Its true, I've always had an interest in the world of domination.
I tapped into the cold water supply running across the ceiling and attached a length of flexible pipe and a showerhead. This would allow me to hose
Down both the floor of the cellar and my slave in order to keep her clean should she be confined to the cell for any length of time. Turning it on by the tap I had installed I found it to be surprisingly powerful, and I was forced to hold the hose with both hands in order to stop it slipping from my grasp. The soak-away in the corner of the room seemed capable of draining the water, although it began to back up after a few minutes
My final check was to plug in my portable stereo in the cellar and crank the volume up till the music began to hurt my ears. Leaving it running, I made my way back up the stairs to my living room and out of the house. Perfect.
In my living room I was just able to discern the sound of the music faintly through the thick floor, but outside it was completely inaudible.
Satisfied that everything was as it should be, I rang Debbie with her instructions.
The two-week period was over the following night, and I instructed her to come to my house in the early evening, bringing nothing other than the clothes she was wearing.
I also told her to ensure that all necessary arrangements had been made; as this was the last night she would be able to enjoy her freedom.
I also asked her to ensure that she had removed all body hair.
She reassured me that such arrangements had been, made, and her friends and relatives had all been told that she was taking a year off to go traveling.
As I replaced the phone on its receiver I knew I would have difficulty in sleeping that night.
And so the moment arrived. With bated breath I walked the short distance to the front door and opened it to find a meek looking Debbie on my front step. As promised she wasn't carrying any luggage, and was dressed simply in tight jeans and t-shirt, the t-shirt tucked firmly into the waistband, outlining her pert breast through the flimsy material.
I caught my breath as I realized how soon I would be seeing her young body in the flesh for the first time.
Nervously she entered my house and stood in the center of the floor, tentatively offering the completed contract for my perusal. I could see she had probably agonized over his moment for some considerable time. She almost looked relieved to be handing over the contract, having finally made a definite decision
"You do realize what you are doing" I said, softly "If you want to back out, there's still time"
"I understand," she replied "And I'm not completely sure what I'm letting myself in for, I can't be, I've never tried this before, I just know I'd regret not doing it for the rest of my life." I nodded, and leaving her stood in the center of the floor I took a seat by the fire.
"We'd better establish a few preliminary ground rules, " I said trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.
"From this moment, you may only address me as Sir or Master." She nodded, surprised at the new note of command in my voice and the expectant look on my face hurriedly added "Yes, sir"
The words sounded strange, almost comical, but the seriousness of the situation prevented either of us from smiling.
"You must lower you eyes when in my presence"
"Yes Sir"
"You must obey my ever instruction unquestionably"
"Yes sir"
I stared at her for a moment and she lowered her gaze to the floor, her hands hanging limp by her sides.
"Undress!" I barked suddenly.
She looked up momentarily, a sudden look of misgiving in her eyes, but lowered them again as she saw the black look on my face
"Here? Now?" she inquired timidly.
I sighed
"Have we not just covered this?" I said, a note of irritation creeping into my voice. "You are to obey my every command! As my slave you are certainly not allowed the privilege of privacy or modesty!"
I could see it was difficult for her. I had never seen her completely naked, and I suppose there were only a handful of men who had had that pleasure. I'm sure she had never taken her clothes off for a man without a large amount of Dutch courage in her at any rate.
This was the first and most difficult step, and we both knew it.
Blushing a deep shade of red, she began to hesitantly remove her t-shirt, slipping it self-consciously from her arms revealing her white lace bra. She fiddled with the button fly of her jeans, stalling for time, before reluctantly pulling them down to her ankles and stepping out of both her slip-on shoes and crumpled denims at the same time.
She stood up in her white lace underwear, cradling her chest in her arms, her face almost purple with embarrassment and shame.
"It would seem we have a small problem in obeying instruction," I uttered as I walked to wards her, a pair of steel cuffs swinging from one hand. She looked puzzled
"I expect you to obey my instructions to the letter"
I began to fetter her hands in front of her body, closing the hasp of the cuffs with an ominous click
"I asked you to undress, completely!"
"I'm sorry, it's just…" Her voice tailed off as she realized she was again speaking out of turn.
