Chapter 5
When the tension became simply unbearable, Monica decided it was time to let the punishment continue!
She brought the crop down, right into the hot inner pink part of Fay's pussy!
I'd never seen a woman twist about as much as she did then....
I thought she might pull her ropes right out of the ceiling....
God, it was an incredible sight ... And the screams....
The awful, yet wonderful screams that came out of her....
As if she were going to die....
How it must have hurt ... how it must have really hurt her to feel the sting of the flat leather on the inside of her pussy....
It was an inspired move, and Monica seemed intoxicated by it....
I'd never seen anyone so taken with the way she was being allowed to dominate.
I guess that my initial torturing and hogtying of her had much to do with it.
Nothing will raise a woman's temperature more than being tortured by another woman.
And Fay was a good example.
She was really getting her sexual parts worked over, individually, and quite expertly, by Monica....
She must have been thinking about things like this all the time I'd left her tied up.
It was really quite beautiful.
Again and again now, she brought the crop down on Fay's pussy....
And now the poor girl ... she was soon weeping hysterically, with tears streaming down her face, begging ... pleading with Monica for mercy.
But she wasn't to receive any.
None.
Until two dozen ... can you believe it ... two dozen shots were administered to her.
That would teach her some kind of lesson.
By the time she was finished receiving her punishment, her head was hanging down, and she was weeping uncontrollably.
"That will be enough," I finally said.
After all, I feared that if left alone, Monica might actually kill her!
And enjoy doing it!
It was really quite a show.
People would have willingly paid hundreds of dollars to see it....
Hundreds ... from all over the world....
But the way I had my life arranged, Fay was actually paying me for the privilege of having herself totally humiliated and abused.
Now, as I sat there, I told Monica to come over to me.
She immediately got up off the cushion and came to my side.
"You did well...."
"Thank you, mistress...."
"Go hang the crop up and bring me a dildo from the wall ... you may choose any one you like...."
She smiled. "Oh, thank you mistress...."
She naturally chose the biggest one there was ... a fifteen inch black job, made of hard rubber, and studded with little nipple-like protrusions all over it.
She brought it over to me as I stood up.
"Now," I said, "Put it on me."
She was a little disappointed, I could tell, that she wasn't allowed to wear it herself, as I was sure she would have loved to finish Fay off ... but she was still a slave, and part of being a slave was learning to live with defeat....
Now, though, as I had the thing fitted, and don't think that Monica didn't love having her hands all over my thighs and bottom as she attached the thing, I told her to sit in my chair, the chair that I'd kept warm for her.
She did as she was told ... even though she was very frustrated by having to stop her playing....
Now, I walked over to Fay and grabbed her by the back of her hair, yanking her head up....
"Now, you're going to get a good fucking, you little tramp...."
She looked at me through wet eyes, but said nothing.
She knew better than to question me about anything....
Now, though, I put my mouth on hers and gave her a crushing, ritualistic kiss.
She eagerly returned my lip work, and I could feel her tongue starting to poke it's way through.
That was enough.
That was all that I needed.
Now, as I reached down with my fingers, I could feel the wetness of her pussy, as it dripped all over me....
She was so wet!
Obviously, she had enjoyed being beaten and humiliated in front of me....
That was the whole point!
Now, I opened her pussy and gently inserted the head of my dildo.
Her lips spread open and her tongue came out, as she rolled it slowly from side to side....
This was the part she'd been waiting for ... to be able to feel, again and again, the thrust of my big cock inside her cunny....
And then, I slowly pushed it up....
It felt incredible to her, I knew ... especially with the little nipples all over the thing ... the nipples that made it feel so extra good and warm ... and appealing....
She was going crazy....
Now, it was like she was being scraped on the inside....
It was a special dildo, one I saved for very rare occasions, because it was so pleasurable ... and I thought that only the most deserving slaves should get that much pleasuring....
But Monica had chosen it, so I was required to use it....
Now, as I had the thing almost all the way up, I asked her if she liked it....
I knew she did ... she had to ... but I wanted to hear it from her ... I needed to hear it from her own mouth....
That kind of thing turned me on ... "Yes...." she groaned ... "Oh God ... what you've done ... to me today ... it's so ... oooh ... OOOHH...." She was going crazy....
Now, I wrapped my hands around her body, pressing her tightly to me, and continued to fuck the shit out of her, grinding and scraping her into a sexual frenzy!
It was incredible!
I'd. never seen a woman change so quickly from tears of painful punishment, to the sheer joy of unbridled lust!
She was going to come....
I could tell....
I reached up with one hand and covered her mouth with it....
Making her feel me holding her down ... Making her own breath come choking back and then through her nose ... She was unbelievable ... "Mmmmmffff...."
"Yes, baby ... come for me ... come for me...."
"Mmmfff...."
"Yes...."
"MMMMFFFFF!!!" She was coming!
