Chapter 6

THE SPECIAL ARMCHAIR in the room consisted of two heavily overstuffed arms placed too close together to sit between in the conventional manner of using a chair. Above those arms was a high, thickly padded but stoutly made back.

Marie led Joanna to the chair and told her to face the back of the chair and kneel with one leg resting on either arm. As quickly as Joanna obeyed, Marie buckled the wide straps around her legs.

She then instructed Joanna to lean forward slightly and extend her hands and arms from the elbows down around the back of the chair. Straps back there were fastened around the wrists, firmly securing them.

Then Marie stepped back and touched a lever which caused that sturdy back of the chair to tip slowly but steadily backwards. Joanna's upper body, naturally, was drawn right along with it. A startled cry came from her lips.

I glanced at Kathy. She was looking worried. I told her quietly, "You'll have a big advantage."

She glanced at me, her worried eyes questioning.

"The frightfulness of the unknown will be gone," I said. She nodded, but didn't look greatly reassured.

Meanwhile, Joanna found herself drawn gently forward until the back of the chair was parallel with the floor. As the back had lowered, a large cushion had emerged where back and arms joined. Now it supported Joanna's pelvic area so that her rear was thrust high into the air, her position somewhat like it would be had she been resting upon knees and elbows upon the floor. Her mini skirt had fallen forward, up over her delightfully curving young hips, leaving her bottom nearly nude, clad only by her scanty sheer panties. I'll have to admit it was a sight that raised a rush of desire within me that was feverish in its intensity.

"God, this is awful!" Joanna murmured in a voice that was very near a whimper. "I'm so ... embarrassed!"

"Have you learned anything so far?" Marie asked.

"I don't know ... I feel like such a fool, I don't know!" Joanna murmured plaintively. "What, like--? "

"Look at the fix you're in," Marie suggested. "What could you do to protect yourself if someone wanted to use you in some way you thought was repulsive and terrible?"

"Nothing," Joanna whispered.

"Exactly," Marie nodded. "So if anyone else ever suggests to you that you submit to restraints of any kind, I hope you'll remember this and tell them where they can go."

"If I live to be a hundred, I'll never forget this," Joanna declared fervently. "Please let me loose now!"

"We'll let you loose when we're certain you'll never forget," Marie told her firmly.

Then Marie stepped to a panel of switches near the chair Joanna was fastened in. She flicked a switch that brought something to life inside the chair causing Joanna's body to be stretched lengthwise in an awkward position.

Marie stepped in beside her and unbuttoned Joanna's blouse. The blouse fell open and Joanna's breasts escaped its minimal restraint to come springing out proudly into view.

"What a pair of fresh lovies!" I murmured. Then I noticed Joanna didn't look exactly thrilled about my obvious admiration. In fact she looked like she was feeling just about as uncool as I would have felt in her place. I glanced quickly at Kathy who's face mirrored the same expression.

A section under Joanna's knees lowered at the flick of another switch. Marie stepped in again and pulled Joanna's skirt all the way up and her panties down, exposing her bare ass to all. Joanna began pleading, "Please let me go. Please?"

Marie asked, "If you'd let some European pervert get you into this kind of situation, do you think all you'd have to do to get free would be to cry a little and tell him you'd changed your mind? I've promised not to do anything to really hurt you. But I'm going to give you an idea what might happen if you ever let the wrong person-"

Joanna interrupted, protesting, "But I've already said I'd never forget! I promise! Please?"

Marie didn't say any more. She pulled Joanna's panties on down from just below her ass to her ankles. She released one ankle, pulled the panties free of it, then clamped the ankle back down in the grip of the wide strap.

Another switch was flicked. The section under Joanna's bare ass moved upward until her bare ass was thrust into the air above her head of feet.

Meanwhile, another switch had been flicked, causing the parts supporting Joanna's legs to move apart, taking her imprisoned legs with them. When they stopped, Joanna's legs were spread wide; her cunt was displayed to all, the lips of it opened wide. She sobbed in fright, "Please stop! I'm scared! I've never felt this helpless. This vulnerable! I'll never forge-"

Her plea broke off in a startled gasp. Marie had sent the silken lash of one of the whips singing down upon Joanna's naked tits.

She gave Joanna no time to determine whether or not she'd actually been hurt. She sent the lash singing down upon Joanna's defenseless tits again and again and again.

Quickly a bright blush burned throughout the skin covering Joanna's tits. Both her nipples stood rigidly at excited attention. A thorough sucking and tonguing couldn't have made them look more indescribably delicious and sensuous.

Surprisingly enough, the look of fright that had contorted Joanna's face moments earlier was gone. She'd started wriggling her ass with tiny movements while a breathless little panting sound came from her. And the look on her face had changed to a crooked little smile. It was obvious she'd started experiencing pleasant sensations which were growing more intense the longer the silken lashes continued caressing her naked tits.

The lash abruptly changed its target area and went singing down into Joanna's open cunt, bringing a sharp gasp from her. The second time the lash went singing down upon her defenseless cunt and clitoris, she gasped again, but less sharply than the first time.