I began escorting her to the cellar steps, she bowed her head slightly to enter the small entrance that lay under the stairs and she began the descent into her new home.
As I switched the light on she gasped audibly.
I had surpassed my self in the construction of her prison, ensuring that no item had been overlooked. It was Spartan in the extreme, with only steel hoops and a selection of whips to break up the gray concrete of the walls. I had carried a small, solidly built wooden table down there as an after thought. The fact that two of its legs had been sawn off short, forcing the thick table top to lay at an angle, and the leather straps adorning its sides gave its function away immediately.
The only source of warmth in the dungeon, for that is effectively what it had become, was the heat that seeped down from the rest of the house, and as heat rises, this was precious little indeed. I could fell the goose bumps on her upper arm as I guided her to the center of the floor to stand reluctantly below one of the rings I had cemented into the ceiling.
She shivered slightly under my firm grip, partially through anticipation, partially due to the temperature. I wondered how long it would take her to become accustomed to the cold.
Selecting a large padlock from the wall, I linked it through the connecting chain of her cuffs and then through the hoop in the ceiling, grunting slightly as I pulled her arms away from their protective position across her chest and over her head, forcing her to stand on the balls of her feet to prevent the steel digging into the delicate flesh around her wrists.
I then pushed her legs apart, hearing her wince as her wrist took yet more of her weight, and secured a three foot iron bar between her outspread legs. Clicking the ankle cuffs home, I stood up to address my new slave.
"You were told to strip, and as well as questioning me, you had the audacity to only partially remove your clothes" Her eyes opened wide in surprise and fear. She had never been put in such a vulnerable position or spoke to in such an authoritative or abrupt manner.
"As part of your initiation into slavery, I had every intention of beating you most severely anyway as a warning against future potential transgression but you have given me an excellent excuse." I was even surprising myself by the way I had automatically fallen into the role of her master.
She trembled slightly as I ran my palm around the contours of her shapely behind, still encased in clinging lace material.
Running my hand yet further round, relishing in the warmth of her smooth skin, and the fact that she was physically unable to stop my intrusive exploration, I smiled as I felt the warmth of her sex through the slightly damp gusset, as I realized that she was becoming turned on by her position of forced vulnerability.
She squirmed in embarrassment to try and avoid the touch of my hand,
"Tut, tut" I clucked, it seems you are intent upon angering me."
I leisurely walked to my selection of whips and pondered for a while, before picking a particularly vicious looking instrument made with long strips of thick leather hide.
As I looked over, she opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again, unsure of what she could possibly say that might allow her to escape the inevitable pain I was about to inflict.
Walking behind her, with the whip tucked under my arm, I released the sharp blade from my penknife and slid it carefully through the shoulder straps of her bra. Unclipping the clasp, I allowed the lacy material to slide gracefully to the floor, stark against the harsh gray concrete floor.
I repeated the operation across the hips of her panties, and walked back round to the front of my slave to survey my property.
She was even prettier naked than I could have imagined.
Her head was bowed as instructed, and she panted slightly with the exertion of keeping the weight off her wrists, her light brown hair falling in waves across her pert firm exposed breasts.
The cold had puckered her small pink nipples into hard beads, and as I watched they rose and fell with her labored breathing.
Her tanned flat smooth midriff splayed out to wide sensuous hips, at the center of which lay the prize. The epicenter of her sexuality, and the part of her body that she had fiercely protected, until now.
She had shaved thoroughly prior to her arrival, and her partially spread limbs revealed the lips of her sex, glistening slightly with wet expectancy. She squirmed slightly under my gaze, mortified at her blatant arousal under these conditions
To her horror, I pushed the thin, blunt end of the whip handle between her lips, parting them yet further, revealing her small, protruding clitoris, red and engorged, begging for further stimulation.
Having inspected my slave, and finding everything as I had hoped, I dragged my focus back to the matter in hand, her punishment for earlier transgressions.
"Have you ever been hit with one of these?" I asked, allowing the stiff leather thongs to fall across her quivering buttocks."
She shook her head
"Shame, it may have given you an idea of what to expect. Still, no matter, you'll soon learn.
