Chapter 7
Laurel screamed when she woke up and found herself in such a horrid position, and she started to scream out for Mary.
Mary laughed, and she was glad that her friend couldn't hear her. She placed her hand on Donald's thigh, and started to slide it upward, until she was massaging his cock bulge with her hand, and marveling at how big he was.
They both looked at Laurel, and she felt his cock pulse more.
Her red haired friend was bound in a most hideous position.
She was stooped down, because it was the only way Laurel could be without too much pain flowing through her body. After all, there was the large wooden piece that was held close to her thighs and cunt, by a leather G-string around her cunt. Spikes were running across the top of the wooden block, and because of how large Laurel's tits were, they were almost pressed down against the spikes.
Another large wooden block was leaning on the girl's shoulders, and her hand were manacled to the wood. It was a heavy piece, Mary knew, because she had tried to lift it herself, and that accounted for the fact that Laurel was stooped down, as well as the other large piece of wood near her cunt.
The soles of her feet were raised up off the floor just the slightest bit, too, because of the slippers that they had put on her feet.
It was all right to press her toes down flat against the shoes, because there was nothing there, but if she were to lean her soles down on the shoes, there were spikes, and they would have cut right into Laurel's feet.
Mary loved the look of pain on her friend's face, and she had to smile when Laurel started to scream out again. When Laurel turned h head, her red hair fell across her face, and she tried to shake it away, her large tits we pressed down against the spikes once again and she screamed.
Mary started to feel the kind of pleasure which was running through her cunt.
She closed her eyes, and thought about that time when she had been sucking off Donald and he had started to come in her mouth. He cunt had been pressed against the blade in that awful device, and yet, she had been coming.
Donald had told her how proud he was that she could come like that, and in the end, she had to tell him that she hardly even realize what was happening. She had, in fact, gotten off on sucking his cock so much, that she hadn't even noticed the way her cunt had bee spasming so hard around the blades.
"I still don't like pain that much," she ha said to him, later that night when he ha untied her and they had been eating. "I thin it's the leather that turns me off. My father used to whip me, and I hate the sound of it, as well as the feel."
That night, against her will, she had let hi tie her up. When he had suggested tying he arms and legs to the bedposts, she had, o course, immediately thought about her mother and the way her father had done it to the woman.
She had told Donald no, but he had been adamant about his decision to do it.
"You'll feel the leather against your wrists, and you'll like it," he said.
And as she had felt him pulling it tighter around her ankles, she had liked the smooth feeling of it. After she had been secured, Donald had started to whip her lightly on her belly, light enough so that it was pleasant.
There had been certain points when he had moved the whip handle toward her cunt, and he had started to rub it against her lips. Once they were wet, they had spread wide open, and the leather had been pressed against her clit.
Her love button was hard, and so, the contact had been sensational.
After he had rubbed her softly, he had started to press the whip against her clit even harder, and she had known what he was doing.
He had been trying to show her that pain was just a few steps away from pleasure. By starting it at a nice, pleasant rate, and then going on and making it harder, he was still leading her along the path of pleasure.
She had started to moan very loud then, and she had been thrusting her hips up and down against the whip handle, until she had come.
"You see," he told her. "You can do it, Mary. I'm glad that you can."
She had not been at all sure, until later that night. He had untied her, and when he had started to make tender love to her, she had liked it. When he had been eating her cunt, he had been licking her gently.
But then, every so often, just as he was about to make her come, he would bite into her clit, and she would feel a momentary bolt of pain. That short bolt of pain, however, had not been enough to turn her off completely.
He had worked so long in working her up to a pleasure high, that the slightest bite into her clit could not bring her down all the way.
So, little by little, he had been showing her the way she could channel one into the other, and she had started to understand it all. Later, after he had made her come a few times with his oral sex, he had started to fuck her.
Even then, he had used some variation. She had her legs up on his shoulders, and he was sliding his cock in and out of her cunt gently. But then, when she was not expecting it, he would start to fuck her hard.
She'd feel the way his groin slapped against her thighs, and even feel how his low hanging balls whacked her on the buttocks. His cock would press against her clit even more, sometimes to the point where she felt that he was crushing her.
And yet, her passions had just continued to climb. No matter how hard he had started to get with her, there had been no way to bring her down.
