by David James
‘I am pleased with you, Chloe,’ she said. ‘You have made excellent progress but, of course, you must realise that this is only the beginning. If you are to be one of my personal handmaidens there is still a great deal to learn, and of course, you will be expected to help me fulfil my obligations to my clients in any way I choose, and I can tell you that some are very demanding.’
‘May I speak, Mistress?’ he ventured.
‘Yes, Chloe.’
‘I really want to do anything you desire, Mistress.’
‘I know, Chloe, but what you need to understand is that I must fulfil the desires and needs of my clients, so it is a case of doing anything that they want. You will not be required to satisfy me, although I may allow you to do so occasionally, but your prime role will be to satisfy their needs.’
‘Anything that you desire, Mistress. I will serve your clients as you would wish them to be served.’
‘You will begin this evening. The man coming to see me has a recurrent fantasy that he needs to indulge in regularly. He is a big man, very strong, appears very dominant and will enjoy beating Sophie. But underneath he has latent homosexual and masochistic tendencies, so although he builds up a tremendous steam of excitement whilst dominating women, when he’s finished and is ready to ejaculate he loses his erection if he has to penetrate her. The only way he can usually make it is to be humiliated and then forced into fucking a man - although of course, he must feel it’s a woman. It’s a very complex case but the remedies are reasonably simple. Tonight you can take Audrey’s usual position, and she can help me force him to fuck you. He can take a great deal of punishment and even I sometimes find it difficult to thrash him hard enough to compel him.’
She left him kneeling on the floor while she went to the door and called Sophie and Audrey. When they arrived they began moving some of the furniture about. There was nothing very complicated, but it all looked specially made and each had features that were unusual. He couldn’t work out what most of them were meant to do, but there was no doubt that there was a frisson of excitement in the air as the various couches and curious frames were manoeuvred into position.
Sophie gave him a suspender belt and a pair of black stockings to put on. He almost came in excitement as he rolled the sheer stockings up over his legs, fastened the hooks and eyes of the belt around his waist and clipped on the suspenders.
‘And this,’ said Sophie, handing him a short, frilly skirt that hardly reached the tops of the stockings when he put it on. He was directed back to the narrow couch that was now fixed to one of the walls, so that when he was strapped down his head was almost touching it. Extensions had been placed under the back legs so that his buttocks were raised and vulnerable. His cock flexed in anticipation. He was able to turn his head a little, and was pleased to see that one of the wall mirrors was conveniently placed so he could see back into the room.
The doorbell rang.
‘That will be Wolfgang,’ said Mistress. ‘Are we all ready?’
‘Yes Mistress,’ Sophie and Audrey chorused.
‘Wolfgang will want to concentrate on Sophie,’ Mistress reflected, ‘so Audrey, you can take some time off.’
‘Yes, Mistress,’ Audrey replied, and obediently left the room, although Chloe could tell by her tone that she was disappointed.
‘Are you ready, Sophie?’
‘Yes, Mistress,’ she answered, although he sensed trepidation in her reply.
‘I think you’d best be kneeling when he comes in. I don’t want to anticipate his needs too much, but he’ll certainly want you to be showing total respect.’
‘Yes, Mistress,’ said Sophie, dropping to her knees, hanging her head and facing the door.
Chloe heard Mistress Amanda’s heels click away and then she greeted Wolfgang at the front door.
‘Do come in, Master. We’ve been expecting you.’
‘Thank you, Mistress.’ His voice was slow, deep and calm, and Chloe sensed that Wolfgang certainly appeared to be a man of great confidence. He entered the room; a big man, though probably well muscled for he was noticeably light on his feet. He wore boxing boots and a black cloak. His head was a near perfect oval and his features full and strong, but rounded too. A relatively small mouth with a pursed and slightly petulant pout indicated a general selfishness, and gave precision to the way his words were formed and spoken. The eyes were wide, and his skull and eyebrows were shaven. He stood in the centre of the room and watched as Mistress turned to him and bowed her head, not low in a subservient way, but recognising for the moment at least that Wolfgang was in charge of events.
