Chapter 7
The next day began bright and early.
I removed the clamps and thread, causing her to burst into tears of relief.
But that relief wasn't going to last long. believe she was surprised at the efficiency at which I shackled her to the wall.
She must have thought that her training was over, and that was her new chores were consisted of punishment my male clients.
Far from it.
I was still very much into taking it out on her.
And knew just how to do it the best.
It was something I would never tire of ... torturing her ... teaching her the inner thrill of being my slave....
Now, though, the time was right for me to start to work on her.
I had something very special planned.
But first, to put her into the mood, I thought a little whipping of that luscious bottom was in order.
I petted it.
"You have such a sweet ass," I said to her. "Thank you, mistress," she said, with a definite hesitation in her voice.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to it...."
"No...."
"What do you think?"
"I ... I ... don't know, mistress...."
"I'm going to whip it...."
"Ooohh...."
"You want me to, don't you...."
"No...."
That got her a hard smack on her bottom. "Yes...." she said, quickly changing her tune. Now, I asked her once more what I was going to do....
"Whip my ass," she said quickly.
"That's right ... I'm going to whip your ass...."
With that, I went to the wall and took down my hardest, longest, least malleable whip.
I wanted her to feel it ... hard and swift against her cheeks....
I was really going to do a number on her.
"Now," I said, the lust in my voice quite obvious ... "What am I going to do to you...."
"You're ... going to whip me...." she said, so softly I could hardly hear her....
"That's right...."
"Please...." she said.
"Please what...."
"Please whip me ... hard ... as hard as you can...."
That really set me on fire.
She wanted it.
That much was obvious.
And she was going to get it!
Now, I held the whip behind my ear, and gave her the first shot, smack across her ass, as hard as Martina Navratilova returning a service!
She jumped ... oh, how she jumped, right into the wall....
Which was the purpose of this particular form of torture....
I wanted her up against the wall, backwards like this, so there was little room for her to move....
And now, I let her have another series of blows ... each one harder than the other, until her bottom, which had all but healed from that first night, was beginning to show streaks of blood coming down it....
Oh, how she twisted and turned, and cried out....
But that was only the beginning....
Now, I intended to work down each of her legs, giving her a complete tanning with my whip!
I started on her left leg, working all the way down it, hitting her over and over again with the thing, bring it down, harder each time, on the back of her thighs....
"JESUS ... YOU'RE KILLING ME ... YOU'RE KILLING ME ... OOOOHH. ... YOU' RE ... KILLING ME,."
And she was right, of course....
I was killing her.
That was the whole purpose....
If she didn't feel that way, my efforts would be wasted on her....
And then, when I knew she couldn't take it anymore, I continued to work on her ... to work all the way down her leg....
You should have seen the way she squirmed when I got to her calf....
She cried out, and thew her head back....
"You're ... SO CRUEL...." she cried out, which only made me work that much harder.
I alternated the rhythm of my smackings ... hitting her harder and softer, as I went along....
I couldn't believe it....
The way she was responding to it....
I thought she was going to go crazy!
And when I stopped, I went up to her and put my arms around her waist, and hugged her....
"It's so good," I said....
"It hurts so much ... so much...."
Her tears were welling up in her eyes....
"I know ... but that's what's so beautiful about it...."
"I can't ... please ... I can't take anymore...."
"Yes you can," I said to her ... "You can take lots more ... I still have to do your other leg...." ... "Please...."
"You know that begging won't help ... you know that...."
And so I let her go, and went for the whip again, to do her right leg.
I did her slowly, tantalizingly, until finally, it matched in color and bruises, her left one.
She was really blistered now ... very much so, and the color of her ass was a sight for my eyes.
I put the whip down.
"Now, darling, I 've got something special for you...."
She shuddered.
She was litereally hanging off the wall by her wrists, not being able to take much more of this ... And I knew that the best was yet to come. I went to the small stove I had at one end of the dungeon.
I used it to keep the place warm.
And now, it was well stoked.
So much so, that when I reached for the iron and put it in, I knew that it would only have to be there for a short time....
Before it was ready.
I waited.
Monica watched, with fear in her eyes, over her shoulder, as I pulled the thing out. "What ... what are you...."
"I'm going to brand you," I said to her. "NO ... NOOOOO...."
She was wailing now, and yanking at her bonds.
She couldn't believe what I was going to do.
I was going to give her my mark ... my initials ... right on her bottom!
I smoothed it all over, knowing that she was trembling and hysterical now ... and told her to try to think about something else, that this was going to hurt, and that I didn't want he to be in too much pain....
And then, I pushed the thing right on her skin. Well, what can I tell you ... I never heard anyone scream so loudly in all my life....