As the silken lash continued its caresses to her cunt, Joanna's soft gasps turned into ecstatic moans that soon took on the sound of excruciating intensity. Within moments her ass was wriggling frantically and the sound of her moans and gasps made it obvious she was very near to the point of triggering off into orgasm.

Before she quite made it, Marie switched the lash's caresses back to Joanna's tits. It left streaks of cunt-juice glistening across the flesh of Joanna's tits each time it fell, marking its trail across her defenseless flesh as clearly as if its trail was being marked in blood.

When the silken lash no longer left those trails of slippery cunt-juice across Joanna's tits when it fell, Marie switched its caresses back to Joanna's cunt. Within moments she had Joanna right on the verge of orgasm again. But before Joanna could quite .make it, Marie switched the caressing lash back to her tits again.

That was the pattern she kept up, switching the caresses of the lash back and forth from blushing tits to burning cunt, again and again, without ever letting Joanna quite reach the relief of orgasm. Soon Joanna was writhing against her restraints, screaming as she thrust her sizzling cunt upward to welcome the ravishing silk. Obviously she was frantic for the impact of its caresses to trigger her.

I've experienced and seen some pretty wild things in my time, but this scene had me feeling uneasy. I was hoping Marie really did know exactly what she was doing. It looked to me as if she had driven Joanna to the point where she very easily could totally blow her mind.

Perhaps Marie picked up my thoughts telepathically. She switched the lash from Joanna's blushing tits back to her fiery cunt a final time. That time she kept flaying Joanna's rigid clitoris and open cunt with that lash until Joanna screamed and started coming. I could actually see the lips of her open cunt jerking with the power of the pulsations. I glanced at Kathy; she was staring at her friend's anguished appearing struggle as if spellbound.

I found myself very nearly spellbound by dirty-old-man thoughts of how delicious that tender young cunt of Joanna's would be feeling if my aching cock was in it instead of crammed up in the crotch of my pants. If Marie hadn't made me promise, when I'd made the arrangements, not to get any such ideas so long as the girls and I were here in her place, I might have proposed such an experiment. As it was, I just suffered in silence as my cock continued its determined struggle to force its way through the material of my pants.

Joanna's screaming orgasm went on and on and on until I began to wonder if perhaps she hadn't actually burned out something in her mind. Marie just kept on pouring that silken lash to the open lips of Joanna's gushing, struggling cunt. I finally yelled, "Don't you think you'd better let her save a little for another time? Some women never come as much in a whole lifetime as she's-"

Marie interrupted, giving me a wry smile as she dropped the arm with which she'd been swinging the lash, chuckling, "Every girl should be so lucky!" She went to the cabinet and put the whip away with the others there. When she turned back, Joanna had finally stopped coming. Her anguished scream had stilled into a panting moan.

Marie walked to the control panel and started flipping switches. A moment later Joanna was in her original position. The heavy straps holding her wrists and ankles were unbuckled. She was free again.

But Joanna didn't seem in the least anxious to get away from there. She turned herself to a sitting position, then just slumped there looking thoroughly weary but also utterly blissful. I knew a moment of real fear that perhaps a fuse actually had been blown somewhere in her mind by the trip she'd been on.

Then Joanna murmured, "I'd never have believed it! Who needs drugs when they can enjoy a trip like that?"

Marie cautioned, "But you come out of it feeling considerably different if a real whip is used on you. Don't forget that. And don't forget the guys who go in for restraints usually go in for real whips, too. There's always that fine line between the sick and the intensely pleasant that you have to constantly be alert for in everything sexual. That's why you need to know people, men or women, so long and so well ... before you even consider trusting yourself to them sexually."

Joanna nodded slowly and murmured, "I think I'm beginning to really understand what you mean."

Marie chuckled quietly, "Then pull yourself together and move out of the way. It's your friend Kathy's turn."

Kathy surprised me, the way she snapped, "Don't sweat it, lady! Kathy will pass!"

Before Marie or I had a chance to comment, Joanna jeered, "Don't tell me my dear chum's turning into a plastic;-"

Kathy interrupted, snapping, "I've seen all of it. Why should I-"

"Damned right you've seen it all, so you won't be having any nasty surprises sprung on you, like I did!" Joanna snapped right back. "And this whole cram course in sexual adventure was your idea, remember? That's why you shouldn't miss out on experiencing every bit personally, not merely by observation. You just try to chicken out and I'll report you to our-"

"All right, all right!" Kathy cut in sharply. "I'll show you!"

Kathy began peeling off her clothing.

As blouse and skirt and panties fell in a heap, she was muttering, "I'm not so damned inhibited I have to be tied down before someone can get my clothes off me!"

When she stood naked before us, she gave Marie a defiant glance as she challenged, "Let's get on with it!"

Marie glanced at me with a quiet smile, then got Kathy strapped down. As the last heavy strap was buckled tight around Kathy's ankle, she let herself go limp against the overstuffed contraption.

Marie flipped switches, the parts of the rig moved under Kathy. Her body moved with it as unresisting as if her flesh had turned to putty. Not a murmur came from her as her ass was hoisted toward the ceiling and her legs were stretched apart, opening her sweet cunt wide. She obviously had made up her mind to act like the whole experience was a total nothing.