It was then that I was pleased I had checked the amount of sound that filtered up from my cellar, for as I delivered the first stroke; she let out a scream of such intensity that it hurt my ears
"Please no!!!, I didn't realize!!! Not again!!!…"
"Have some dignity!" I reproached as I delivered another sting blow, harder this time.
This time she wasn't able to scream, as she had used all her breath on the first one. Instead she opened her mouth noiselessly, her eyes wide with pain at the shock of the onslaught.
Sensing my advantage I let another loose, aiming more carefully, directing the fronds to the underside of her buttocks, where they cruelly wrapped around her inner thigh, a few of the longer ones actually coming into contact with her sensitive labia.
She had begun to groan, the pain in her wrist forgotten she slumped forward in her bonds
"Stop... I cant…you bast…" I cut her short with a sting blow, this time tracing a line of fire directly across the center of her buttocks. The chains rattled as she desperately tried to break free.
"Do you think that perhaps now you will learn to obey me?" I inquired, gently feeling the raised welt I had just created across her backside.
"Let me down.. It's too painful. I don't want…!" she gasped between breaths
Again I cut her off mid sentence
"Wrong Answer!"
Now I began to lay into her tortured buttocks in earnest, ignoring her screams and the rivulets of tears that were now coursing freely down her cheeks.
To add variety, I directed a couple of particularly punishing blows to her breasts, the second strike landing squarely across her right nipple.
Upon this stroke her head jerked back and her eyes opened wide. If the pain of being whipped across the buttocks had been unimaginably painful, this was ten times worse. For a few seconds she actually stopped breathing all together, struggling violently against her cuffs all the time, desperate to apply her soothing touch to the angry read weal's that I had just created across her milky breasts and buttocks.
Sensing that I had made my point, I asked again
"Are you prepared to obey me now?"
At that moment she looked me directly in he eye, all her emotions tangled, tears wetting her cheeks and chest, fighting for breath. still suffering under the waves of pain emanating from her bruised flesh.
She had no option. She nodded reluctantly, willing to undergo any humiliation I deigned necessary, if it meant avoiding another earth shattering stroke from the cruel whip.
"Pardon, slave?" I questioned, wanting to hear her say it
"Yes sir," she sobbed
"Do you feel you have learned a lesson from your punishment?"
"Yes sir"
Cautiously, I unchained her hands from the ceiling, waiting for her to strike like trapped animal. I needn't have worried, her hands hung limply by her sides, longing to massage life back into her chaffed wrists, but frightened of incurring further punishment for doing so.
I pushed the handle of he whip under her chin and lifted her face to meet my gaze.
"Every time you disobey me I will beat you like that. I will beat you with the utmost severity for the slightest indiscretion is that understood?"
"Yes Sir" Despite all my warnings, she had not anticipated the severity of her experience and the pain of the lash had been all too real. I detected that there was a new note of respect in her voice.
"Now you may thank me for your lesson" I commanded," Would you like that?
"Yes sir" more enthusiastically now, her previous feelings of shame lost in her eagerness to please me in any way possible and prevent a repeat of the incredible pain she had just endured.
Pushing her head back down with the crop, and applying light pressure to her shoulder, she sank to her knees on the cold stone floor, quickly guessing the form that her thanks would take.
With shaking hands she unzipped my fly, tentatively pulling my semi-erect member from my trousers. With an almost imperceptible pause, during which a thousand thoughts must have flown through her mind she reluctantly
Opened her mouth and gently lowered her lips around my shaft, gently moving her head back and forth.
I was already in a state of considerable arousal and within the space of a few minutes my balls began to spasm and I felt the blessed relief of my seed emptying into her mouth.
With the facial expression of someone who has just bitten into a lemon, she withdrew from my satiated cock and wiped her hand across her semen-covered lips, forcing herself to swallow as she did so. It was then that remembered. She had told me during one drunken evening that she had NEVER given oral sex, and had no intentions of ever doing so as she found the thought of taking a mans member in her mouth repulsive in the extreme.
I smiled at the recollections she knelt quivering at my feet awaiting instruction, a stray globule of semen glistening on her chin as she replaced my now flaccid member back in my trousers.
"Thank you Master" she whispered, almost inaudibly. She was beginning to learn.
I un-cuffed her ankles and gently lifted her to her feet. Escorting her to the open door of her cell I led her inside.
