Violet screamed the second that she felt the spikes cutting into her body, but it was not until she opened her eyes, and took in her immediate surroundings, that she was even more scared. Even as her body was shaking, she could feel the spikes cutting.
She was in some kind of castle room, bound to a long pole.
The pole had spikes running along it, and her naked body had been thrust forward against it, her arms and legs bound with leather straps so that she couldn't even try to pull away. Every breath she took brought her more pain.
Then, she could feel the way the spikes were starting to cut into the flesh between her legs, and she remembered the man who had brought her home that night.
He had picked her up at a bar, and he had told her that he'd show her one of the greatest times that she could imagine.
Tears began to stream from her light blue eyes, and as she heard footsteps, she turned her head and felt her long red hair on her shoulders.
"Well, Violet, welcome," she heard a man's voice say.
"Yes, it's so nice of you to drop in and see us. We haven't had company in a while."
She turned and looked near the doorway, which really just seemed to be a large hole cut in the thick cement wall, and she gasped.
Her date was standing there, dressed from head to toe in leather, and there was another black-haired woman standing next to him. The woman had her hand on the man's crotch, and was stroking his obviously hard dick.
"Won't she be just lovely to play with?" the woman said, and the man was smiling.
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CHAPTER ONE
"Well, what do you think of it?" Donald asked Mary, and he could see the way her face was starting to light up.
Mary Rogers had never been to a place as beautiful as this one in her life. When she had first met Donald Carter, she had been shocked that he had even taken the slightest bit of interest in her. After all, he had just come up to her bank window to make a deposit, and as she had worked the machines, she had kept her eyes on him. Of course, she had noticed that his balance was quite sizeable, but, she told herself, she had noticed his good looks before even seeing how much money he had.
When she had walked back up to him, returning his bank book with the new deposit added, he had smiled. She'd noticed how straight and white his teeth were, and she'd also noticed a dimple that she hadn't seen before.
"What are you doing this evening, you cute thing?" he had asked her, and Mary knew that her whole face had turned red. When that happened, she always thought that she looked rather strange, because her hair was a light blonde, and with a red face, her looks just didn't cut it.
"Nothing," she had said to him.
"Then write your name on this piece of paper, and Donald Carter is going to take you out and - show you parts of town that you never even knew existed."
Mary had done just that, and for the rest of the day, she had been a mess, wondering if he would really come, and if someone as ordinary as herself could please him.
Late in the afternoon, when she had gotten back to her apartment, she had stripped herself naked, so that she could examine her body in front of the mirror.
She thought that she had a nice body. Her tits were large, and they were quite firm, with lovely pink nipples on the center of each mound of flesh. When she ran her fingers over her nipples, and they perked right up, she was happy.
Donald Carter, among other things, was known as being a playboy. She was sure that he had had to have sex on his mind when he asked her out, and the fact that her nipples responded so easily under her touch, made her sure that they would respond under his.
When she thought about his fingers touching her nipples, she had seen the way her cunt lips started to get wet, and slowly she had let her fingers slide down her flat white belly, through her blonde pussy patch, and right to her cunt lips.
She closed her eyes, and thought about the way it would be when he'd lick her cunt, and as she-did, she spread her cunt lips wide apart, so that her stiff clit was on display.
It had only taken five seconds or so, for Mary to feel herself come to an orgasm, and even though it was not one of her most satisfying, she was sure that Donald was going to bring her off that night.
She had put on her loveliest dress, and he had arrived to pick her up just like he had told her, at eight sharp.
First, they had gone out to dinner at a fancy French restaurant, and she had been quite impressed when he had ordered their dinner in.the foreign language. She had been happier when, after ordering, she had felt his hand sliding over to her leg. He had started to move it up, until it was resting on her thigh.
Mary had been so hot between her legs, that she knew he had to have felt it.
"I have a wonderful idea," Donald had said to her after the entre. "Have you ever been to this place called 'G's.' It's, on the East Side."
"No," she had said to him. "In fact, I've never even heard of it. What's the place like. Is it a new disco or something like that?"
He had laughed, and he had told her that it was nothing like that.