Sophie didn’t move, and even though Chloe could only see her back he sensed the tension in her body and noted a slight shiver in her shoulders.
‘Is this the bitch that’s been misbehaving?’ Wolfgang growled, straight into his role.
‘Yes, Master,’ Mistress replied. ‘She’s been encouraging a new trainee to take matters into her own hands instead of strictly following the rules I set down and which you approved.’
‘And is this the trainee?’ he gestured towards Chloe with contempt.
‘It is, master,’ Mistress confirmed.
Wolfgang placed a hand on Chloe’s buttock, kneading it forcefully and parting it from the other so he could see his tight anal sphincter underneath the frills of the skirt. ‘We’ll see to you later,’ he said gruffly, then moved across the room and stood in front of Sophie.
‘Lift your head, girl, just to the horizontal,’ he ordered, and Sophie obediently raised her head slightly, still on her knees.
Wolfgang raised a hand and Sophie flinched, but he merely unfastened his cloak. He saw the involuntary reaction and a merciless smile flitted across his face. He unclipped his cloak and let it drop to the floor, and Sophie found herself staring at his enormous erection, which pulsed confidently and speared towards her face. It was at least ten inches long and thick in girth, and Chloe winced as he realised it was destined to be driven into him when Wolfgang had finished with Sophie.
Wolfgang was wearing a black leather waistcoat and leather shorts, split at the front to allow his erection and testicles to protrude. Despite his age and bulk he was in good condition, with a toned stomach and thighs like tree trunks.
‘Suck me, girl,’ he demanded, and Sophie obediently raised a hand to grip the monstrous thing, easing it down from the vertical so she could stretch her lips around the bulbous head. Her fingers tightened around the foreskin and slid the soft skin down the gnarled shaft, and she was only just able to get the tip of his cock into her mouth.
He grasped the back of her head and eased his hips forward, feeding his cock into her stretched mouth, and Chloe was amazed to see how much of it she could swallow, and saw her eyes widen as Wolfgang took her head in both hands and began to roll it from side to side, pushing his cock backwards and forwards, gradually forcing himself deeper into her throat. Sophie gagged several times but Wolfgang gave her mouth no respite as he roughly pounded his penis back and forth. Her eyes stared and she whimpered under the treatment, but Chloe noticed her knees sliding apart on the floor and her hips grinding as if searching for a cock to fill her hungry sex.
Eventually a strong shudder rippled through Wolfgang’s body as he came, spurting his thick cream deep inside Sophie’s mouth. As his grunts continued he persisted in his manipulation of her blonde head, forcing her to suck every last drop from him. As his erection subsided she was able to suck properly at last, and did so with increasing efficiency and relish, and Chloe could see that she was rolling the deflating penis around her mouth and enjoying the last drops. As Wolfgang’s cock finally slid from her mouth a dribble of semen and saliva dribbled from a corner of her glistening lips, and she popped out her pretty tongue to lick it back. She smiled up at the man towering over her.
‘I hope that was good for you, Master?’ she whispered.
‘Not as
good as I’d been led to expect by you,’ he growled, turning to Mistress. ‘She needs a good thrashing to help her understand the importance of taking me straight down without all the effort I had to put in.’
‘She’s in training, Master,’ Mistress replied. ‘I’m sure she will appreciate your help and encouragement.’
‘Then string her up for me, Madam,’ he commanded. ‘I want her hung so that just the tips of her toes touch the floor. I want to see her squirm under the lash.’
‘Get up, girl,’ commanded Mistress, and Sophie rose shakily to her feet and stretched her hands obediently above her head, for them to be handcuffed. Mistress let down a rope on a pulley attached to the ceiling, with a hook on the end to which she attached the chain between the cuffs. She pulled on the rope and Sophie was dragged up towards the pulley, so that the toes of her high-heeled shoes were just taking her weight. It was clearly an agonising position, and as Mistress secured the end of the rope to a cleat on the wall, Sophie twisted uncontrollably as she struggled to gain a purchase on the floor to ease the weight dragging at her wrists.