"Perhaps we will do better tomorrow" I said, not unkindly, and gently stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. The sudden show of affection, contrasting with the violence of the previous whipping sent her into fits of sobs yet again.
"There, there" I comforted.
"I told you what to expect, didn't I?" She nodded dumbly, her eyes downcast.
Locking the door to her tiny cell securely I made my way up to my living room, before pouring myself a large congratulatory brandy and flopping on my sofa to watch some TV.
Then I remembered my camera.
Flicking to the appropriate channel, the black and white image of the prison came into view. Debbie lay on the cold unyielding floor of her cage in the foetal position, her legs tucked up against her chest to try and conserve what little warmth she could.
Between the tops of the backs of her thighs I could just make out her protruding sex, and even as I watched, her hands stole between her legs, cupping her sex, and began to gently massage her swollen, tender lips.
I smiled, transfixed. I had read that a severe whipping would invariably lead to intense, undeniable arousal as the pain of the weals began to fade and give way to a warm glow, and sipping my cognac from the warmth of my sofa, I was seeing the proof. I pressed the red record button on my VCR.
After only a few minutes, her hips began to buck, scraping her thigh against the rough concrete and her legs opened despite the chill to allow her hand better access.
It was the only stimulus she needed, and as her finger slid effortlessly into her swollen vagina, her face contorted, her pelvis spasmed as she orgasmed. Not the pleasant, warm cozy orgasms she had in the bath at home, as she gently soaped herself, but a powerful, gut wrenching surge of pleasure that lifted her lower body off the floor involuntarily and caused her to let out a long low guttural moan. For almost two minutes she writhed in this position, the glowing pain of the fresh stripes across her body contrasting with her venerable caged position and the urgent pulsing of her sex.
Finally the last wave of pleasure subsided and she returned to her previous position, curling up into a tight ball, oblivious to the fact that her entire performance was being observed and recorded upstairs.
I smiled, despite the interesting display; tomorrow she would have to learn that she was only permitted to orgasm under supervision.
I made my way up to my bed, lying warm and comfortable under the thick luxurious duvet, contemplating the next part of my curriculum.
I tapped into the cold water supply running across the ceiling and attached a length of flexible pipe and a showerhead. This would allow me to hose
Down both the floor of the cellar and my slave in order to keep her clean should she be confined to the cell for any length of time. Turning it on by the tap I had installed I found it to be surprisingly powerful, and I was forced to hold the hose with both hands in order to stop it slipping from my grasp. The soak-away in the corner of the room seemed capable of draining the water, although it began to back up after a few minutes
My final check was to plug in my portable stereo in the cellar and crank the volume up till the music began to hurt my ears. Leaving it running, I made my way back up the stairs to my living room and out of the house. Perfect.
In my living room I was just able to discern the sound of the music faintly through the thick floor, but outside it was completely inaudible.
Satisfied that everything was as it should be, I rang Debbie with her instructions.
The two-week period was over the following night, and I instructed her to come to my house in the early evening, bringing nothing other than the clothes she was wearing.
I also told her to ensure that all necessary arrangements had been made; as this was the last night she would be able to enjoy her freedom.
I also asked her to ensure that she had removed all body hair.
She reassured me that such arrangements had been, made, and her friends and relatives had all been told that she was taking a year off to go traveling.
As I replaced the phone on its receiver I knew I would have difficulty in sleeping that night.
And so the moment arrived. With bated breath I walked the short distance to the front door and opened it to find a meek looking Debbie on my front step. As promised she wasn't carrying any luggage, and was dressed simply in tight jeans and t-shirt, the t-shirt tucked firmly into the waistband, outlining her pert breast through the flimsy material.
I caught my breath as I realized how soon I would be seeing her young body in the flesh for the first time.
Nervously she entered my house and stood in the center of the floor, tentatively offering the completed contract for my perusal. I could see she had probably agonized over his moment for some considerable time. She almost looked relieved to be handing over the contract, having finally made a definite decision
"You do realize what you are doing" I said, softly "If you want to back out, there's still time"
"I understand," she replied "And I'm not completely sure what I'm letting myself in for, I can't be, I've never tried this before, I just know I'd regret not doing it for the rest of my life." I nodded, and leaving her stood in the center of the floor I took a seat by the fire.