Mary had loved it, when she was coming, he started to spank her on the ass.
She had felt the way the stings were starting to make her buttocks tingle with more and more pleasure, and even as he had been thrusting his cock in and out of her, he had been explaining it all to her at the same time.
"You see. Your passions are raised. All of your nerve endings are open to feeling. My slapping you is just intensifying a feeling. If I rubbed you, it would feel all right, but the slaps make your skin tingle, and since the nerve endings are open, it can be much better than anything that's tender."
She had had to agree with him, for the slaps had made her whole body feel like it was on fire, and she had started to moan loud.
Then, she had come even harder, and soon, he had come in her.
The next day, when she had been working at the bank, all that she had thought about was what had happened with him the night before. Even though she had felt the pain turn to pleasure, she had still been so unsure of it.
She had kept thinking that there was something abnormal about it.
For the next few days, she saw him often, but she had never let him know just what she was thinking about. She knew how much he was starting to like her, and she loved it when he took her out to all these expensive places.
More than anything else, she liked to take him back to her apartment, because she always felt much safer there with him.
In her place, she knew where everything was. Plus, she did not have all the equipment that he had at his place.
When they fucked in her bed, the only thing that he could do was fuck her hard, slapping his cock in and out of her cunt. He would always start off tender, so that her passions would be raised before he would start with the hard fucking.
And then, when he would get harder, she wouldn't care.
However, there were nights when he wanted to go with her to his place, and on those nights, he would always use a whip on her. Sometimes, she would be tied to one of those devices where her tits would be threatened with piercing spikes, or there would be a small fire going on under her cunt, and the slightest move would bring her cunt closer to it, and cause her to burn.
Mentally, Mary had gotten used to those things, and she was even able to channel the hot fiery feeling into something that was pleasurable.
However, a few days earlier, he had been whipping her hard, and she had started to cry out, because the pain was too great.
Donald had been furious. He felt as if she had regressed quite a bit, since she had learned how to handle those things weeks before. She told him that she was still trying, and hoped to master it all one day.
"I keep thinking about something though," she said to him. "Whenever I'm tied up, I can't stop thinking about it."
"What?" he asked her, and at first, she had been so scared to tell him.
However, he had once told her that there was really nothing she could not tell him, because he would understand, and even though she had believed him, she had not been as open with him as she possibly could.
"I wonder what it would be like to be the master," she said to him. "Maybe if I knew what it was like, I could get into it more."
"You would like me to be the slave?" he had asked her.
"If you wouldn't mind," she had said, and they had been in bed then.
She would never forget the way that Donald had moved his fingers to her nipple, and he had pulled on it so hard, that she had almost thought he would pull it off. All the pleasure that she might have been feeling from him that night, died in a second.
"I will never let you be the master over me," he had said to her. "I am the total Master. over you, and never shall I change roles."
"I'm sorry," she had been groaning, for the pain had been intense.
Then, he had stopped, and he had kissed her on the lips. He had started to fuck her again, but she had known that he was thinking. She could tell from the intense look on his face, and also, he was not thrusting in and out of her as hard as he usually would, as if his mind was in another place.
After he had come, he had stroked her more gently, and smiled.
"Perhaps we could work something out," he had said to her. "If you know a friend who you wouldn't mind working on, we could use her."
"What do you mean?" she had asked him, even though she already had a good idea.
"I mean that maybe you have a friend who you would like to train. Some girl. Maybe someone who you work with. You could train her, and in doing so, will know what it's like to be the master over someone else."
She had smiled then, and immediately, she had thought about Laurel.
Laurel was a lovely girl with huge tits whom Mary worked with at the bank, and on more than one occasion, she had heard Laurel talking about her boyfriends.
The last time Laurel had been having lunch with Mary, she had talked about the way one of her .boyfriends was a sadist, and how he had beaten her up many times while making love to her, leaving her body black and blue.
At first, Mary hadn't understood how a girl could do that, for she had heard the story long before meeting Donald. She had thought that any woman who let a man beat her black and blue was crazy. Of course, she had not even thought about her mother that much, who had been one of those women.
She had told Donald all about Laurel, and he had told her to ask Laurel out.
The three of them had gone to G's, and Laurel had been thrilled. Her boyfriend had told her about the place many times, even though he had never taken her.
