While she took the dirty dishes to the kitchen, I poured her saucer full

and filled my glass with the last of the champagne. When she returned,

she lapped up the champagne greedily, while I sipped mine. "That's

right," I teased, "get all you can now. You won't be drinking again for

a while. Do you think I should whip you till my arms get tired?" "If it

pleases you, Master." "But does it please you, cunt?"

"Yes, Master," she whispered, looking down at the floor. "What, slut?"

"Yes, Master." Much louder this time. "What pleases you, slut? Look at

me." She slowly raised her head to look into my eyes. "It pleases me

that you would whip me until your arms get tired, Master." "Are you

sure, cunt? I think I'll just hang you up in the closet and go to bed."

"No, Master. Please. Please whip me." She leaned down to wrap her arms

around my leg, and kissed and licked my shoes. "I don't think you really

want it, slut."

"Oh, yes, Master, please, please whip me," she gasped between licks. "I

beg you. Whip me." "Where do you want to be whipped, slut?"

"All over Master. Whip my whole body, Master." " Where exactly, slut?"

"My back, Master, and my ass." "Show me." She turned and knelt face

down, her gorgeous tanned ass spread toward me. "See, Master? Whip my

back and my ass." "Where else?" "My legs. You see my legs, Master." She

stretched her legs out straight, raising her ass high in the air with

her face still to the floor. "And my feet. Whip my feet." She dropped

back to her knees and kicked her feet behind her. "Very good, slave. And

the other side?"

She turned back around to face me and cupped her breasts in her bound

hands. "My tits, Master. Whip my tits hard." I still have not met a

woman who can enjoy, or even tolerate, as much breast pain as she did.

"And my belly, Master. Whip my belly and my thighs." She ran her hands

slowly up and down her body. "And, Master, please, please whip my cunt."

She leaned all the way back, her head to the floor. Her spread thighs

opened her sex wide. "Whip my cunt, Master." She spread her cunt lips

with her fingers. "Whip my cunt. See, I'll spread it for you, so you can

whip it inside." "If you want it so badly, of course I'll whip you."

"Yes, Master, I beg you, Master." "From your neck to your toes."

"Please, Master." "Let's see . . . We'll need the eighteen inch and

thirty inch spreader bars, the red ball, and the Ace bandage for a

blindfold. Bring them to me." She swung forward, touched her forehead to

the floor and started to rise. "Crawl," I said. She dropped back to her

hands and knees and crawled to the toys she had arranged so neatly in

the floor. She crawled directly away from me, making sure that I again

had the best possible view of her asshole and shaved cunt. She looped

the blindfold, a four inch by five foot strip of stretch fabric, loosely

around her neck and gathered the bars and ball in her hands. Grasping

the ball in one hand and the bars in both, she tried to turn on her

knees and knuckles to return. She dropped the ball three times before

she got turned all the way around. It was just too big to grasp along

with the bars and try to knuckle walk as well. "If you can't carry that

ball, I guess you'll just have to wear it." "Please, no, Master."

"What was that?" "Please, Master. I know I'll have to wear it, but not

so soon. Please," she whined. "What, slut? I've had an awfully long day

and . . . "

"Yes, Master. If it pleases you, Master," she acquiesced with a tone

that meant "If you insist, Master, but I won't like it." She grabbed the

red rubber ball in one hand and forced it slowly into her mouth. If the

penis was her most favorite gag, this was her least. It was just

slightly smaller than a tennis ball. She said it made her jaws sore.

Once it passed her teeth, she was unable to push it out with her tongue.

It could be pulled out with difficulty, but it easily stayed in without

a strap. I could see a large circle of red rubber between her open lips

and teeth. "Much better."

"Unnh, unnh." She shook her head. "Well, bring them here." She crawled

to me on knuckles and knees. Again kneeling by my feet, she handed me

the bars and blindfold. "Thank you, cunt." I set them on the sofa beside

me. "I'll also need about three feet of chain and the little rope whip.