"We'd better establish a few preliminary ground rules, " I said trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.
"From this moment, you may only address me as Sir or Master." She nodded, surprised at the new note of command in my voice and the expectant look on my face hurriedly added "Yes, sir"
The words sounded strange, almost comical, but the seriousness of the situation prevented either of us from smiling.
"You must lower you eyes when in my presence"
"Yes Sir"
"You must obey my ever instruction unquestionably"
"Yes sir"
I stared at her for a moment and she lowered her gaze to the floor, her hands hanging limp by her sides.
"Undress!" I barked suddenly.
She looked up momentarily, a sudden look of misgiving in her eyes, but lowered them again as she saw the black look on my face
"Here? Now?" she inquired timidly.
I sighed
"Have we not just covered this?" I said, a note of irritation creeping into my voice. "You are to obey my every command! As my slave you are certainly not allowed the privilege of privacy or modesty!"
I could see it was difficult for her. I had never seen her completely naked, and I suppose there were only a handful of men who had had that pleasure. I'm sure she had never taken her clothes off for a man without a large amount of Dutch courage in her at any rate.
This was the first and most difficult step, and we both knew it.
Blushing a deep shade of red, she began to hesitantly remove her t-shirt, slipping it self-consciously from her arms revealing her white lace bra. She fiddled with the button fly of her jeans, stalling for time, before reluctantly pulling them down to her ankles and stepping out of both her slip-on shoes and crumpled denims at the same time.
She stood up in her white lace underwear, cradling her chest in her arms, her face almost purple with embarrassment and shame.
"It would seem we have a small problem in obeying instruction," I uttered as I walked to wards her, a pair of steel cuffs swinging from one hand. She looked puzzled
"I expect you to obey my instructions to the letter"
I began to fetter her hands in front of her body, closing the hasp of the cuffs with an ominous click
"I asked you to undress, completely!"
"I'm sorry, it's just…" Her voice tailed off as she realized she was again speaking out of turn.
I began escorting her to the cellar steps, she bowed her head slightly to enter the small entrance that lay under the stairs and she began the descent into her new home.
As I switched the light on she gasped audibly.
I had surpassed my self in the construction of her prison, ensuring that no item had been overlooked. It was Spartan in the extreme, with only steel hoops and a selection of whips to break up the gray concrete of the walls. I had carried a small, solidly built wooden table down there as an after thought. The fact that two of its legs had been sawn off short, forcing the thick table top to lay at an angle, and the leather straps adorning its sides gave its function away immediately.
The only source of warmth in the dungeon, for that is effectively what it had become, was the heat that seeped down from the rest of the house, and as heat rises, this was precious little indeed. I could fell the goose bumps on her upper arm as I guided her to the center of the floor to stand reluctantly below one of the rings I had cemented into the ceiling.
She shivered slightly under my firm grip, partially through anticipation, partially due to the temperature. I wondered how long it would take her to become accustomed to the cold.
Selecting a large padlock from the wall, I linked it through the connecting chain of her cuffs and then through the hoop in the ceiling, grunting slightly as I pulled her arms away from their protective position across her chest and over her head, forcing her to stand on the balls of her feet to prevent the steel digging into the delicate flesh around her wrists.
I then pushed her legs apart, hearing her wince as her wrist took yet more of her weight, and secured a three foot iron bar between her outspread legs. Clicking the ankle cuffs home, I stood up to address my new slave.
"You were told to strip, and as well as questioning me, you had the audacity to only partially remove your clothes" Her eyes opened wide in surprise and fear. She had never been put in such a vulnerable position or spoke to in such an authoritative or abrupt manner.
"As part of your initiation into slavery, I had every intention of beating you most severely anyway as a warning against future potential transgression but you have given me an excellent excuse." I was even surprising myself by the way I had automatically fallen into the role of her master.
She trembled slightly as I ran my palm around the contours of her shapely behind, still encased in clinging lace material.
Running my hand yet further round, relishing in the warmth of her smooth skin, and the fact that she was physically unable to stop my intrusive exploration, I smiled as I felt the warmth of her sex through the slightly damp gusset, as I realized that she was becoming turned on by her position of forced vulnerability.
