Chapter 4
He came into the room with a very stern look on his face. He carried a drink in one hand, and in the other several strands of rope. He placed them on the dresser, and then walked over to her, slapping her hard on the face. Janet felt the tingly rush of blood to her cheek, and she felt a thrill inside her.
"Okay, you filthy little tramp," he said to her. "I thought I made it very clear to you that you would receive your fucking when I was good and ready to give it to you. You could have tried acting like other people, but no, you had to go through this charade for the second night in a row, hoping that I would just go out of my skull with desire for you filthy, disgusting cunt, isn't that right?"
"Yes," she said blankly. He reached up, took a handful of her hair, and wound it up between his fingers so that it was being held in an extremely hurtful manner, causing her much pain.
"You stupid cunt," he drawled at her. "You should know by this time that the only proper form of address is to call me 'sir,' now isn't that right?"
"Yes, sir, yes master," she cried. He released her hair, and she pulled back, holding her head. She was beginning to feel the tingle of fright, and could tell that this was going to be a very stimulating domination.
"That's better," he stated. "That's much better. I can see that although you are impudent, and need to be reminded of your duties, you manage to learn very quickly. That will help you in the long run. He stepped back by the dresser, and pulled up a small dressing stool, sitting himself down on it, and lifting his drink. "Well now, you don't think I'm going to do this and ruin all those gorgeous clothes that I wasted my money on, do you? Down to your panties, you stupid bitch! That dress cost a pretty penny, and I don't want to see it damaged just because it was unfortunate enough to be on your disobedient back."
Janet began to strip her clothes off very slowly. She was feeling embarrassed at having to strip in front of this demanding, macho stud who was about to whip her violently to ease his furious passion, and she could sense already that her pussy was moist and eager for whatever was to follow.
She was soon stark nude, except for the skimpy black panties that covered her modestly, and Phil got up, smiling as he walked around her. He ordered her to stand at attention, and he did a complete tour of her quivering nakedness, touching the ice-cold glass to the small of her back, and her nipples. She winced at the cold, trying to stay at attention while the chilly sensations aroused her nipples to erection.
"Interesting," he stated, staring at the puckered tit tip. "It looks as though you're ready now so spread your legs, whore!"
Janet did as she was told, standing with her legs as far apart as she could manage. She expected the whipping to start soon, but instead, Phil had her do things to herself. First, he had her play with her nipples. After having her do that for a few minutes, she was ordered to put a finger inside her panties, and play with her cunt. She obeyed this command as well, toying with her clitoris, reaching further in and slipping her finger up the cunt. She was beginning to turn herself on, and she fit more fingers in, thrusting them in and out as though they were a cock, feeling the moisture increase its presence, sticking to her panties, and spreading out on the flesh inside her thighs and around her cunt, mixing up in her bush as well.
Phil was back on his feet now, and he shook her out of her blissful state by squeezing a nipple, rather softly this time, and ordering her to reach down, and grab hold of her ankles. She did so, and he slipped the panties down. He exposed the rounded flanks of her ass, and he told her now to take one of her fingers and play with herself again, without pulling the panties out of the position they were now in. She did this, and she felt a wave of joy rush over her body the moment she put her finger to her cunt again. Phil caressed her buttocks behind her, and moved his hands down to the tops of the thighs also, finally coming up, running the hand in between the cheeks, and then flattening the palms against the buttocks so that they opened up to give a fine view of her asshole and pussy.
He concentrated on the crack, running fingers up both sides, and then slipped the finger to the opening of the asshole, worming it in slowly. Janet's sphincter offered no resistance to his finger this time, and it slipped in with a maximum of ease. She slipped her own finger into her cunt, and could feel it rubbing up against his in the adjoining tunnel.
Phil pushed the finger into the ass as far as it would go, and then with it sitting at the maximum point of penetration, he lifted his other hand and brought it squarely down on the helpless Janet's ass. He repeated this procedure a number of times, smacking hard, especially against the areas that he had made sore the night before. Janet still had her finger in her cunt, and she could get little jolts of pleasurable pain every time he hit her and she was jolted so that the layer of flesh between the twin holes was pinched. She howled and giggled at the same time, feeling the wounds begin to tingle with the stimulation of the fresh beating.
He soon tired of this, and sensing it wasn't causing her enough pain, he tied her arms behind her back, and had her kneel on the floor. He stood before her, and removed his shoes. His feet, large feet at that, were covered by black socks which he ordered her to remove with her teeth. Janet tried to pull them from the toes, but this didn't work out. She had to reach up above the pant cuffs, and grab onto them at that point. She pulled them off, taking care not to nick her teeth against his skin. She removed one, then the other, and waited his orders.