God, she was spending her juices, and shaking all of her body ... and It seemed for a while that she was really going to go out of her mind!
I held it jammed up jelly tight in her pussy, until finally, she was able to ease up ... and stop her coming....
And just in time.
I thought I was going to go out of my mind from all this....
After all, a woman can only take so much....
So when I pulled it out of her I knew that she was just about all fucked and punished out.
"I'm going to let you go now...."
She was too woozy to respond, but I knew that she was grateful....
How could she not be....
I'd given her the best time of her life....
Now, as I undid her, I knew that Monica was watching, fascinated, at all that I'd done....
Now, as I helped her down and let her get dressed, I went over to my personal, private slave-for-life.
"You were wonderful...."
She smiled. "Thank you, mistress ... I'm sure it is because I'm your slave...." How right she was!
And then, finally, when Fay came out, she said goodbye to me, and then to Monica, giving her a look that was unmistakable.
She really wanted to fuck her!
Monica sucked in her cheeks and looked at the woman, as if to say that she should be ashamed of herself.
Now, we were alone.
"I'm going to reward you," I said to Monica, "For being such a good slave...." She smiled.
I took her by the hand and led her over to the wooden horse I had in the dungeon.
I had something special in store for her, especially since her left tit was still swollen from all she'd had to take the day before.
"Get on that," I said to her.
She did as she was told.
She straddled the thing, her naked body looking wonderful as I fixed her hands to the front part of it, down the sides.
I did the same thing with her feet, also attaching them to the front part.
In that way, she was completely helpless.
Her ass was resting on what seemed to be a bicycle seat, which had the effect of lifting it and spreading it a little.
Now, I came around to the front and looked at her. "Comfortable," I asked. , "Yes...." she said.
I could tell that she was a little apprehensive at being made so vulnerable.
Now, she looked at me, and tried to tell me, through the expression on her face, how hot she was....
It was something to see, all right....
She was on fire, obviously, from all that she'd done to Fay.
And she'd had no way to get off, wheras I'd done Fay the supreme favor of doing it for her.
Now, though, it was her turn.
First, I decied to massage that tit of hers, until I could hear the audible groans coming from her.
That didn't take very long!
Now, she was ready, I knew for the next stage.
I took her nipple and began to massage it deeply, until finally, when I could hear her begging for relief, I took the long, thin needles and inserted them directly through her nipples.
Oh!
How she screamed!
How she lunged it for me!
And yes, even while she was doing that, her nipple began to lactate, letting out some of the warm cooked fluid that I'd forced her to take the day before!
I watched, fascinated as her entire body broke a sweat, leaving her glistenting and twisting.
The poor girl ... every time she thought she was finished, there was something new for her....
She was only being rewarded for her nice participation!
"Just relax," I said softly ... She was really in no position to argue ... Now, having her like this, I got my special, gold vibrator.
It was a good one ... silent but deadly, and very, very powerful.
It was a conventional vibrator, shaped like a penis, sheathed in plastic.
I took it and a jar of Vicks balm.
Vicks is the preferred lubricant, because of it's mentholatum qualities.
If you've never tried it, let me recommend it.
It's far more powerful and aphrodisiacal than ordinary vaseline.
And less messy.
Now, though, I greased the thing up, and began to run it along the back of Monica's thighs.
The effect on her was immediate.
Her body jerked to attention, and suddenly, she was straining at her bonds.
"OOOHH...."
She loved it!
She just loved it!
It was so perfect to see....
Now, as I worked her over, I could see and feel her going crazy....
She was loving the way I was working on her ... loved it....
And simply couldn't get enough.
And this was only on her thighs ... "You like it?"
"Yes...." she said, in an almost aching tone of voice.
She was going crazy ... She was loving it!
Now, as I continued to apply the vibrator to her thighs, I leaned over and kissed her elevated ass, letting my tongue play all along her crack, un I came to her hot little asshole.
To which I jammed my tongue in!
Hard and straight.
She was in such a spread position, that her muscles easily gave in to my pressure....
And then, she was sighing and cooing with delight as I gave her an anal tongue bath the likes of which she'd never had before....
She was really loving it....
Really loving the way I was working on her....
And then, when I took my mouth away, I asked her if she was ready..
She knew what I was talking about.
"Yes...." she said.
She knew!
Now, I re-greased the vibrator, and using my palm to steady her ass, by resting it on one cheek,' I slowly began to push the thing right up inside of her....
It was an incredible feeling....
She was starting to respond to the touch and feel of it ... starting to really go out of her mind.
Slowly, inch by inch, I shoved it further and deeper into her....
"There," I whispered, as I kicked it into high....
"No ... no ... no ... no ... ooohhhh . ... ppplease ... no...." It was so incredible!
I'd never seen anyone take it so good ... the way she did....
She was going nuts....
She was receiving sensations that were driving her absolutely out of her mind ... And me too!