Go." She bowed to the floor and turned on her knees to crawl back across

the room. "On your belly, slave." She dropped to the floor and squirmed

the remaining six feet to the array of goodies. Face down, she pulled a

chain and the whip to her. Chain in one hand and whip in the other, she

writhed back to me across the carpet with exquisite slowness. She again

positioned herself at my feet and handed me the whip and chain. I set

the chain aside and flicked the whip at her left tit. "Unh." She barely

flinched away from the blow. It wasn't much, as whips go, just four

two-foot strands of nylon cord with knotted ends and a coiled cord

handle. It stung more than anything else, but it did sting, a lot. With

it I really could punish her until my arms grew tired without doing any

lasting damage, but she'd certainly know she'd been whipped. "Stand."

She rose gracefully to her feet. I grabbed the ring on the front of her

collar and pulled her near the middle of the room under a hook mounted

in the ceiling. A previous tenant had apparently hung a swag lamp from

that hook, but it was perfect for our purposes as well. I removed the

chain from between her wrists, then clipped the screw eyes at each end

of the shorter bar to her wrist cuffs. I attached the chain to the

ceiling hook and clipped it to another eye in the middle of the bar. She

stood with her hands held above her head, eighteen inches apart. I

briefly freed her ankles and attached the longer spreader bar to the

ankle cuffs. Her feet were forced far apart by the bar. She stood flat

footed and could flex her knees just slightly. I could reach every bit

of her with the whip, except the soles of her feet. I folded the strip

of spandex in half lengthwise, wrapped it around her head, covering her

eyes, and tied it behind her head. "Ready, slut?" I brushed my hand

gently along the curve of her breast and down her side to her hip. Her

skin felt like silk beneath my fingertips. "Unh hunh," she nodded. She

would have no clue to the whip's blows except for the sound of my voice

and my footsteps and maybe, just maybe, the whistle of the whip as it

swung toward her. "Ten quick ones to start." I stood behind her. She

braced herself for blows to her back. Her hands searched for something

to hold onto, but, cruelly, even the spreader bar was unreachable the

way it was clipped to her cuffs. I swung at her back ten times, hard and

fast. She recoiled from each blow, arching forward, away from me. She

grunted softly with each stroke. A fine tracery of faint red lines

crossed her back from hips to shoulder blades. "Okay?"

"Hummnh." She nodded rapidly. I alternated the next eight strokes across

the backs of her legs, left, right, left, right. She hopped from foot to

foot, as if trying to avoid the blows after they had struck. I aimed the

next stroke straight up between her spread ass cheeks. The knotted cords

wrapped underneath and certainly struck her bare lower lips. She popped

up onto her toes, straining against the wrist cuffs, then sank slowly

back down. I walked around in front of her. She had started to sweat and

a thin trail of drool appeared at one corner of her mouth. "You like

this, don't you?"

She rocked her head from side to side, as if to say "I don't, but I do."

"If you're that noncommittal, we could just forget it right now. I'm

sure you'll still be here in the morning." "HHNNNNH! HHHNNNNH!" she

shook her head violently. "More, then?"

"Nnnhunnh, nnnhunnh!" she nodded with enthusiasm. I aimed five strokes

at each flank; first her left hip and thigh, then her right. She turned

her face up to the ceiling and pulled hard on the wrist cuffs. That

quiet grunt with each stroke was the only sound she made. I dropped the

whip and kneeled down between her spread legs. I ran a finger through

the slit of her sex. It came away very wet. "You ARE enjoying this."

"Nnhnnnh." She nodded again.

I spread the lips of her vulva with my fingers and gently licked her

clit. She rocked forward to meet my mouth and pressed hard against my

face. She moaned softly through the gag. I licked and sucked and stroked

and nibbled her cunt and thighs until she tensed slightly and flexed up

onto her toes. She was about to cum. I stopped.

I picked up the whip and swung for the spot my lips had just left:

inside her right thigh. "HHNNNNHH." By the fifth blow, she had pulled

herself completely off the floor. She was sweating heavily now and more

than a little red in the face. Her breath hissed explosively in and out

of her nose, her mouth totally sealed by the massive ball. I aimed five

more strokes at each thigh, then five straight up at her clit, rosy and

glistening with sweat and sexual juices as it peeked out between her

bare spread lips. "HHNNNNHH, HHNNNNHH, HHNNNNHH, HHNNNNHH." Her neck and

arms tensed as each stroke landed. She lifted herself closer and closer

to the ceiling. She threw her head back, held the deepest breath she

could draw and hung motionless, swinging from the ceiling, her face

drawn up almost between her hands. Again I stopped. She slowly lowered

herself back to stand flat footed on the floor. "Good thing that hook is

anchored in concrete." I said. "You came?" It wasn't really a question.