She was nealy incoherent, with tears all over the place, and a trembling, sobbing body that was so delicious to watch!
I removed the brand, and watched her ass smoking all around it. And she was mine. Just that way. Branded for life.
I had to give her some time to recover.
Even I couldn't be that cruel.
She was weeping now, and I could tell that I'd really burned her deep.
I could smell her flesh turning to ash now....
She was hurting very badly.
I took some salve and rubbed it on her....
When she was finally able to talk, she did so in a sobbing, choked off manner.
"My ass ... my beautiful ass...."
She was right about that.
It would never be the same.
Never.
It was mine now, and would stay that way.
She'd taken her punishment well, I thought.
But she'd lost the smooth delicious innocence her ass promised whomever was lucky enough to get down there.
But what did she think?
Being my slave was a cup of tea?
It was an honor to be my slave....
It was a position many women would have killed for.
She was the lucky one....
The chosen one....
And that was the way I liked it....
And she would learn to live with her brand.
That's the way life it.
You learn to live with things....
And now, as I undid her shackles, she collapsed, into a dead faint in my arms.
When she awoke, she was tied to a chair in a most delightful way.
Her wrists were bound to the armrests, in such a way that her thighs, which were spread and lapped over the ends, crossed above her arms.
Her ankles were bound to the sides....
She was really looking wonderful now.
I'd taken all her clothes off her in the interim ... so that she was glorious naked, and spread before me, her charms exposed in the most delightful way....
"Now," I said to her, as she came to ... "I hope you're feeling better...."
I'd put a soft cushion on the chair, so her bottom could rest on it.
So don't anyone tell me that I was too cruel!
She looked at me.
Her face was drained.
She'd been put through the mill all right....
"I'm fine," she said to me ... "Just fine...."
There was a numbness in her voice that was really something....
She'd gotten her fill all right.
But now, I was ready for the final moment ... the final thing that would make her always know she was my slave.
I stood in front of her.
"I'm going to finish you now...."
She looked at me, pleadingly, with her eyes.
No more, they seemed to say.
Please ... no more...."
But that was to be.
I had to give her more.
I just had to.
I went and got my scissors. She gasped!
She had no idea what was going to happen next.
I made her get on the champagne crate in the bedroom, covered only with athin sheet.
Like that, and with the special long socks I made her wear, she was soon tied so that her legs and hands were together, wrist to ankle.
She no longer even thought about struggling, or trying to get away from me.
She knew that I was going to do with her what I wished, and that that was the way it was going to have to be.
Fine.
She wasn't sure what was coming, except just then, my friend, should I say, our friend, Fay, from the other night entered, totally naked, and with a fire on her face that was enough to send a chill through poor Monica's face. "What ... what...."
"Shhhh...." was all I said as I began to attach the mask to her face!
She was confused, poor dear, but she didn't try to fight me.
She was frightened and I'm sure the heat from her branding was still effecting her.
Now, though, the mask was firmly in place.
It was a funnel job so that whatever was poured into it went right down her throat.
Her lips were all around the bottom bend of the funnel, allowing her no leeway at all ... she'd have to swallow every last drop.
Of Fay's pee!
I was transported with pleasure as Fay, with a sly grin on her face, a grin that only revenge can produce, got on top of the crate, straddling the bitch, and, leaning against the wall, began to pee into the funnel!
Oh, how that made Monica crazy!
Over and over again, she squimed and blushed, as she was forced to drink down Fay's pee!
But the best part of all was the two foot, four inch wide dildo I was strapping on me, complete with hanging black balls.
She knew now that her spread legs were going to give me a perfect target....
I was going to fuck the shit out of this bitch while
ay, whom I'd forced to drink three quarts of beer moments before entering the room, continued to wash down Monica's throat! How I fucked her!
Over and over and over, her muffled cries sending me into the most intense orgasms, as I continued to work her out!
Finally, after what seemed like hours, I was finished with her. I dismissed Fay, telling her she could wait in the other room.
As for Monica, when I removed the mask, she didn't say anything but her tears, as they tracked down the side of her face, said it all....
She was getting a real workout from me today.
She was really being tortured.
I loved it!
God, how I loved it!
Now, I took a whip and waved it on in front of her face. She moaned.
Before she had a chance to respond beyond that, I started to buzz down her pubic hair with a razoe, back to the peach fuzz I liked to keep her at.
I did long tracks, going from the front to the back, and making sure that I did a thorough job.
Now, her pussy was once again bald....
And still, I wasn't finished.
She was crying openly, weeping hysterically, knowing that it would take weeks for her to get her hair back the way it was just a few minutes earlier.
When I finished, I took a warm towel and let it rest on her cunny.