She squirmed in embarrassment to try and avoid the touch of my hand,
"Tut, tut" I clucked, it seems you are intent upon angering me."
I leisurely walked to my selection of whips and pondered for a while, before picking a particularly vicious looking instrument made with long strips of thick leather hide.
As I looked over, she opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again, unsure of what she could possibly say that might allow her to escape the inevitable pain I was about to inflict.
Walking behind her, with the whip tucked under my arm, I released the sharp blade from my penknife and slid it carefully through the shoulder straps of her bra. Unclipping the clasp, I allowed the lacy material to slide gracefully to the floor, stark against the harsh gray concrete floor.
I repeated the operation across the hips of her panties, and walked back round to the front of my slave to survey my property.
She was even prettier naked than I could have imagined.
Her head was bowed as instructed, and she panted slightly with the exertion of keeping the weight off her wrists, her light brown hair falling in waves across her pert firm exposed breasts.
The cold had puckered her small pink nipples into hard beads, and as I watched they rose and fell with her labored breathing.
Her tanned flat smooth midriff splayed out to wide sensuous hips, at the center of which lay the prize. The epicenter of her sexuality, and the part of her body that she had fiercely protected, until now.
She had shaved thoroughly prior to her arrival, and her partially spread limbs revealed the lips of her sex, glistening slightly with wet expectancy. She squirmed slightly under my gaze, mortified at her blatant arousal under these conditions
To her horror, I pushed the thin, blunt end of the whip handle between her lips, parting them yet further, revealing her small, protruding clitoris, red and engorged, begging for further stimulation.
Having inspected my slave, and finding everything as I had hoped, I dragged my focus back to the matter in hand, her punishment for earlier transgressions.
"Have you ever been hit with one of these?" I asked, allowing the stiff leather thongs to fall across her quivering buttocks."
She shook her head
"Shame, it may have given you an idea of what to expect. Still, no matter, you'll soon learn.
It was then that I was pleased I had checked the amount of sound that filtered up from my cellar, for as I delivered the first stroke; she let out a scream of such intensity that it hurt my ears
"Please no!!!, I didn't realize!!! Not again!!!…"
"Have some dignity!" I reproached as I delivered another sting blow, harder this time.
This time she wasn't able to scream, as she had used all her breath on the first one. Instead she opened her mouth noiselessly, her eyes wide with pain at the shock of the onslaught.
Sensing my advantage I let another loose, aiming more carefully, directing the fronds to the underside of her buttocks, where they cruelly wrapped around her inner thigh, a few of the longer ones actually coming into contact with her sensitive labia.
She had begun to groan, the pain in her wrist forgotten she slumped forward in her bonds
"Stop... I cant…you bast…" I cut her short with a sting blow, this time tracing a line of fire directly across the center of her buttocks. The chains rattled as she desperately tried to break free.
"Do you think that perhaps now you will learn to obey me?" I inquired, gently feeling the raised welt I had just created across her backside.
"Let me down.. It's too painful. I don't want…!" she gasped between breaths
Again I cut her off mid sentence
"Wrong Answer!"
Now I began to lay into her tortured buttocks in earnest, ignoring her screams and the rivulets of tears that were now coursing freely down her cheeks.
To add variety, I directed a couple of particularly punishing blows to her breasts, the second strike landing squarely across her right nipple.
Upon this stroke her head jerked back and her eyes opened wide. If the pain of being whipped across the buttocks had been unimaginably painful, this was ten times worse. For a few seconds she actually stopped breathing all together, struggling violently against her cuffs all the time, desperate to apply her soothing touch to the angry read weal's that I had just created across her milky breasts and buttocks.
Sensing that I had made my point, I asked again
"Are you prepared to obey me now?"
At that moment she looked me directly in he eye, all her emotions tangled, tears wetting her cheeks and chest, fighting for breath. still suffering under the waves of pain emanating from her bruised flesh.
She had no option. She nodded reluctantly, willing to undergo any humiliation I deigned necessary, if it meant avoiding another earth shattering stroke from the cruel whip.
"Pardon, slave?" I questioned, wanting to hear her say it
"Yes sir," she sobbed
"Do you feel you have learned a lesson from your punishment?"