"He's too poor," she said to both of them, as they were being driven over in Donald's limousine. "He said that it's just a place where rich men go, but he heard a lot about it from his friends. He just can't afford to take me."
Mary had been smiling the whole time, thinking that Laurel might really love the place. Of course, Laurel's boyfriend would have gone crazy over it, since the men were all the masters in a place like that. Still and all, she had not wanted Laurel's boyfriend to come along, because the idea had been to get Laurel back to Donald's.
She had been shocked when they had first walked in and she had seen the kind of device that the girls were wearing on their cunts, to keep themselves spread wide open.
Then, she had looked all around at the various whippings that were going on.
"I can see now why Joe likes the idea of this place," she commented, as she was drinking more and more champagne. "Do you like it, Mary?"
"I didn't like it at first, but I've gotten used to it."
"Mary has changed quite a bit since I met her," Donald pointed out. "The second time that she was here, she almost got sick all over the place, but now, she's managed to improve one hundred per cent."
Later on, in the bathroom, Laurel had talked with Mary.
"Are you into being whipped and tied?" she had asked her friend. "I mean, I can't imagine you not being, if you come to a place like this."
"A bit, but I'm learning how to like it more and more. How about you?"
"I don't know. It all depends on who s doing it to me. I mean, I guess if I liked a guy enough, I would let him do anything that he wanted to do to me. But, if I didn't, then I wouldn't let him touch me."
"And you must like Joe then," Mary said to her, and Laurel nodded. "How about Donald? Do you think he's nice, Laurel?"
Laurel had blushed then, and she had tried not to answer the question, until Mary had insisted that the girl do just that.
"I won't care what you say. If you like him, that's fine, Laurel. The two of us have an incredibly open relationship. In fact, the reason I even asked you out was because Donald saw a picture of you in my apartment, and wanted to meet you."
Laurel had been so excited then, that Mary thought she was acting like a little girl. She had started smiling even more.
"I do like him," Laurel said then. "I think that he's one of the most attractive men I've ever met in my life. He's fantastic."
"Would you like to make it with him?" Mary had asked her then.
"I would. I mean, I wouldn't. I mean, well, he's with you tonight, Mary, and I would feel so strange doing something like that."
"Well, it could be the three of us," Mary had said to her then.
Then, Laurel had started to smile, and Mary had loved the look of it.
"J always did think that you went both ways," Laurel had said to her. "I was never all that sure, but I had a feeling. I do, too, Mary. I would have told you that much sooner, but I didn't think you did. If I knew, I would have let you know, because I've always thought that you were a hot looking girl."
Of course, Mary had smiled, and she had acted like she was proud of what Laurel was saying. However, she had never thought of what it would be like to make love to the redheaded girl, and still wasn't thinking about it, even as she and Donald watched Mary's reactions to her surroundings, now that she was tied.
Mary had gone back to .talk with Donald later, and she had told him that everything would be all right. She had, in fact, told him that they should leave the place as soon as Laurel was finished in the bathroom.
On the way back to his place, Mary had asked Donald for some cocaine, and of course, they had let Laurel snort some first, because they were really giving her the sleeping powder to knock her unconscious.
It had been Mary's idea to tie the girl up the way she was now bound. Donald had carried Laurel up to his apartment, and then, he had taken Mary to a room that she had never seen before in his place.
The room had all kinds of toys, including wooden spiked blocks, and shoes, and other kinds of manacles and whips and things.
"Take whatever you want, and then go make her your slave," Donald had said to Mary. "Bind her and do what you want with her."
So Mary had tied Laurel up, after stripping her of course, and she had been more than impressed with the girl's naked body.
Now, as she saw the way Laurel's tits were heaving up and down in fear, she had to start smiling even more. She could see the way that the spikes were cutting into them, and she heard Laurel scream again.
"I think that you should go out there," Donald said to her. "I think that you've kept her waiting long enough. You know that if you don't go out soon, she's going to build up a mental resistance to what you're trying to do."
Mary stood up, and looked down at the leather panties she had on. She was also wearing a tight leather bra, with two holes, one in each cup so that her nipples were sticking through in all their fullness.
She picked up a whip, and snapped it onto the floor.