I didn't want her to think I was going to do a poor job.
"Why," she finally sobbed.
"Because," I said to her.
"Because you have to be always reminded that you're a slave ... that' you're a slave for life ... that you're my slave, and that I do everything to you that I do only out of love ... only out of a deep love for you...."
"It's so hard," she moaned ... "So hard for me to understand...."
"I know...." I said, brushing her tears away ... "But you will, one day ... you'll understand and thank me for all of this...."
She looked at me.
I know what she wanted to say.
No I won't. I'll never thank you for this ... I'll never forgive you for this....
But she didn't dare.
She knew what the consequences would be if she did....
She knew only too well....
And then, finally, I was finished with her.
But I wasn't going to let her up.
"You have to be put on the trainer," I said to her.
She didn't respond.
I got the face mask back.
I started to put it on her, even as I could hear her moaning and sighing.
"Open your mouth," I said.
She did so, and I put the thing back on her.
Now, I did the rest of the snaps, making sure that she was wearing the thing on her head, tightly, neatly....
And I stepped back.
I got out my camera.
I simply had to record this.
It was too good to pass up.
So I walked around her, snapping pictures of the way she looked.
She just stayed the way she was, unable to speak now, or move, from the way I'd bound her.
And then I was finished.
I told her she was going to be left like that for awhile.
No response, of course....
And then, I left her.
I went back to my bedroom.
I needed a rest.
I lay down for a while, until the evening. When I woke up, I was completely refreshed. There was nothing quite as exhilerating as doing a slave....
She was such a good one, too. She took all the torture she could.
And I knew that I had been unspeakably cruel to her, but there was nothing I could do about that....
And then, finally, she was ready....
She was ready to devote her life to me.
I knew the effect of what I'd done.
It would make a beauty like her know that there was nothing she could do without me ... that no one would want her now....
That she needed me as much as she loved me.
That was the thing that was so incredible....
That she loved me all the more, no matter how much I tortured her.
Now, I was getting ready to go out.
I thought I might pick up a likely client somewhere, and so a number.
When the phone rang.
I picked it up.
"Hello...."
I shuddered.
It was like a knife going through me! It was Wanda!
Wanda, the only woman I ever even remotely liked!
The only woman who had it over me!
She was the one who'd turned me on to the whole scene, promising me that one day we would live together....
She'd done things to me....
Things that made what I did to Monica look like child's play.
And then she left me! Left me just like that! Cold!
I didn't know what to do!
Suddenly, she was all over my mind!
Why was she calling?
What could she want?
And what could I do about it?
I didn't know....
I wasn't sure....
"Hello," I finally said, back into the phone.
"How are you?"
"I'm ... I'm fine...." I said to her.
"That's good...."
"Where are you?"
"Not too far away...."
"I see...."
"I thought I'd come over and see you...."
"No...."
"Yes...."
I crumbled.
I had no power over her.
She was the best at making me do things....
Of course....
I'd been her slave....
"When," I said.
"In a half hour ... be ready for me...." And then the phone went dead.
I was filled with all kinds of conflicting feelings. I couldn't believe it was her ... after all this time ... And now, as I waited, I became very apprehensive.
What could she want?
What was she going to do to me?
Anything, I knew.
Anything she wanted.
The old feelings were still there.
I was helpless around her....
Utterly helpless....
She was going to do a number on me ... She was going to do a number, and there was nothing I was going to be able to do about it ... I was still a slave at heart. I fixed myself a drink and took it down in one shot. Then another one. I needed it.
I needed to be fortified....
I couldn't take the tension, the waiting....
And then, the buzzer downstairs.
It was her!
She was here!
I took a deep breath, and went to the door. I buzzed her up.
I checked myself in the side mirror. I looked wonderful.
My clothing was well-fitted, a dress that was easily lifted.
I was ready. I hoped.
I heard the soft knock on the door. I opened it and there she was. After all this time. Wanda!
"Come in," I said to her....
She smiled and entered.
"The place still looks good," she said, as she went to the bar and made herself a drink.
"I try to keep it up," I said, as she poured first herself and then me a drink.
"Here," she said, "You look like you could use it...."
"What are you doing here," I asked. "I came to see you...."
"I know that, but...."
"There are no buts ... it's not like we're strangers, you know...."
"I know, but...."
"Please...."
"All right ... all right ... but...."
"I know," she said. "All that went down...."
"Yes ... that's right...."
"I can't explain everything ... things happen...."
"But you left with no words...."
"I had no choice, either ... you've got to believe that...."
I suppose she was right.
I had to believe it. I had no choice, really. None.
Now, as I looked at her, I felt that old warmth coming back to me....
She was going to do a number on me, and I was powerless to stop her!