Chapter 8
The next morning Tom let Linda sleep as late as she could. He showered and dressed as quietly as possible and when he was done she still slept.
The sheet only covered part of her and it was easy for him to see, at least from her waist up, what he had done to her last night. He didn't think it was possible. In one week. That's all it had been. She had gone from bitch to slave. He still wasn't sure but somehow he doubted that he controlled her. Pain controlled her. There was no doubt about that. But did he? Did it make a difference as long as he got what he wanted? Not much. But a little.
Enough reflection. He left their room, taking the bag with him and made his way downstairs. He fixed himself some toast and coffee, set his dishes in the sink and took the bag to his workshop and began constructing his arsenal of pain.
The band saw quickly cut the basic design for the paddle, the file and sandpaper finished it. Next he got out a tack hammer and began to drive the tacks through the long belt that was intended for Linda's breasts. That took some time to complete but when he was done he knew he held a painful instrument in his hands. He then finished his other projects.
After cleaning up his mess he stored the new equipment in a large duffle bag that had been around for a while. Hoisting the bag over his shoulder he went upstairs to check on Linda. It was after noon.
Opening the basement door he entered the kitchen and there was Linda. A very colorful, naked Linda standing by the counter drinking a cup of coffee.
"Are you trying to make me horny by going around naked?" He asked as his eyes worshiped her marked body.
"Good morning, Tom. And to answer your question, it wasn't my intent to make you horny. I tried to get dressed but the clothes hurt too much, besides I didn't think you would object to my nudity. Do you?"
"Not in the least, but it does make me horny. Care to do anything about me?"
It had indeed been painful to wear clothes, and taking a shower had been hell, but still she knew that once started she would willingly continue and derive extreme satisfaction from whatever Tom did to her. This pain stuff was addictive and she had every intention of continuing her addition to it, and to Tom. "What did you have in mind?"
"Come here and I'll show you."
Tom set the duffle bag on the counter and opened his arms to her as she approached him. She eagerly pressed her tortured tits into his chest, raised her mouth to his and gasped as his arms wrapped around her beaten back.
He held her tightly with one arm as the other hand mapped her battered back and butt. His kiss was deep and demanding and she willingly submitted to all. Again her passions began to rise to the occasion as she pressed her whipped Venus mound into his jeans covered hardening cock.
Breaking their embrace Tom held her away from him as he looked at her. Both were there and easily seen. Pain and passion. "Bend over from your waist, take out my cock and suck it. But don't make me come."
"Yes. Is this a session?"
"Yes."
Linda quickly unzipped his jeans and withdrew his still enlarging cock. In the next instance it was in her mouth as Tom dug into the duffle bag on the counter. There was something handing beside her as Tom said, "Place this directly over your nipples and hold it in place while I tighten it."
Closer inspection of the object showed it to be the tack covered belt. Keeping her mouth on his cock she brought the belt under her, centered it and pressed the tack points into her nipples as Tom took both ends and began to fasten it around her. "Aarrgg God." She watched and felt Tom pull it tighter and tighter. Her tits folded over the sides of the belt. The points of the tacks were embedded in her nipples and tits, and it looked like she had four tits, a set above the belt and a set below. And still he pulled it tighter as she released his cock. It would never do to bite it, and she screamed again. Finally he buckled it behind her back.
"Stand up and let me see." He watched her straighten her body. She did it very slowly. Her long hair covered her face as she stood there so he used his hand to brush it aside. Her eyes again had that glazed look, tears were streaming down her face and the sight of her divided tits was unbelievable.
The black belt almost matched the color of her skin as it cut into her tits. Four nippleless, very abused tits separated by a belt is not a usual sight. He liked it. "Now kneel and make me come in your mouth." If she didn't do it soon he would come all on his own by just looking at her.
She kneel before him and continued to devour his cock. All ten inches were crammed down her throat as she struggled to breath without using her chest area. But as she got into it more and more breathing became one of her least worries. She had always been a avid cock sucker and just because she had been beaten to within an inch of her life and was driving the sharp points into her nipples and breasts with each intake of air that she took, didn't stop her at all.
She could smell the change in Tom as he neared his release and that became her only concern. She had to have his cream. His cock gave another twitch and she tasted the first drop on her tongue and was lost herself. She never noticed that Tom had bent over. She didn't even feel his hands wrap around the belt on her back. But when he pulled it up she did. The tacks dug into her deeper. She screamed. His white, ropy globs rolled around her throat and choked her. Taking a breath to counteract the pain she choked and sprayed him with his own discharge. She coughed again as he almost held her in midair by the belt.
"Lick it up or you'll hang here all day." Tom held her torso up by the belt as her lips and tongue licked each and every drop off him. When she was done he lowered her back to her knees. "Never spit out my cream again. That I will not tolerate. Stand up."
It took her a while but she did manage to stand. "Now bend over and grab your ankles with your hands. And stay that way while I paddle your ass for not keeping my man juice in your mouth."
Linda had known long ago, even before Tom started hurting her, that he was very particular about her always swallowing his sperm when she gave him head. Twice before she had choked, when first learning to give head, and let some of it escape her mouth. Those were two of only three occasions when he had demonstrated his potential for dominance. To have lost his cream now, in her position of slave, she knew would be dealt with severely.