I loved fucking her this way. I was inspired.
I held on to the vibrator, and slowly twisted it, as I pulled it out and pushed it back in....
I worked it around, clockwise, slowly spreading her asshole, marveling at how wide and open it could get....
And this was still not the end....
Now, I took another vibrator, and greased that one too, by dipping it into the jar, while still holding this one in her ass....
"God...." she moaned, over and over ... "God ... no ... no ... oooohhh...."
Then, I pushed that one up her cunt!
Now, I had vibrators sticking out of both of her holes, at the same time, working them in and out of her with a lovely rhythm....
She was going to lose it, I thought ... her screams were piercing ... and unbelievable....
I was filled with precious joy as I watched her respond....
Her body went through a series of moves that I was sure she was embarrassed that I, or anyone, would see....
She twisted and turned and jumped and fell and all but knocked the wooden horse right over on it's side, the way she was moving....
I couldn't believe it....
I just couldn't believe it....
Now, I shoved the first vibrator all the way up her ass, and held it there, while I did the same thing with the other one....
All that was visible now were the two ends, and her ass began to vibrate visibly....
I loved it!
I just loved it!
I knew she was coming ... I could see it ... and I could hear it....
"OOH ... GOD ... GOD.. GOD ... I'M COMING.. I'M COMING ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME ... OOOH ... GOD. I'M COMING...."
And she spent more she'd ever spent before....
It was incredible.
I gave her a good half-hour of this, making her spend almost at will, until finally, I took the things out of her ass and let her relax....
After all, there was only so much she was going to be able to take....
When I slowly removed them, her sighs of relief were so delicious to hear!
"Yes, baby ... yes...." I said to her, knowing how good that must have felt....
Finally, she was finished....
I let her rest on the horse for a while, while I fixed myself a drink....
Now, when that was done, I came back to her.
She was still breathing heavily....
I went around to the front.
"Did you like that?"
"God...."
"I know ... it was so good...."
"Yes...."
"What are you?"
"Your slave...." I laughed.
"And do you want me to set you free? I will, right now, if that's what you want ... right this second, you can walk out the door and never come back...."
"No...." she said, without even a moment's thought.
That was it.
She was mine now.
Completely mine!
And would be that way from now on.
I stroked the side of her face.
"My slave ... Monica, my pretty slave...."
She looked at me, her face still red, and smiled....
"Tonight, we're going to go out ... you and I ... and do some luscious things...."
I could tell by her eyes she was turned on by that very thought.
It was late in the afternoon, and I'd dismissed my latest victim.
I'd allowed Monica to rest in the bedroom, for the first time without shackles.
Now, it was time for us to get ready.
I had her draw baths for the both of us.
When that was finished, she was ordered to put on the most outrageous black outfit....
And I did also, putting mine on....
Now that that was finished, we were ready to move.
She looked incredible.
Her gorgeous blonde hair was dazzling....
And her complexion was even more beautiful than it was when she'd first come to me.
That was all due to the training she was receiving....
There was no question about that.
We were about ready to leave.
I fixed us both a martini and had her drink up.
Now, both of us relaxed, we headed out the door.
It was a marvelous night out.
The stars were shining, and their was the faintest chill in the air. Lovely.
We hailed a cab and went downtown, to the Waldorf.
I explained to Monica that the Waldorf was a prime spot, because it was realy filled with the most monied people.
Now that we had our locale, I instructed her as to how we were going to work the room.
"I'm going to select one man...."
She looked at me.
"That's right ... a man...."
She didn't say anything.
Although it was obvious the thought made her a little nervous.
Well, that was all right.
She could deal with it, I was sure....
"We'll select a man, make sure that he has enough money to please us, and then take him home ... to do a number on him...."
I put a hand on her hot knee.
"Don't worry ... you'll really enjoy this...."
She looked at me as if to say she hoped so ... she really hoped so....
Now, as we pulled up to the famous hotel, I paid the driver and we got out.
We walked through the regal lobby, to the back bar, the elegant green bar, where the men were sure to be drinking.
"Just go up to the bar and order a martini," I said to Monica ... "I'll join you in a few minutes...."
She did as she was told.
Now, after making believe that we didn't know each other, I watched her as she went to the bar and did as she was told.
The bartender set her up, and I watched as she sipped at her drink.
Then, I sat down, two stools away, and ordered a drink for myself.
When it came. I put some money on the bar, and sipped mine also.
It didn't take long.
My first and prime candidate came sauntering into the room.
He was a very tall, good-looking type, wearing money all over himself.
I liked that.
I liked the way he looked ... the way he spoke ... the way he walked.
And I could tell from the cut of his clothes, that he was in some fine kind of condition ... and that he would make a terrific slave....
He sat down between us.
Clever fellow.
He ordered a scotch, and waited. Then, he turned to Monica ... "Lovely night, isn't it...."