Chapter 10
Mary looked at the photograph in front of her, and she decided to add some more to the sketch that she was working on.
She had taken a picture of a young girl, and she had started to draw in certain things with her pencil.
She had drawn in a ring, to be pierced through the girl's nose. Then, connected to the ring was a thin metal strip, that pierced through the girl's tongue and came out the bottom of the tongue.
That piece had another ring connected to it, and the girl was wearing earrings, which were also linked up to the tongue-piercing piece.
All the rings were connected to a chain around the girl's neck, and when she thought that it could all use a leash, she drew one in.
Mary was thinking of ways to tie people up now, so that she could dominate them, and she had drawn many sketches like this one, thinking that it was easier to work these things out on paper, before putting them into actual use.
She knew that if she pulled on' the leash that was connected to the girl's neck, she would also be pulling on the nose ring and the tongue piercer, and the earrings in the girl's ears, since all the things were connected.
She liked the idea of it, and placed it down on top of a few other pictures, just as there was a knocking at her front door.
She ran over to open it, and when she saw Donald there, she felt mixed emotions for him, which she could not hide. At first, she smiled, but then, she seemed a little bit upset to see him standing there.
She had been thinking about how she felt about him, and she had decided that overall, she liked him a great deal.
She knew, too, that if she could only find some way to get off on his whipping her, they could have a good relationship.
In fact, some of the pictures that she had been drawing over, placing spikes and pierced rings here and there, were pictures of herself. She had thought that she would draw some horrid things, and if she liked the looks of them, she might be able to make it with Donald all over again.
But it hadn't worked, and she was upset to see him, overall, because she thought that they would both be better off if they never saw each other again. It would be so much easier in coming to grips with their splitting up.
"Is your father still living?" he asked her as soon as she opened the door.
"Yes," she said to him. "I don't know why you want to know."
"How would you like to pay a visit to him?" he asked.
"Never. Ever since my mother died, I've not gone back home. There's no reason to. I hate the man and wish he was dead."
"What if you could whip him and get even for all those times when he did it to you? Do you think that you would like it?" '
She thought about it. She could actually see an image of him bound to his bed, and she would be standing over him lashing him with the whip. She would even be threatening him with her foot, which would be inches away from his groin. Every so often, she would act like she was going to kick him in the balls, and each time he would see it, he would be so scared that he would beg for mercy.
The thought of it was making her pussy start to get wetter, and she moved her hand down to her crotch and pressed her fingers there.
"I think I could get into doing that," she said to Donald. "But why?"
"Come on and I'll tell you. We're going to pay that man a visit."
They ran out to the car, and as they were driving off toward the country, where her father lived in a small house, Donald started to tell her all about the story which Mario had been telling him that evening.
When she heard it, she couldn't get over it. The idea of her coming to grips with all the whippings by getting even seemed perfect.
She closed her eyes and thought more about him. She knew that he had been drunk those times when he had whipped her, but she didn't care. He had abused her mother, too, and she couldn't wait to get him.
It didn't take long for the two of them to reach the house. The roads were clear, and the driver had been told to go fast. Donald knew that no cop would give them a ticket, because even if they were pulled over, once the cop would know who he was, he would forget about the whole thing.
Mary still had a key to her father's house, and as she opened the door quietly, Donald was taking out some leather straps from the car trunk.
The two of them snuck up the stairs to her father's bedroom, and she could see the way the man was sleeping naked, on his back.
"Bind him before he wakes up," Donald said to Mary-, and he already felt as if he was controlling her, ordering her around like that.
She started to follow his orders, too, and he thought about something.
Whether this thing between them would work or not, he knew a solution anyway.
He was getting off on telling Mary how to work the leather straps, and she seemed to be getting off on-it, too.
Together, the two of them would be a fierce team, ,who no one would be able to reason with. Together, they would be able to take on a third party.
He watched as Mary finished tying her father's ankles to the bedposts, and then the girl took a step back.
"Whip him now," Donald said to her. "Whip him and wake him up."
The sound of the leather on the flesh was a hard, cracking one, and when her father opened his eyes, and she saw how scared he was, she could not have been happier.
"Revenge is all mine," she said to him, and she pulled the whip back and lashed it out at his flesh, over and over again.
She was so turned on by what she was doing, that she hardly even noticed the way that Donald was holding a whip, too, and he was lashing it out at her. He cracked her on the back over and over again, and she was coming hard.
Three days later, they were lying in her bed, kissing and holding each other. He started to push her mouth down to his cock, and as he did, he could feel the way she was licking the lower half of his body.
She started to suck on his cock hard, and he was thrusting it in and out of her mouth as fast as he could, so that his cock head was in her throat for long periods of time, causing her to gag on it when it was that deep.
Donald had his eyes closed, and he thought about her and her father.
She had been whipping the man until he was bloody, and her back had been bloody, too, because of the way Donald had been whipping her.
Finally, the old man had cried out for forgiveness. He had told Mary that he was sorry for anything he had ever done to her.
Mary didn't really accept his apology. She just told him that she was happy about what she had done, and she turned to leave, leaving Donald to untie the old man. Then, that night, they had gone back to his place.
Mary had insisted that Donald make her his slave, so that she could see if the thing he had planned on had worked.
Donald had tied her hands behind her back, and he had started to whip her. It had only taken a few seconds for him to see the way she was starting to come very hard, and soon, he had been fucking her asshole.
She had loved it, and she had told him how much she did.
" I think that I could get off on being your slave," she said to him. "Of course, I think that I would like a slave of my own on occasion."
"I don't want to be a slave," he told her, and he was smiling.
"We could get someone else. There are many girls who would like it. In fact, there are many guys, too. If you and I could come across a perfect slave couple, the man and woman both wanting to be slaves, it would be ideal."
It sounded like a great idea!
They placed ads in the very next issues of SM Express, B&D Digest, and another book called Female Domination.
The letters poured in, much to their great happiness, and the process of selection began.
It seem that there were literally thousands of couples that desired the stern lash and the cruel harsh commands of Mistress and Master.