The reason, in fact, that She had never heard of it, was because the club just didn't advertise anywhere. People learned about it by word of mouth, and most of the people who went there had more money than they knew what to do with.
Of course, when Mary had heard that, she wanted to go more than anything else.
Although they were still only in the front lobby, she still thought that it was the most beautiful place she had ever been to in her life.
There were mirrors all along the walls, and she could see so many reflections of herself, from all angles. The mirrors were squares, and where one point met the other, there were small jewels, that almost looked like diamonds.
When she asked Donald what they were, and he told her diamonds, she couldn't believe it. Then, when she looked up at the lovely chandelier, she was almost knocked right off her feet. The crystal was magnificent.
Donald took her coat, and ran his hand up and down the naked part of her back as they started to walk into the inner room.
Just that second, Mary saw something that made her gasp.
There was a woman walking over to greet them, and she was practically naked. In fact, all of her most private parts were revealed, and Mary had never seen anyone dressed in an outfit like this woman was wearing.
Her breasts were completely exposed, and although they were not as large as Mary's were, she liked the girl's stiff brown nipples.
She wore something around her waist, and thighs, that looked like it was made of wound leather straps. There were two leather straps connecting the ones around her waist and each thigh, and connected to those straps were all kinds of clamps.
Basically, the apparatus kept this woman's . cunt spread wide open, so that you could look right inside, and see everything.
Her pussy lips were spread wide enough on the sides, and near the top, so that Mary could even see the girl's clit.
As she walked over, Donald started to smile, and he even went so far as to move his hands to the girl's cunt. Since her pussy hair had been shaved away, and she was spread as wide as possible, exposing her clit, it was more than easy for Donald's fingers to touch her love button, and wiggle it back and forth.
"Hello, Don," the brown-haired girl said to him, and she moaned softly. "You do have the softest fingers out of all the club members."
Mary watched the way her date started to wiggle the clit back and forth faster, and then, just when the girl seemed ready to reach the height of her orgasm, he started to actually twist the small love button.
Mary couldn't believe it. The girl just stood there, and the look on her face didn't change for a second. Mary imagined that Donald's fingering had changed from the most light and soft, to hard and painful, and yet, there was no change in the brown-haired girl. If anything, she was enjoying this hard fingering even more.
"Always love to end it with a twist," Donald said, as he pulled his fingers away.
"When you do it as well as you do, then a girl doesn't mind," the brown-haired girl said to him. "Come on, I'll show you your table."
Mary didn't even have time to take in the club, when they first walked past the red velvet curtains. She was too busy following this girl's naked ass, and looking right at it, because of the way that Donald was starting to pat her buttocks.
At one point, Mary was so sure that her black-haired, handsome date, was even ramming his finger right up this-girl's asshole. She could see the way his digit just seemed to disappear as he moved his hand between the girl's buttocks, and she imagined that his fingers had nowhere else to go but into the asshole.
And yet, the girl seemed to be loving it more than anything else.
"Here you go, baby," she said to him, as she stopped in front of a table. "I got you the very best seats, for the very best show."
"Thanks, Pearl," Donald said, and he took out a bill that could have been a five or a ten, and slipped it into her open pussy.
Almost like magic, her cunt lips closed around the bill, just a bit. Mary thought that there had to be some kind of strain on the girl's cunt lips, since the clamps seemed to want to keep her spread wide, and the lips wanted to close.
The girl turned and walked away, and Mary looked at Donald.
"What is that thing that she'd wearing?" the blonde girl asked. "I've never seen anything quite like it before in my life."
"It's the opposite of a chastity belt," Donald said to her.
"What? I don't really think that I quite understand what you mean."
He patted her hand, which rested on the table, then started to laugh.
"There is no name for it, but some of the girls around here wear them. It's one of the outfits that's worn here. I like to think of it as being the opposite of a chastity belt, because of what it does. A chastity belt keeps the cunt closed up, so that the proud owner of the key is the only one who can get into the pussy.
"But this is different. This keeps the pussy spread wide open so that anyone who wants to can get his fingers in. Do you understand it now?"