"Yes sir"
Cautiously, I unchained her hands from the ceiling, waiting for her to strike like trapped animal. I needn't have worried, her hands hung limply by her sides, longing to massage life back into her chaffed wrists, but frightened of incurring further punishment for doing so.
I pushed the handle of he whip under her chin and lifted her face to meet my gaze.
"Every time you disobey me I will beat you like that. I will beat you with the utmost severity for the slightest indiscretion is that understood?"
"Yes Sir" Despite all my warnings, she had not anticipated the severity of her experience and the pain of the lash had been all too real. I detected that there was a new note of respect in her voice.
"Now you may thank me for your lesson" I commanded," Would you like that?
"Yes sir" more enthusiastically now, her previous feelings of shame lost in her eagerness to please me in any way possible and prevent a repeat of the incredible pain she had just endured.
Pushing her head back down with the crop, and applying light pressure to her shoulder, she sank to her knees on the cold stone floor, quickly guessing the form that her thanks would take.
With shaking hands she unzipped my fly, tentatively pulling my semi-erect member from my trousers. With an almost imperceptible pause, during which a thousand thoughts must have flown through her mind she reluctantly
Opened her mouth and gently lowered her lips around my shaft, gently moving her head back and forth.
I was already in a state of considerable arousal and within the space of a few minutes my balls began to spasm and I felt the blessed relief of my seed emptying into her mouth.
With the facial expression of someone who has just bitten into a lemon, she withdrew from my satiated cock and wiped her hand across her semen-covered lips, forcing herself to swallow as she did so. It was then that remembered. She had told me during one drunken evening that she had NEVER given oral sex, and had no intentions of ever doing so as she found the thought of taking a mans member in her mouth repulsive in the extreme.
I smiled at the recollections she knelt quivering at my feet awaiting instruction, a stray globule of semen glistening on her chin as she replaced my now flaccid member back in my trousers.
"Thank you Master" she whispered, almost inaudibly. She was beginning to learn.
I un-cuffed her ankles and gently lifted her to her feet. Escorting her to the open door of her cell I led her inside.
"Perhaps we will do better tomorrow" I said, not unkindly, and gently stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. The sudden show of affection, contrasting with the violence of the previous whipping sent her into fits of sobs yet again.
"There, there" I comforted.
"I told you what to expect, didn't I?" She nodded dumbly, her eyes downcast.
Locking the door to her tiny cell securely I made my way up to my living room, before pouring myself a large congratulatory brandy and flopping on my sofa to watch some TV.
Then I remembered my camera.
Flicking to the appropriate channel, the black and white image of the prison came into view. Debbie lay on the cold unyielding floor of her cage in the foetal position, her legs tucked up against her chest to try and conserve what little warmth she could.
Between the tops of the backs of her thighs I could just make out her protruding sex, and even as I watched, her hands stole between her legs, cupping her sex, and began to gently massage her swollen, tender lips.
I smiled, transfixed. I had read that a severe whipping would invariably lead to intense, undeniable arousal as the pain of the weals began to fade and give way to a warm glow, and sipping my cognac from the warmth of my sofa, I was seeing the proof. I pressed the red record button on my VCR.
After only a few minutes, her hips began to buck, scraping her thigh against the rough concrete and her legs opened despite the chill to allow her hand better access.
It was the only stimulus she needed, and as her finger slid effortlessly into her swollen vagina, her face contorted, her pelvis spasmed as she orgasmed. Not the pleasant, warm cozy orgasms she had in the bath at home, as she gently soaped herself, but a powerful, gut wrenching surge of pleasure that lifted her lower body off the floor involuntarily and caused her to let out a long low guttural moan. For almost two minutes she writhed in this position, the glowing pain of the fresh stripes across her body contrasting with her venerable caged position and the urgent pulsing of her sex.
Finally the last wave of pleasure subsided and she returned to her previous position, curling up into a tight ball, oblivious to the fact that her entire performance was being observed and recorded upstairs.
I smiled, despite the interesting display; tomorrow she would have to learn that she was only permitted to orgasm under supervision.
I made my way up to my bed, lying warm and comfortable under the thick luxurious duvet, contemplating the next part of my curriculum.