She assumed the position and waited for the paddle to land on her already beaten ass. What she hadn't anticipated was the new paddle. It carried quite a punch. The new twenty-four inch paddle could be used with two hands and swung with much more force. Tom did both.
Totally unprepared for the force of the hit Linda went flying and screaming through the air to land on the floor some five feet away. "Get back here and in position." There was a new quality in his voice that compelled her to act as quickly as her tattered shell could.
Again she was in position and again the paddle landed with to much force and she went flying. The process was repeated again. By the ninth blow Linda didn't want to continue. She laid on the floor totally defeated. "If you don't get yourself back here, bitch, you'll get fifty instead of the twenty I planned. The choice is yours. Twenty under your own power or fifty under bondage. What's it to be?"
"Th... the twenty... pleaseeeee." Three times she tried to get her feet under her and failed but finally she managed. She placed herself in position again. For the tenth one. She had to, no way could she withstand fifty. Again she went flying across the floor. No longer could she even scream, the forgotten belt made it very difficult. It took to much energy to crawl back to Tom, struggle to stand and bend over to have it all repeated again and again. She was in a void. All she could concentrate on was crawling, standing and bending over to be sent flying again. Every time her body landed on the floor she would crawl back to him, force her rubber band legs to support her for a second then do it all over again.
By the tenth blow Tom's temper had cooled considerable and he began to administer the remain ten with more calm and control. He was not unaware of Linda's struggles to meet his demands. Every time he hit her she would drag herself back for more.
By eighteen he was beginning to feel sorry for her but knew he had to do all twenty, if he didn't his control over her would be gone forever.
At the nineteenth Will Johnson walked through the kitchen door. "You can hear her all over the damn neighborhood, Tom. If you don't want visitors you had better move her or stop. My God, she looks like hell. What have you done to her in one damn week?"
"None of your damn business."
Linda didn't even notice Will's arrival. Again she held herself in shaky place as Tom hit her with number twenty. He relaxed his grip on the paddle as for the final time she flew across the floor.
"Besides, she hasn't screamed for the last seven. And that was the last one."
"Well, you had better tell her that. She's in place for another one, if I'm not mistaken."
Tom turned around to see what Will was taking about and sure enough Linda was again in position. He stared in awe. She was totally unaware of the number. He could have stopped earlier and she would have never know.
"Pleesssseee Tooommmm hittt me. IIIeee can't sstaannd very long." Why was he taking so long to hit her? Didn't he know that she had nothing left? If she couldn't stand for him, he would do it fifty times, hell it already felt like a thousand. "Pleeeeas-see."
"Just hit her lightly, Tom. I don't think she can get up anymore."
Tom tapped her with the paddle and she crumbled on the floor. The men watched her. She got one hand under her. A minute later she managed to get one leg to support her. Then she fell flat on the floor and didn't move again.
"Take her to bed. We need to talk."
Tom nodded his head as he gathered her in his arms and carried her up the stairs. Later when her ass was covered with ice and he joined Will in the kitchen. Over some coffee they talked.
"You've unleashed a monster, Tom, and it's up to you to control it. Linda can't. Her one and only goal in life now is to have pain. She doesn't care how much. You could cut off her tit and feed it to her and she would willingly eat it and thank you for the privilege. You have to establish the guidelines and limits. You saw her. She'll keep coming back for more and more pain until she can't move at all. You have to stop before she reaches her limit."
"Sure you can take her to the limit occasionally, but not every time. Her limits will increase with the passage of time, so you can still plan to expand your tortures. But you can't go to the limit every time. Linda could take it for a while, but then she would just burn out and turn into a zombie. You don't want a zombie, you want a submissive wife. Right?"
"Yea, right."
"Look, Tom, you aren't the only one who has gone overboard in the beginning. We all have at one time or another. But you have to remember that YOU control what happens. Sure there will be times when she begs for more and some times you will comply, but not always. She has to be kept so that she still wants more. Something to aim at. If she is taken to the limit all the time there is nothing to look forward to. Get my point?"
"I think so. Will she be all right?"
"Sure. Some rest, some ice, and some time is all she needs."
"But we have an appointment for tonight."
"To do what?"
"A pain session with Jason Polinski. At his place, 8:00 tonight."
"Does Linda know?"
"Sure."
"Ok. That means that you can't cancel it, you'd loose some control. So you'll have to call him and tell him that she was brought to and possible over her limit this morning. He'll know how to handle her. It might even help you too. There is a hell of a lot more to being a master or in control than dealing out pain."
"I'm beginning to see that. Thanks for the talk. I shouldn't apologize to Linda should I?"
"Good, God, no. Never apologize for anything. She doesn't want it and all it will do is weaken you position. Just watch her closely. She's hooked on pain. In the future try administrating short sessions of heavy pain instead of long ones of milder pain. Instead of whipping her until she is covered from head to toe, try burning a nipple, then leaving her. She'll be able to call up that pain for hours and remain high. Come back later and burn the other one. That will last even longer in her dream world. And never be severe on more than two places on her body. Like tits and ass, they like it there. But don't combine that with say her cunt and back. Space her pain out. Give her different things, don't keep going to the same places. Try beating the insides of her legs as she hangs upside down. The next time smash her tits like pancakes. Just keep changing."
"If you have a craving to beat her ass, or whatever, space it out. Do it only ever third time or so. Use her entire body. Experiment."
"I've never thought about it that way. I always thought that all I had to do was beat the shit out of her and she would obey."