"No," she said. "I'm still a little bit confused. Why would anyone want to wear something like that? I can understand, for the money and all, but ..."
"You've hit it on the head," Donald said to her.
"But it also looks painful. The way it's holding her spread like that looks like it's probably hurting her. I can't imagine ..."
"My darling Mary, you must understand that there is hardly any difference between pain and pleasure. In fact, at most times, they can be one and the same."
She couldn't believe what he was saying. She had always thought that pain was pain, and it was something agonizing and hateful, while pleasure was something that . always felt relaxing and soothing. The kind of thing you wanted more of.
The girl walked back over to the table, and she started to open the champagne bottle she had brought back with her. As she did, Mary watched the way Donald moved his fingers back to the girl's cunt, and continued to massage her stiff clit. She knew that the girl had to be coming, because she could see the steady flow of come running down the inside of the girl's thigh.
She tried to understand the feelings that were running through her. Could she actually be jealous of the affection he seemed to be showing for the naked girl? She then started to look around the room, thinking that she had to get her mind onto other things, and yet, as she took in the whole aura of the place, all that she could think about was sex. The place seemed to be screaming sex.
There were mirrors all along the walls, with the diamonds in them, like they had in the outer hall, and she could see a large stage a few feet in front of them.
The tables had silk tablecloths, and there were many men dressed in tuxedos. The outfits on the women varied, from the most expensive gowns, to absolutely nothing.
She could see one girl laying back on a table, with her legs spread, and some man was going down on the girl. The girl's head was thrown back, and she was moaning steadily, while she seemed to be thrusting her cunt up and down against the man's face at the same steady rate that she was moaning to.
Within a few more seconds, there was another man moving over to the naked girl, and Mary could see the way the man was starting to pluck at her nipples. At first, he seemed to be doing it gently, but then, Mary watched the way the girl's tits were being stretched, and she knew that the man was being more brutal.
She couldn't believe it when the girl started to moan even louder.
Suddenly, she heard the snapping sound of something, and it made her almost jump. She could remember that sound, and remember the pain that she would always feel when her father would whip her with his leather belt.
She turned her head toward the wall, and saw that there was some lady chained to the wall. She couldn't see the woman's face, because it was facing the wall, but she could see the way tattered remains of the woman's clothing were still clinging to her body. Part of her dress was ripped away, and her panties seemed to be made of leather.
Mary was sure that the leather was what made the sound, and when she looked again, she actually saw someone whipping this bound woman.
He was holding his belt in his hand, and every so often, he would lash it out at the bound woman, and let out a nice moan.
When she looked closer, she saw something else. The man with the leather belt was fucking the face of some blonde, who was down on her knees. She could see that the blonde was wearing one of those things that Donald had called the opposite of a chastity belt, and she couldn't imagine how painful it had to be for the girl to be bending down the way she was, wearing that thing.
All that she could think about was the way the clamps must have been spreading that girl's cunt lips so wide apart, that there had to even be some blood.
When the man cracked the bound girl again on the ass, Mary turned back to Donald.
Pearl, the waitress, was no longer standing there, and she could tell that Donald was just staring at her, wondering what she was thinking. He held up a glass of bubbly and handed it to her, then made a toast.
"To a nice, fun evening. And if we stay out all night, and you're late, don't worry. I already talked with the bank manager."
"You did?" she asked him. "I don't understand it. Why?"
"He knows me, and he's a good friend of mine. I told him that I had asked you out. That's all. If you don't make it to work tomorrow morning, he'll know that I still have you out. Don't worry your little head."
"But I won't get paid. Look, maybe you can afford to, but . . . "
He moved his hand to her mouth, and covered it, then smiled and shook his head.
"Please, let's not worry about money now, all right."
She sipped on the champagne, then heard the sound of the whip cracking again. When She winced,-Donald stroked her hair.
"What's wrong, Mary? Does that sound bother you or something?"
"Yes," she said to him. "I can't stand to hear the sound of whips."
"Tell me about it, love. Where have you heard that sound before?"
"I can't remember," she said to him, and she drank some more.