"Kiss them," he ordered. She bent over, and applied her lips to his toes, kissing each one individually on the nails and also on the fleshy parts. "Lick them," he ordered. "Lick them really good. I want to feel that tongue in between my toes, licking out everything there, and I want to feel you work to the underside of my feet as well."
She commenced licking, sticking her tongue out, and feeling the moist surface touch the rather cold flesh. She licked them slowly, often flicking her tongue across the tips. She pressed the tongue against the spot where the toes met, and forced her tongue in between. She licked all the way back to where the toes receded to the main part of the foot, and after she had done this, she moved it down to the floor, and pushed against the bottom of his feet, and as he lifted, she scooted the tongue underfoot, licking at the entire sole of his bare foot. She finished this process, and he ordered her to suck the toes. This she did to them individually, drawing her tongue over them as she applied the sucking pressure to each toe, feeling the edges of his toenails inside her mouth, scraping just enough to be felt but never to cut. She completed her task, and then he put the other foot in front of her face.
"Same thing," he commanded. And she obediently went through the entire process again.
When she finished sucking the last digit on the other foot, he stepped away from her angrily. "That was miserable," he complained. "That was just about the worst toe sucking that I've ever had to endure. I don't know why the hell I put up with it, it was so bad. You've displeased me, you bitch, you know that? You've displeased me, and you know what that means, don't you? Don't you?" He emphasized his displeasure by giving her a swift boot to the rear.
"No master, what does it mean?" she whimpered, the powerful force of his foot sending shivers throughout her ass and pelvic area.
"It means," he went on to say, "that you are going to get a taste of my whip. You are going to be punished for what you did, do you understand that?" He took off his belt. She heard the tinkling belt buckle as he removed it and allowed it to swing ominously to the foot of the bed. She saw it come around in front of her face, extended out there by his outstretched hand.
"Kiss it," he hissed, "Kiss the buckle, you slimy cunt." She did as she was told. He brought it back behind her, just above the floor and she nervously anticipated the first blow that she knew was coming.
It didn't come for a long while. He ran the belt along her spine, allowed the tip of the unbuckled edge to run along the ass crack, and then he actually bent down and inserted the tip in her vagina. She felt the lips open before the skinny leather phallus, and he shoved it rather far into her, bringing a gasp of contentment from her. He left it there, and suddenly, she felt the sharp sting against her buttocks, landing full and hard on her relaxed, vulnerable ass. She was confused as to how this was being done, when she realized that he had looped the belt so that he could take short and painful, though not really damaging swings with part of the belt inserted in her cunt. He did this several more times, and then decided to get down to brass tacks. He pulled the inserted portion of the belt out, and held it high above his head, bringing down as hard as he could. She had been ready for this onslaught, but still was caught short when it happened, jerking forward and yelping out loud. He laughed at her pain.
"You feeling a little uncomfortable down there? That's too bad. You should have thought of that before being such a disobedient girl. But you'll learn your lesson yet, don't worry. I haven't had a cunt yet who didn't. Of course," he added with an obscene chortle, "sometimes it can take a lot of time before they get wise. Which is certainly fine with me."
He laid into her ass with full fury, stopping only when he got too tired to go on. She felt each blow against the wounds of the night before, and they brought them to life again, setting the nerve endings a humming, stimulating the rush of blood that headed for wherever the belt landed. She could feel some sections of her ass burning, while others, by now bruised rather heavily, became numbed out. She could feel a very faint, dull pain through a large dead spot, and the vibrations the blows of the belt became much more apparent as these spots were made less susceptible to the pain.
Phil thrashed at her behind until it had become a lovely hue of strawberry red. She felt each lash of the belt so powerfully now, each separate blow adding to her complete helplessness. She was his slave, she was his tool, she was an instrument to be used for the satisfaction of whatever petty whim should come into his mind. She delighted in this role, accepting the whipping as his declaration of love, taking each blow as a kiss, something meant to affirm affection.
She was beginning to reach a new level of awareness. No longer someone whose libido remained separate from her life. She was now aware of herself as something that existed solely for the pleasure of her husband. She was, she realized, attaining a state of true carnal knowledge, wherein one subjugates everything that he or she wants or has in order to fulfill a loved one. She had given of herself completely, and was to be rewarded with the state of bliss that comes to all who trod the proper path to sexual enlightenment.
