His voice resonated inside of my mind as I lay there in silent agony, only due to the gag wrapped between my teeth and to the back of my head. Ropes strangled every part of my naked supple body, holding my hands tight behind my back, my feet wide apart and attached to the bottom rails. Spread apart, my breasts were tied to where just the flesh around my nipples was poking through the ropes. The leather collar almost cut into my skin as my head was pulled back by the chain attached to the collar running down to the bottom of the cafe. Pain filtered through every limb, even to the pussy lips, now pierced and a rod into her pussy keeping her from resting, unless she wanted the rod to penetrate deeper inside of her than already possible. Four nipple rings, two in the side of each hardened tit of her fatty breasts, attached to a chain and pulled taut in front of he, to stretch the athletic bosom of her medium frame. Inside of this torturous cage, I withstood all of the snap of a camera, the flash alighting the dark room, and evil smiles and chuckling, while he ‘directed’ me to look certain ways. I had slowly learned to obey as each time a different punishment was delivered. First it was the gag, then pulling the choker tighter, the piercing of her breasts, the piercing of her genitals, the chains pulling her nipples to their brink of destruction, and then the rod. He warned if she disobeyed again, the lower body would suffer just as much as the upper one. So, she followed his directions, even when she was told to smile or laugh, by which he would tickle her feet if she did not do it to her liking. In between, she whimpered and shook, but he would warn and she stopped herself. If I would have known about his plans before I wanted to be trained, I would have thought twice about joining this group. Finally, it was over and another man walked in.
“Get her out of there and put her on the bed, leave the bonds to me.”
The servant did as he was told, removing everything from me except the cuffs on her wrists, ankles, the gag, and the collar. He pulled me along with the chain as I stumbled to my knees more than once. Cursing at me, he finally reached down and lifted me up with some physical exertion. He dropped me on the bed and looked me over to see if I would run. Then he walked away, the door opened, and the original man walked in, this time just in leather pants and boots, out of the blackness and into the light which surrounded the bed. He leaned against the poles of the canopy-type bed, and tilting his head, he began to study me like a plastic surgeon talks to his newest manipulation. I went to move out of the bed by swinging one leg over, and his large hands swiftly grabbed my ankles to pull me to him as I clawed at the sheets, crying out as he entangled a fist in my mane and tugged my head back. I arched my back, twisting as he leaned over her quivering body.
“Where shall you go, slave? You came to me for this did you not? Said your husband didn’t understand, and now you want to run away, like a little indian giver, I suppose. What did you give me? Your body, your pain, your screams. Now I want your heart is that so much to ask for?”
I did not know what to say to his surreal questions, they were such like a lullaby in my ear, except that I knew it was the devil singing sweetly. I knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to use me. I did not know that this was what I was coming here for. Everything I had learned about this place, about domination and submission, about this lifestyle had seemed exactly what I needed. Now, tears were in my eyes as he dropped me back to the bed, a cackle escaping his full lips. I turned on my back and scrambled up to the headboard to look at him now, seeing as he was not wearing a mask or shirt. Jet black hair, cold blue eyes, and lovely porcelain skin adorned the muscular physique of a 6 foot man, and as he turned, I watched the way he strode in long steps towards a table, standing where I could see the form of his ass through the black leather. His boots crunched on the floor as he swiveled around, cat of nine in his hand, and then he looked up quickly, tilted his head at me, a grown woman struggling to find my balance of pain and unable to do so within this hell I had found myself in.
“Turn around, don’t speak, I’m tired of you speaking, you think you have all this control, but don’t you see that you don’t have any.”
He spoke formidably, slowly, mechanically while I stared on wondering why he was rolling the handle of the whip in his grip. I was so fixated on it that I did not even hear what he was saying until he said it again, this time slower and more concentrated. I got up on my knees and turned around. His hands pulled on my hips as I remained on all fours until he got me in the position he wanted. I felt the leather of the whip rub against the skin of my left ham before he slapped it against me. In reaction, I twisted my frame to arch my back and let out a sharp cry.
“Stop flinching.”
I held my body as firm as I could with each blow.
“This is about the control of yourself. Once you learn to do this, you can control yourself around me, and thus, we will have less problems.”
He breathed in sharply as the nine tails whacked against me again, feeling my bare flesh exposed to the cold air, stinging as it did so. I winced but I kept myself from gasping for breath after holding it to keep myself from shaking or flinching. At last, I heard his footsteps heading away from me still with my ass propped up by my legs being close together. I did not know what he wanted, but I knew not to move as I bit my lip to hold in my gasps of breath. My body was shaking now, and I began to focus on the feel of the cold steel between my nipples as my breasts hung underneath me. Goose bumps rose on my skin at the feel of his hand over my skin, soothing touches up and down my muscular thighs. In between my hot sweaty legs, he pushed and I separated them from the silent command of the force of his forearms. More, he wanted as he pushed further, and then with a disgruntled sigh, he grabbed my hands and put them on either side of the raw flesh of my ass cheeks.
“Spread them.”