"Unh hunh," she nodded. "Nnnnnhhhh." That sounded like a moan of

pleasure. "Ready to go again?" I picked up my champagne glass, took a

sip. "Nnnhh, Nnnhh." She shook her head slowly. Her head drooped to her

chest. "After a rest?"

"Unh hunh," she nodded, with some enthusiasm. "Fine." I went to the

bathroom and wet a hand towel. I brought the damp towel and a bath towel

back to the living room. I gently rubbed her down with the damp towel to

cool her off. I wiped off the drool that streamed down her chin and

throat, Then I dried her. "Nnhh, nnyhh."

"What?" "Nnhh, nnyhh." "Thank you?" "Nnhh, nnyhh." She nodded

vigorously. Except for the whip marks, she was no longer red. Her normal

tanned color had returned to her nude body. She remained gagged and

blindfolded, forced to stand, arms and legs separated by the wooden

spreader bars. "Would you like some champagne?"

"Unh hunh, unh hunh," she nodded. I reached into her mouth, grabbing the

red ball with finger and thumb and slowly pulled it across her teeth and

out. I wiped off the saliva soaked ball and set it aside. "Thank you,

Master. Thank you so much. My jaws are sore. My mouth is so dry." "Would

you like some champagne?"

"If it pleases you, Master." I tipped the glass to her lips. She drank

greedily, emptying the glass in a few seconds. "Thank you, Master. I

feel much better now."

"You came from the whipping?" "Yes . . . and your mouth, Master." "What

was that like?" "Devastating, Master." "You enjoyed it, then?" "Well,

no, not enjoyed. It...it..I can't explain..." She paused and turned her

face down, as if her blindfolded eyes were looking at a spot on the

floor. After a few seconds, her head turned up at me. She smiled. "Yes.

I enjoyed it immensely. There aren't any other words I can think of."

"Ready to go again?" "Yes, I guess I am." Her smile twisted up to one

side.

"You know, you're EVIL" "How's that, slave?" I almost laughed. I swung

the whip near her legs. "Doing these awful things to me . . . and making

me like it." "I bet you say that to all the boys." "Noooo." She would

have stamped her feet if she could. I kissed her mouth hard and deep.

One hand slid down to envelope her vulva, the other around and down the

slit of her ass. I slowly pushed two fingers into her vagina and one

into her asshole. She pushed against my fingers as much as she could.

"You're just gonna love the plans I've got for those two holes," I

teased, breaking the kiss. "What are you going to do?"

"That's for tomorrow. I'll let you know soon enough." "Meany." "You

watch your mouth." "What're you gonna do? Whip me?" "As a matter of fact

. . . " I swung hard, forehand and backhand across her breasts. "Ooww,

yeeoow. Oooooooo. I guess you are." Her face relaxed from a grimace of

pain, her smile slowly returning. "Ready for round two?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." I picked up the big rubber ball off the stereo

stand and tossed it from hand to hand. "Do you have to put that back in?"

"Can't have you disturbing the neighbors." "I'll be quiet, I promise."

"You know better than that." "Yeah, I guess you're right." "Now, ask

nicely for the ball." She crinkled her nose with distaste. "Master, will

you put the ball in my mouth," she mumbled rapidly. "What, slut?" She

paused for a moment, took in a deep breath and said, "Master, please put

the ball back in my mouth. I know I'll be a bad slave and make a lot of

noise without it. Please put the ball back in my mouth, Master." She

opened her mouth wide to receive the ball. I put one hand behind her

head and the other in front of the ball and pushed it back into her

waiting mouth. I ran my tongue around the "O" of her parted lips,

nibbled gently on her chin. Again, I started from behind her. Five

strokes quickly behind her left knee. With each lash, her left foot

lifted higher and higher off the floor, twisting the link on her ankle

cuff around the eyelet on the end of the wooden spreader bar. "Hold your

foot there. Point the toe."

"Nnnhh nnnhh." She shook her head and quickly lowered her foot to the

floor. She guessed what was coming. "Raise your foot and point the toes."