Phil was finished with the whipping. He now stood above her, savoring the scene of the nude, whipped beauty. He walked around her, surveying the sight of his slave beneath him, brutalized, and battered. He reached behind her, and pulled her so that she was upright while still on her knees. He left her hands bound, and undid his fly. She could see that he was at least at a half erect state, and his cock popped out rather quickly. He said nothing to her, merely grabbed her hair, and forced her face to his throbbing prick. She took it with her mouth, paying special attention to the head, licking the tip and slipping it into her mouth and sucking it, making it hard, and causing it to give that slight pump that is similar to coming, but is neither as intense or as wet. He forced her to take the entire shaft in her mouth. He pulled her hair now so that she was drawing it in and out in a way that would please him. She kept her lips covering her teeth so as not to cause any damage to the tender cock that was being forced into her at such a fast rate.
She had never taken a cock at this speed before. She was finding it a bit difficult to breathe, a fact that added to her sense of general helplessness, and served to arouse her further. She was feeling completely at his mercy. She felt the ropes that bound her wrists, and just out of curiosity, began to struggle against them to see how tight they were. They didn't dig into her flesh, but nonetheless were sufficiently tight to prevent her getting out of them. She was at his mercy, completely, and fought just a little bit harder against the restraints to remind her of her place.
Phil now forced her head as far against himself as he could, driving his prick to the back of her throat. He now held it there, and she could feel the spot where his cock and balls met. She felt the tickle of his pubic hair against her chin, and could smell the aroma of his testicles, the thick, heavy, though rather nice odor that arises from the crotch after a hard day's labor. He stayed there a long time. She ran her tongue along the underside of the shaft, and tried to relax herself. His cock was fairly long, and she could feel the muscles in her throat straining as though she might gag. Suddenly, he pulled her head back, and then shoved the cock in just as far, put now instead of leaving it stationary, he simply thrust it in and out rapidly, almost ramming her head into his crotch in the process.
The abused slave took him in as well as she could, and then felt the prick harden. She felt the first, dry pulse of his orgasm, and then shrieked and stiffened as the first jet of sperm shot into her mouth. He forced her head to his crotch again, shot his wad into her throat. She could feel the expansion and contraction of his magnificent, throbbing, convulsive, demanding cock in her, and felt the hot cream bouncing against her tonsils. It came out hot, and then rolled off rapidly as it dripped down her throat. She could feel it going all the way down into her intestines, and she had a mild climax of her own, not the kind she had gotten used to in the past day or so, but still enough of a one that she had to try to open the sides of her mouth in order that she might get in the additional air that she needed.
Phil let the last drop drain into her throat, and finally withdrew his limp dick. He pushed it up against her face now. She could feel the last bit of stickiness against her soft, warm cheek. It had a cooling off effect, and as she felt the sperm in her mouth, felt it all sticky and slimy and slivery as was the threads that she had seen as spiders weave their delicate webs. Phil was gently stroking her hair.
"A good slave, indeed. You pleased me very much with that particular exercise. You are learning your lesson very well and I shall now reward you with a nice, cooling shower. You deserve it, believe me."
He pulled her up to her feet once more, this time taking care not to be at all rough. He was enforcing that when she was good and when she pleased him, she would be dealt with gently and with deference to her own libidinous tastes. This gentleness, after the fury of her whipping, and the fucking of her face, done with such callous disregard for her comfort, had a soothing effect that pleased her very much. She felt totally in love with Phil, this man who was by turns so brutal and so kind, and who knew how to mix the two so well that the ultimate effect was to give her extraordinary pleasure.
They got into the bathroom, and he undid her hands."You are to wait here like a good slave," was his instruction to her. He went out of the bathroom, and returned with one of her scarf's. He tied it around her head, securing it so that it caused her no pain, but allowed her to see nothing either. He now helped her into the tub. She could feel the bath mat that was gingerly placed under her feet, and then felt her hands being placed over her head. Phil then tied her hands together with the ends of the rope, looping the strand around the shower head before he tied it around her wrists. He tied it tightly.
Janet was now standing so that she was directly underneath the shining shower head. Phil turned the water on. It was cold, extremely cold, and Janet squealed as the freezing stream of water hit against the top of her skull, and ran down her body. It was quickly shut off, and she heard the harsh voice of her master.
"You bitch," he barked, "who the hell gave you permission to scream like that? Who do you think you are, to doubt the wisdom of he who commands you?"