‘My lash, Madam,’ Wolfgang demanded, so Mistress went to the cupboard and slid out a tray of neatly coiled whips and lashes, with a rack of whips and canes beneath.
‘We have one or two new ones for your pleasure, Sir,’ she said. ‘Perhaps you would like to choose.’
Wolfgang smiled cruelly and went to the rack, raising a hand and catching Sophie a tremendous thwack across her rump. Immediately a white hand imprint was clearly visible, and as Chloe watched it the colours returned then deepened, leaving a series of red blotches on the creamy skin. ‘Let’s see what we have in store for you, girl,’ Wolfgang sniggered, as he turned his attention to the rack.
He picked up several canes, one after another, slicing each through the air onto the leather arm of one of the chairs, to assess their flexibility, what damage they could cause and, Chloe could see, to let Sophie witness their cruel hiss and crack as they swept down. Her eyes were wide with terror, but Chloe noticed the muscles of her stomach flexing in anticipation of the flogging to come, and the forced sexual intimacy she might be expected to endure after that.
In the mirror Chloe could see that Mistress Amanda’s eyes were bright with anticipation, and his cock, already rigid, stiffened even further as Wolfgang selected a long thin cane, and then a formidable bullwhip. He began with the cane, moving around Sophie as she turned, keeping her wide eyes fixed on the threatening implement, to select the choicest and most tender flesh. The first lash cut cleanly across the lower portion of her stomach, raising an immediate weal and a scream from Sophie. She frantically tried to twist away from Wolfgang and the succeeding slash, but could only turn a few inches and it cut into her hip just above her pelvis. Sophie screamed again, but it was hardly out of her mouth before the third blow landed across the tender upper curves of her buttocks.
Wolfgang turned to Mistress. ‘We need to keep her still. Clip her nipples and fasten them to the wall. She’ll be less inclined to fidget then.’
Mistress brought him a pair of nipple clamps for inspection. He examined them carefully. ‘Take out the protection pads before you clip them on. If you leave them in they’ll pull off and we’ll have to start all over again.’
Mistress picked out the half moon pads that were designed to prevent the sharp teeth of the clamp biting too deeply into tender nipples, and snapped a clip onto each of Sophie’s exposed buds. She then twisted her round so she was facing away from Wolfgang, and towards Chloe, so the latter could see in the mirror the expression of agony on her face as the serrated jaws of the clips bit deep. Mistress tied the mid-point of the chain linking the nipples to a cord attached to the wall above Chloe’s head, so Sophie’s breasts were stretched towards the wall with her back exposed to Wolfgang’s cane. Any movement back or to either side would tear at her nipples, and Chloe could see that she was shivering with pain and the anticipation of yet more exquisite torture.
Wolfgang discarded the cane and picked up the bullwhip. He moved round so that Sophie could see it, and pulled the cord to make sure that the sharp teeth of the nipple clamps were firmly embedded in the swollen nubs. Chloe could see Wolfgang’s cock stirring again, swelling and lifting while he enjoyed the flashes of pain in Sophie’s eyes as he tugged the cord. He unwound the whip in front of her, letting the long, supple coils snake down to the floor as he took the stock and tested its flexibility by bending it until the ends were almost brought together. Chloe saw the fear in Sophie’s eyes as she imagined the vicious tip of the whip curling around her in Wolfgang’s experienced and expert grip.
As Wolfgang turned back to take up the position that would give him the greatest arc, Chloe’s clenched buttocks caught his eye and he gave them a slap. Chloe reacted immediately, relaxing his anus and hoping his rectum would open for Wolfgang’s approval and eventual pleasure. He was very frightened, but he desperately wanted to feel that enormous cock penetrate him. Wolfgang poked the end of the stock into him and he was pleased, relieved and proud that it slipped easily past the ring of muscle. He was learning and was pleased with himself.
Placing himself comfortably, Wolfgang practised an experimental crack of the whip. It slashed down a few inches from Sophie’s feet and her body reacted sharply, even though she’d not been hit, then reacted again as the sudden jerk by the nipple clamps sent a spasm of agony from her nipples to the depths of her core.
