. Roberta Jean could see the darkness of the girl's fingertips, and that sight pleased her very much.
Mary Lynn could feel pins and needles in the tips of her fingers. Mary Lynn figured out on her own that .she was not going to be able to feel those pins and needles for very long. Mary Lynn could tell that soon she was not going to be able to feel anything at all in the tips of her fingers.
Soon, the girl could tell, she was not going to be able to feel anything at all in her fingers in general-or in her entire left hand, for that matter. Mary Lynn tried to wiggle her fingers at the knuckles and discovered to her dismay that she could only do this with an increasing amount of difficulty. Mary Lynn's knuckles were getting suffer and suffer. She could tell that soon her fingers were going to be immobile. Soon, the girl could tell, her digits were going to be rendered both unadulterated feelingless and motionless by the stringent hemp rope bondage the dominatrix bitch was so cruelly administering at that deliciously sexy moment. Since the head of the bed was pushed flush against the wall, the woman had to circle all the way around the foot to get to the other side so she could repeat the bondage process with the other arm. Roberta Jean once again pulled the girl's arm so hard that she heard the girl.
"Owwwwwwww," the girl said.
"Know what?"
"What?"
"I love hurting you."
"But why?"
"I am a sadist."
"Oh."
Roberta Jean, naturally enough, tied the second knot every bit as tight as the first. It was not long before the girl was unable to wiggle all ten of her fingers. Soon the girt could not feel anything in either one of her hands.
"Now I am going to bind you feet," the woman said.
"Please, please, I will not struggle, I will not struggle," the girl said.
"This bondage has nothing to do with that," the woman said.
"You just want to render me helpless?" the girl said.
"That's right."
"I am so frightened, I am so frightened," the girl said.
"Take my word for it, you have every right to be," the woman said.
Mary Lynn still had her legs kicked back behind her toward the foot of the bed with her knees straight and her knees and ankles close together.
Roberta Jean stood at the foot of the bed. The woman had her spiked high heels on the floor about shoulder-width apart.
Roberta Jean then jack-knifed at the waist and reached down with straightened arms so she could take the girl's ankles in her fists.
Roberta Jean squeezed the girl's finely-turned ankles very hard. Roberta Jean had her own elbows locked in the straight position, just like the girl's elbows. Roberta Jean then, with a single outward swoop of her straightened arms, pulled the girl's gams open. Roberta Jean opened up the girl's legs so far that her ass cheeks opened up a little bit with her inner thighs. Mary Lynn's inner and outer cunt lips opened a little bit. Roberta Jean opened the girl's inner thighs up past a perfect ninety degree angle to an obtuse angle.
"Stay like that."
"Okay."
Mary Lynn was not about to move.
Roberta Jean got busy and began to bind the girl's ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. Soon the girl's toes were purple and she could no longer wiggle them. It was not very long at all before the girl's feet were as feelingless and motionless as her hands. Mary Lynn's knees were locked as straight as her elbows. Mary Lynn discovered what being stringently bound was all about. She found that she could tense and relax her muscles but she could not move any of them. She could lift her face from the bed and she could turn her preciously beautiful kisser from side to side a little bit, but she decided to keep her head still. It too a hell of a lot of energy to move her head, she discovered. More energy than it was worth. Mary Lynn correctly assumed that she was going to need all of the pooled energy she could muster before the sado-masochistic sex session with the leather-clad dominatrix bitch was complete.
"Now you are going to get the whip," the woman said.
"The what?" the girl asked with a note of horror in her voice.
"I think you heard me."
"Please, not the whip."
"Yes, I'm afraid so. The whip."
"What, what sort of a whip are you going to use on me?"
"What kind would you like?"
"I have a choicer'
"Certainly."
"What are my choices?"
"Bullwhip, cat of nine tails or riding crop," Roberta Jean said.
"Which is the smallest, Roberta Jean?" the girl said.
"The riding crop."
"I want that one."
"It is also, Some have said, the most painful," the woman said. "I should have known."
"Don't worry, you would have experienced agony no matter which of the three you had chosen," the woman said.
"What is a riding crop?"
"It is a horse whip."
"Like jockeys use?"
"Precisely," the woman said. "What is it made of?"
"The outside if black leather."
"What is inside, make makes it crack?" the girl said.
"That is a shoot of fine imported bamboo," the woman said.
"From where is the bamboo imported?" the girl asked.
"Are you really interested or are you stalling?" the woman said. "I am interested."
"The bamboo, if I'm not mistaken, is imported from India."
"Oh."
Roberta Jean had the riding crop in her right fist tightly.
"I love this whip. It is so handy, so compact," the woman said.
Roberta Jean stood beside the bed above Mary Lynn's hips.
"Get ready for agony."
"I am ready."
Roberta Jean raised her right arm high over her head and cocked the whip back behind her neck a bit-just as if she were cocking the hammer of an old-fashioned pistol.
Then the whip came down.
Mary Lynn could hear a whistling sound as the leather and bamboo horse whip displaced air during its downward path.
Then there was that noise.
CRACK!
It sounded as if a gun had been discharged in the room.
The truth of the matter was that Mary Lynn heard the sound of the whip on her body before she felt the pain.
It took Mary Lynn's nervous system that long to get the awful message from her ass to her brain. Then the pain arrived.
"OWWWWWWWW!"
"Hurt?"
"YES!"
"Good."
Roberta Jean raised the whip a second time. It came down again.
CRACK!
"OWWWWWWWW!"
Roberta Jean was careful not to strike the girl twice in the same place. She knew that would be a bloody Waste of time.
Roberta Jean knew that Mary Lynn's nerve-endings were being deadened and numbed by the trauma of each blow.
Roberta Jean certainly could not see the point in striking Mary Lynn in a place where she could no longer feel it.
Roberta Jean wanted Mary Lynn's pain to be fresh and new with each blow.
CRACK!
SMACK!
WHACK!
CRACK!
"OWWWWWWWW!"
Roberta Jean did not stop whipping until Mary Lynn's ass cheeks were covered with angry welts. Mary Lynn could feel the pain spreading outward from the cheeks of her ass to affect each and every one of her nerve-endings, with the exception, of course, of those in her hands and feet where she could not feel anything at all.