"I'm sorry master, forgive me, please," she whimpered helplessly.
"I will forgive you. And I will continue this shower. But in order to prevent further outbursts such as that, I am going to gag you." He left the room, and came back very shortly after that with her panties and a roll of masking tape. He stuffed her creamed-up underwear into her mouth, and wrapped the tape around her head so that it was underneath her hair.
"That way," he said, "none of those pretty blonde strands will be ripped out when it is necessary to remove the gag. I don't want to do anything like that," he hissed, chuckling as he surveyed the utterly helpless position of his wife.
He turned the cold water on again, and listened as her screams were muffled by the stuffing inside her mouth. She writhed helplessly as the freezing liquid cascaded down her body. She had always hated cold water, and felt it numb out the top of her skull gradually. It was turned off, and then Phil turned the other nozzle on to the full open position.
The water started out lukewarm, then became hot, then scalding. The layer of cold water that had stood on her skin protected her from the fire-hot water, but it was soon washed away, and began to burn her. This was shut off very quickly, and then the cold water doused on her skin again. She howled and shrieked, but the gag prevented any of the screams from becoming fully audible, a fact that seemed to tease and torment her as much as anything else that had been done to her that night or the night before.
Phil shut off the cold water, and grabbed each ass cheek, giving it a good hard squeeze and then tapping it gently, just sufficiently enough to make the skin bounce about. He did this for a few minutes, toying with her, giving her the feeling of being a mere object, not even something to be regarded as human. A living creature yes, but not human, not worthy of the respect and dignity that a human should be given.
This time when the water went on, it was mixed so that a comfortable stream of warm water soothed her tortured skin. She had dreaded the turning of the nozzles, and now relaxed her tensed muscles as she realized that this time the water would be used to give pleasure, and not pain. She had come, in the last few minutes, to dread the split second between the time the nozzle was opened and the water actually hit her. She would tense up in that amount of time, the only defense she had against the cold and hot sprays. Now she felt the comfortable warmth spread over her whole frame, and felt it liven up the welts and sore spots in her ass.
Phil began to soap her up now, rubbing her back and her ass very tenderly. He told her to spread her legs, and he soaped up the length of the thighs and calves, up to her bush. He soaped up this part of her, running the lather into her cunt, and all through the vaginal area. He soaped up her ass, lingering over the bruises, finding from her winces which were the most sensitive areas, and paying the most attention to them. She jumped at some points. Other spots were so lightly bruised that she merely twitched her buttocks, so much sometimes that the cheek actually managed to elude his grasp, and remain in a tensed up position as she was forced to struggle to relax it.
He finished washing her, and rinsed the soap out of her cunt very carefully. Then he lathered up her torso and back. He stood back from her, and as he did so, she heard the clank of his belt buckle against the side of the tub.
"We are nearing the end of your shower," he informed her. "You have on the whole been a good slave as I have bathed you, and now you need to go through but one more phase of the scrubbing before we go on to other things. You have been thoroughly soaped up above the waist. You will remain under the cold water, receiving more of a whipping, until, and only until, every last bit of soap has been washed from your torso. This will require much twisting about on your part, so I suggest that you ignore the pain of the lash and the coldness of the water as much as you can, and merely concentrate on allowing the water to reach all the lathered parts of your anatomy."
With that, he turned on the cold water full force. Janet could feel the skull numb out very quickly, and felt the sting of the belt against her helplessly positioned buttocks. She could sense that the water was running down most of her torso, and she could feel it hit the thick coat of soap lather, and begin to wash it away. Phil started to concentrate the whipping on the backs of her legs, and she twisted as she tried to avoid them, and make them fall on less sensitive areas. But it was no use, she was a sitting duck, unable to twist about fast enough to eet out of the way.
In the meantime, she tried to make sure that the water got to every part of her where she knew there was soap. Her back was easily enough dealt with, she merely stuck her head under the shower head so that the stream of water fell down her back. To clean her torso, she put her face up so that it met the freezing spray straight on, and let it dribble down her front. She held there for an extra long while, not wanting to take any chances on missing any of the soap, and having her agony prolonged any further.
Her backside, of course, had been an open target in these moments and Phil was taking full advantage of the situation. The water was probably damaging his belt, but that mattered little. He was too busy enjoying the helpless writhings of the nude woman before him. Patches of her ass were beginning to stand out with a shade of blue underneath that original hue of red, and he started to selectively beat the most sensitive areas, watching Janet try to ignore the vicious lashes so that she could remove all of the soap.