‘We need to lower her a little, Madam,’ he said unexpectedly. ‘This position is holding her legs together too tightly. Bring her down a little and get a hobble bar for her ankles.’
Mistress did as she was bid, easing the rope from around the cleat and letting it out just enough for Sophie to part her legs, although she was still not quite able to place her heels on the floor. As she lowered her breasts were pulled upward by the clamps, and she feared they would actually tear her nipples. Mistress then crouched to clamp the ankle bar between Sophie’s legs, so they were held about two feet apart.
‘It that better, Master?’ she asked.
‘It is, Madam,’ he replied. ‘Now I can strike upward between her legs if she misbehaves.’ Wolfgang’s penis was now almost fully recovered, and Chloe eyed it with mixed feelings as Wolfgang made the final preparations for what was certainly going to be a severe flogging.
Sophie’s ashen face indicated that she didn’t feel up to the inevitable pain to come, and weeping, said, ‘Please, Sir, I’ll not misbehave, I promise.’
‘Just make sure you take your punishment like the sub you are,’ he warned callously. ‘I don’t want a sound out of you. Understand?’
Sophie faltered a moment, and then whispered, ‘Y-yes, Sir... I understand.’
‘A scream from your lips will bring the lash straight up between your legs to punish your cunt.’
‘I’ll try not to scream, Sir.’
‘See you don’t. Now I think six would be a good start, don’t you?’
‘Y-yes, Sir,’ Sophie agreed fearfully. ‘As you please, Sir.’
Wolfgang carefully judged the distance. ‘Just a light flick to begin with,’ he thought aloud. ‘Let’s see how much you can stand.’
He snapped the whip sharply in the air, and as it cracked the harsh tail bit across Sophie’s back. Her body jerked sharply forward away from the lash, but the pain of the nipple clamps when she returned to the original position was almost as terrible. She bit her lip, and although a sob escaped she made no other sound.
The first stroke now acted as a marker for the succeeding ones. The next lash hissed its way down her back from right shoulder to left buttock, leaving a dark purple weal that crossed the deepening bruise of the first central cut, while the third made a complementary cut from left to right, again slicing accurately through the centre of the initial wound.
Sophie muffled her screams each time, but it was clear that she was finding it difficult. Her body was f
lushed with a thin layer of perspiration beneath the lights of the punishment room. The fourth stroke caused a vertical stripe from neck to the divide of her buttocks, while the fifth ran horizontally through the centre of the first two.
‘Good girl,’ Wolfgang grunted. ‘Not a sound.’
He approached from the rear and ran a speculative hand between her legs. As he dragged it harshly through the gaping lips it emerged glistening with her juices.
‘I think you were going to scream on the last stroke,’ he mused. ‘Were you?’
Sophie hung her head and nodded.
‘Because you really want me to bring the lash up between your legs?’
Sophie nodded once more.
‘Then I’ll not disappoint you.’
Moving round to her side he carefully measured the distance involved, and then brought the bullwhip straight up, viciously biting into the lower swell of her breasts, jerking them sharply upward. The pain from the lash and from her clamped nipples was such that Sophie’s scream was totally involuntary, and she shook and sobbed and would have slumped to the floor had she not been so cruelly restrained.
Wolfgang inspected her again and, as expected, the secretions from her swollen slit were running freely down her thighs. He took up position behind her and practised a snap of the bullwhip. She jumped and then winced as the searing pain from her nipples shot through her once more. Wolfgang slid the length of the whip along the floor, between her legs but over the spacer bar holding her ankles apart. He contemplated whether to bring the lash straight up between her thighs or try the much more difficult exercise of timing the snap of the tip precisely where the pink of her clit nosed from the safety of its hood. He decided to go for the more skilled option. If he missed he would have to accept that she got off lightly. If he got it completely wrong Sophie might faint with the pain, and given her bondage that could cause serious damage to her nipples. But if he got it right she would experience a bolt of pure pain and pleasure that would probably bring her to an immediate orgasm.