"Nnnhh nnnhh." Five more lashes landed behind her knee. Still, she

barely grunted as each blow fell. "Raise your foot and point the toes."

This time she complied. Her left foot swung up at the end of the

spreader bar. "Just five on each sole. You count." The whip swept down,

landed, the knotted ends wrapping around her instep. Her foot swung back

to the floor. "Nnuunnh" She swung her foot back up. "Okay, one."

Swish. "Nnnuooo" "Two" Swish. "Nnnehh" "Three." Swish. "Nnnnhhhh"

"Four." Swish. "Nnnniiuuhhh, nnniiuuhh." "Five. Good, slut. Now the

other one." "Nnnhh nnnhh." She shook her head vigorously. "We've been

through this before." "Nnnhh nnnhh." Shaking her head again. With her,

it was often hard to tell if she were really objecting to a punishment,

or simply playing a game with pain. We had established "safewords," or

in this case a safe sound pattern, but she never once used any of them.

I planted five quick strokes behind her right knee. Her right foot

slowly swung up behind her, the toes pointed straight out. "Count."

Again her foot swung down to the floor and quickly back up into place

after each stroke. Her muffled counting was the only sound she made.

"Nnnniiuuhhh, nnniiuuhh," she again counted five. Her body was drenched

with sweat and her face was red. She rocked back and forth from her

heels to the balls of her feet, as if trying to wring every bit of

sensation from her stinging soles. "Are you okay?" "Nnnhh, nnnhh." She

nodded slowly I started at her ankles and methodically worked my way up

each side of her body with the whip, alternating sides every ten strokes

or so. Her grunting with each blow gradually changed to a continuous low

moan. I stopped counting the strokes somewhere above her knees. The

total was already well over a hundred. When I reached her rib cage, I

slowed and carefully placed each stroke, making sure that most wrapped

around to sting her nipples. I paid special attention to her sensitive

underarms. "NnnnhhNNNNNnnnnhhNNNNNnnnnnhhNNNNN." Her moaning now rose

and fell with as each stroke landed. I placed several hard swipes to

wrap around her breasts and again dropped the whip. Pressing my body

against her back, I wrapped both hands around her and plunged my fingers

into her hot, streaming cunt. She pressed hard back against me, clamped

between my arms and body. I massaged gently, hard, gently, hard, until I

felt the muscles of her vagina begin to clamp down. Her body tensed. She

rocked forward onto her toes. Another orgasm was about to begin. Her low

moaning never stopped. I pulled my hands away, backed completely away

from her. Picking up the whip, I swung up into her crotch from behind.

Her moan rose to its highest level, peaked and held. I swung again and

again, until her arms clenched tight and she once more lifted herself,

not completely off the floor, but to her tiptoes. One more stroke, her

body jerked, and she lowered herself slowly down. I quickly pulled the

ball from her mouth, set it on the stereo cabinet next to the turntable.

"That's two," she gasped. "How much more?"

"How much can you handle?" "More, Master. Much more." It was a hot night

and the apartment wasn't air conditioned. I had sweated through my

shirt. She glistened from head to toe. I stripped to cool off. Again I

brought a soaked towel from the bathroom and wiped her down. There was

no need to dry her this time. Her body heat took care of that. "More?

You're sure?" "Yes, Master. If it pleases you, Master."

"You don't know how much it pleases me. "I revelled in the power she had

given me. My excitement grew with hers as I drove he again and again

into that space where pain and pleasure meld into ecstasy. Her

blindfolded head turned to follow the sound of my voice as I crossed the

room to the displayed toys. I quickly found the item I needed. "How're

your jaws, slut?" "Sore, Master."

"But you're not complaining." "No, Master. I answered honestly, Master."

"Good, good. You should be happy about this, then." I held what we

called the "breather" gag, a two inch plastic ball on a leather strap.

There was a half inch round hole all the way through the ball. "Yes,

Master?"

"Open wide." She obediently opened her mouth. I pushed the much smaller

ball between her lips and buckled the strap behind her head. "Better?"

"Unnh, hhnnnhh." She nodded. I slowly ran my hand down her neck and

across her shoulders and breasts. I massaged her nipples with my palms.

"Do these still hurt?"