She was finally sure that all the soap was off, except for a stream that ran down from her armpits. She slowly turned, and felt the cold river run down her arm.
She turned under the streaming water, hoping against hope that he would be satisfied.
The belt kept lashing at her.
She tried to ignore it and concentrate on the sensation of the steamy water as it ran down her armpit, washing out what remained of the soapy lather. She then began the painstaking process of twirling around so that the other side of her could be purged of the soap, and endured the last of his hard, mean swats. She finally got herself to where she had to be. She was so cold that she was almost entirely numb. She felt the water run through her armpit one last time, and then felt the water cease as the last of the soap was rinsed of her frigid frame.
Phil left her hanging there for a few minutes. She felt the water evaporate slowly off her skin. The room temperature was certainly much warmer than the water had been, and it now had the very pleasant grace to return the warmth to her body, and vaporize the no longer frigid drops that clung to her skin. She could feel the gooseflesh that had been standing out all over her body. Her nipples, were puckered up into an extreme erection. She felt so comfortable all of a sudden as the feeling came back into her body, and the shivers that ran throughout her caused her to reach a shuddering climax that added still more chills, that added to the orgasm.
She wanted very much to collapse. She wanted to be able to sink down to the bottom of the tub, and rest there, but the ropes held her to the shower head, and she was forced to remain in the standing position. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against the smooth and wet tiles. She allowed the side of her face to rest flush against the tile, and she could feel her breath, her warm, soothing breath, bounce off the tile and reach back toward her face.
He was at the point of losing all sense of who she was and what she was doing. She sensed a certain distance between herself and her feelings, as though she had taken leave of her body, and was floating about in some other part of the atmosphere, able to look down at her activities below with the detached serenity of someone watching a movie.
She had forgotten about Phil completely, and now was somewhat shocked to feel his hands begin to creep around her, gradually coming to rest on her breasts. He manipulated the globes slowly, wanting her to relax and enjoy the stimulation as much as she could. He began to kiss the back of her neck. He moved up behind those soft ears, and licked the moisture that was behind them, coming around, grabbing the ear lobe in his mouth and chewing very softly. He licked the tip, then slipped the tongue out so that it entered the ear itself. He searched it around the inside, leaving a nice bit of saliva that he dried with a gust of hot breath. He took the entire ear inside his mouth, and began licking and blowing, sucking the ear in gently, and letting go, keeping it in the mouth the whole time, and letting it come up against the surface of the tongue when he sucked it in.
This action was driving Janet out of her skull. The shivers tingled all throughout the sides of her body, and the never too long absent gooseflesh again put in an appearance. He kept on manipulating the tits, and she started to come once more, apparently so opened up at this point that it was more difficult for her not to come.
Phil now reached down, and inserted his cock into her. She felt his hands about her tits again, and she groaned regularly now, feeling him surging into her already highly aroused pussy. He pumped away, his hands still on her tits, and he began to massage her nipples somewhat more vigorously. He kept going at her, pushing himself into her as far as he could. She felt the convulsions begin again. She was in a state that had to be described as permanent arousal. She thrashed about as much as she could, moaning under the gag that still effectively prevented her communicating any of her feelings and emotions, moving about as much as she could, trying to let the feelings that were overwhelming her find some form of physical expression.
He was nearing another climax. He shoved himself into her and remained there, determined to hold off as long as he possibly could. He slowly pulled the prick out to the opening of the pussy, then slipped it in slowly. He withdrew it, slipped it in, withdrew it, slipped it in, gradually increasing the speed until he was flailing away at full tilt. She shrieked under the gag as she came yet again, an orgasm that took her out of herself again, and flying to some new, distant place. She felt this warm glow burst suddenly into a fire, and burst through her cunt into the rest of her, flooding every cell in her body with the delicious tingle of sexual satiation.
She gradually came back to earth. The glow had been from his sperm, and some of it now leaked out of her in a slow dribble. She could feel it running down her leg, sending tickles through her that relaxed and delighted her. She felt her husband's smooth hands untie her gag. He pulled the panties down slowly, not wanting to hurt her in any way, and then cut the very damp rope that now could not really be untied. He lifted her up in his arms, and took her off to bed.
She felt as though she had been totally possessed and satisfied. Even the mere touch of his hands to her, indeed, any section, any limb, any patch of skin that came into contact with hers set off the chills of ecstasy. They didn't say a word, just rested comfortably in each other's arms, and gradually fell off into a deep sleep.