"I feel such power already," she said to Donald. "I like the way that it feels."
Slowly, she walked toward the door, and then out into the hall. She knew that Donald would be watching her through the one way, see-through mirror, and the thought of that was turning her on a great deal.
As soon as she opened the door to the roof where Laurel was, Laurel looked over, and then, she started to scream.
"Mary, what the fuck has happened to me? Why did you tie me up like this? Why are you dressed the way that you are? Help me."
Mary pulled the whip back, and then cracked it across her friend's naked breasts. She could see the way Laurel's nipples were sc super stiff, and when she noticed the way that they were throbbing, she wondered if the girl was coming.
"I wanted to take your pain to the point where it's pleasure," Mary said to her. "I an the Mistress over your flesh, Laurel, and you must remember that."
"Fuck off," Laurel said to her. "Let me the fuck out of here. I don't want to get involved in this, and I never want to see you again."
Mary moved right in front of the girl, and placed her hand on one of the large mounds of tit flesh. She started to finger the nipple, and as she did, she was pushing her hand down little bit harder than usual.
"Are you sure you don't want to change your mind?" she asked Laurel. "I mean, you must realize that I can push your tit right through the spikes there. All I have to do is push down a bit, and they're pierced."
She could see the way the points of the spikes were pressed against Laurel's tit flesh, and she knew that all she had to do was push the slightest bit more, and they would be pierced right through the tit.
Laurel seemed to sense that, too, and she was terrified.
"No, wait," she said, and she managed to pull herself back a bit. However, her sole on her left foot pressed into the spikes there.
She screamed as she lifted her foot up a little bit, but Mary could already see the blood that was forming.
Then, she moved her hand to the leather G-string around Laurel's waist, and as she started to open it, she could feel the way that the girl was squirming. Laurel had to be thinking that Mary would hurt her more.
Actually, Mary was taking one piece off of Laurel's body. By opening the G-string, she was able to lift off the wooden piece that was leaning on the girl's legs, and now, the spikes were no longer a threat to Laurel's tits.
Of course, Mary did have her ulterior motive. Now that the G-string was pulled away, she could see right up her friend's pussy.
She liked the thick patch of red hair, and the red cunt lips.
He started to move the whip handle there, and she was massaging Laurel's cunt lips with it. She could hear the way that the girl was moaning softly, and she had to smile as she rubbed her harder.
"There, there, Laurel," she said. "You see how turned on you can get."
"Yes," Laurel was moaning, and she looked at how stiff Mary's nipples were, sticking through the holes in the leather bra.
"You know that I can bring you pleasure now?" Mary asked her.
"Yes," Laurel was moaning, and the more turned on she was getting, the more she wanted to place her feet flat on the ground.
However, there were the spikes there, and she knew that they would cut right into the soles of her feet again, were she to try that.
Mary told her then that she could slide out of the slippers.
She managed to pull them off of Laurel's feet, and then, she pushed the girl flat on her back. The only thing keeping Laurel bound then was the wooden plank which her hands were cuffed to, and Mary knew that the girl was still her prisoner.
As she stood over Laurel and placed her foot on the girl's belly, she lifted the whip up and lashed it down at her breasts.
Laurel screamed as the leather made contact, and Mary laughed.
"You know that you're loving it," Mary said to her. "You know that this is turning you on, so why deny it?"
"Where's Donald?" Laurel started to ask her. "Where is he?"
"Around," she said, lashing out the leather again. "He's watching all that we're doing, so keep that in mind. We're performing for his entertainment, and when he sees how turned on you'll get, he'll love it."
"No," Laurel started to moan. "I won't get turned on. I won't."
"Why?" Mary asked her, and she was getting more and more angry.
"You said that he would be here. I told you that I could only get turned on when I'm with the right man. I have to want to get turned on for the man. I don't want to get turned on for you, Mary."
"You said that you were into men and women," Mary said, trying to calm down a bit, because her anger was flaring inside.
"Maybe I said it, but I didn't mean it. I like men more than women."
"Well, we're just going to have to stay here until you learn how to change," Mary screamed, and lashed Laurel even harder then, cutting into her skin.
And as Donald was watching, he couldn't help think of something. Mary seemed to be changing right in front of his eyes. He had, in fact, created some kind of monster.