She silently shook her head. "Are they sore?" She paused, thinking, then

nodded slowly. I took one nipple into my mouth, licked gently, sucked

gently, then did the same to the other. Her nipples were hard and fleshy

cylinders in my mouth, warm and salty. "Feel good?"

"Unnh, hhnnnhh." She nodded slowly. Her body relaxed and her head rocked

back. "Should I whip them?"

"Unnh, hhnnnhh." She nodded again, more vigorously, then her head rocked

back again. "Don't get too relaxed." I barely nipped her left nipple

with my teeth. She jerked slightly, then relaxed again. I stepped away

from her and picked up the whip. Round three was to finish the evening.

Her head slowly came upright and she faced me as if looking at me

through the blindfold. She tensed slightly, anticipating the first

stroke. I swung for her belly, not her breasts, as I'm sure she

expected. She recoiled slightly with that stroke and the next and each

of the next twenty. Her moaning began again, steady and louder now that

her mouth was less effectively plugged. I had promised her a full body

whipping and she would have expected no less. I crisscrossed her thighs

with lashes and her shins down to her ankles. Only then did I move up to

her breasts. I carefully aimed each blow to cross her already abused

nipples. I swung easy, then hard. I swung from above and below and from

both sides, working all around each tit.

"NnnnhhNNNNNnnnnhhNNNNNnnnnnhhNNNNN." Her moans again were punctuated at

each stroke. Then, after five hard swings straight at each nipple, the

moan broke up into sobs. She inhaled and exhaled explosively, gasping

through the hole in the gag. Leaving her breasts, I swung a final five

blows straight up at her clit and dropped the whip. She stood gasping

and quaking in her bonds, bouncing on her heals and rocking forward and

back. She trembled from head to toe. I unfastened the buckle behind her

head and pulled the gag from her mouth, dropped it on the floor. Her

sobbing grew barely louder, though her mouth was now free. "Okay?" I

asked. "Yes, Master, I'm fine," she forced out between sobs. "You're

sure?" "Yes, Master, I feel wonderful," she still sobbed. I put my arms

around her and pressed my naked body to hers in a full body hug. She

pushed toward me in her bonds. I rubbed her ass gently in my hands and

kissed her neck and cheek. Her trembling gradually subsided. "You like

this too," she said, rubbing her belly against my erect penis. I knelt

and unfastened the bar holding her ankles apart. I reconnected the chain

between them. As I rose, I ran my tongue up the slit between her legs.

"Oooohh." She shuddered slightly. I licked again. Another shudder,

stronger. I rose to my feet. "Aaahhh, no. More, please, Master." "Save

something for me," I teased. "Everything for you, Master." I released

her wrist cuffs from the overhead bar. Her knees buckled and she slumped

slowly to the floor. "I thought you said you were okay."

"Okay? Yes," she said dreamily. "Weak . . . saturated." Her lips and

tongue found my ankles, then slid up the inside of my leg. She wrapped

her arms around my legs to steady herself as she rose. She took one

testicle, then the other into her mouth, sucking gently, then ran her

tongue up the underside of my penis to the tip, before plunging it into

her mouth. I pulled her hands loose from their clenched grasp on the

backs of my thighs and held them together over her head. I reconnected

the twelve inch chain between them. Her mouth moved slowly, rhythmically

up and down on my penis. She pulled off the end, ran her tongue up one

side, across the tip and down the other. I released her hands and she

slumped slightly to one side, barely able to keep her balance, even

kneeling as she was. Reaching under her arms, I pulled her to her feet

and held her out from me. I pulled her to me and led her, leaning

against my side, gradually into the bedroom. It was almost eleven. Her

whipping had lasted two and a half hours. She lay down on her right side

and pulled her knees up, wrapping her chained hands around them. I slid

into bed behind her. I guided my penis into her from the rear. Reaching

around her, I grasped one tit in each hand and gently rolled the nipples

between thumb and finger. She gasped slightly when I first fondled her

nipples, then relaxed, slowly rocking her hips forward and back as I

thrust into her. The climax I had postponed all evening came quickly. I

pulled her hard to me as I came. She arched her back and growled, ground

her hips against me. We came together, then collapsed. "Three," she

whispered. I was still inside her as we drifted off to sleep. Her wrists

and ankles were cuffed and chained. The blindfold still covered her eyes.