"Bullshit, Mary. Were you ever whipped before in your life? You can level with me. I really would like to know the truth."
"Yes," she said to him. "My father."
He filled her glass again, and within a few more seconds, she could feel his hand on her thigh again. He slid it up under her dress, and that time, he moved his fingers to her panties. She could feel the way he was pressing them down against her cunt lips, so that her panties, and his fingers, were starting to move between them.
"I know that you probably hate the thought of being whipped, darling, but then again, you never learned to love it."
"What?" she asked, and she could hardly even concentrate.
His fingers were wiggling her clit back and forth then, and she was stiff. Also, just looking at his handsome face was turning her on. When he ran his tongue over his lips, she could imagine that his tongue was in her cunt.
"Learned to love it," he went on. "You have to learn how to love certain things. It doesn't always come natural. For instance, I'm sure that you didn't really love the taste of a cock the first time you had one, did you?"
She shook her head no, and he started to, laugh again. His laugh was almost starting to hypnotize her, and make her relax.
The sound of leather that she heard now was rather soothing. In some ways, she was even starting to think about what it would be like to have smooth leather being run over her flesh. She imagined that if it was not so hard, she could take it. But then, she thought that maybe even if it was hard, she could take it, so long as he was the one doing it, and it really would be smooth.
It would sooth her flesh a little bit, she was sure.
"But you've learned to love the taste of cock now, haven't you?" Donald went on, and she felt herself coming mildly, and felt the way her juices were being seeped right up by her panties, where his fingers were.
She shook her head yes then, and he moved his lips to hers.
When he kissed her, she felt as if she was traveling in another time. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, and she kept thinking that he was so dashing, almost like he should have been a swashbuckler or something.
"Now, why don't you show me how much you've loved to learn the taste of cock?" he said to her. "Go on and do it for me."
"What?" she asked him, and then, he pushed his chair out from under the table.
She could see that he had pulled his zipper down, and that his hard cock was sticking right out of his pants, and at first, she was embarrassed. She kept thinking that they were in this classy place, and people would watch.
However, when she took a quick look around the place, she could see more cocks and cunts in the room, than she had ever seen in her lifetime of tricking.
She had been with many men, and when she had been in high school, she had seen many of her schoolmates naked in the showers.
But still, the sum total of all those naked bodies didn't equal the number of bodies she could see in this room. Not all of the people were naked, either. A few men were, but most of them just had their dicks out of their pants.
There were, in fact, more naked women then men.
"Come on, Mary. Suck my dick for me. I'd love you to do it right here."
"No whipping?" she asked him, and she hardly even knew why.
"No," he said, and she sunk to her knees in front of him, but, as she was moving down on him, she thought he said something else. "No. At least not yet."
Still, she didn't hear it all. She was lost in .the scent of his cock, which she could smell the second she was down on her knees. She saw how proud his shaft looked, and when she noticed a drop of come at the slit, she moved her tongue there and licked it right away. Then, she opened her lips wide enough so that she could take in the width of the cock, and started to move her mouth down on it.
He moaned when he felt her doing that, and his cock was sinking deeper and deeper into her mouth. When she stopped, just before his cock head would have entered her throat, she felt something at the back of her head.
He moved his hand there and pushed her head down, and she could feel the way he was forcing his cock into her throat.
Somehow, Mary managed to get her throat to open up, and she could feel his other hand moving to her dress top. He managed to slide his fingers in and cup her tit, so that she could feel her nipple getting stiffer.
Donald started to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth then, at a nice steady rate, and there was hardly a time when he would pull back far enough, so that his cock head was not out of her throat. He seemed to like to keep it there, she could feel, but because she was high, and the scent of his cock kept her turned on, she didn't mind.
She started to feel the way her pussy was spasming, and she knew that she would be coming when she felt him come in her mouth. It happened like that often.
"Yeah, you good cocksucking bitch," she thought she heard him moaning. "If your cunt is as good as your mouth, I'm gonna fuck your pussy sore. I'm gonna make sure that you're coming all over the fucking place."
Usually, when men would talk like that, Mary hated it, but she was getting into listening to him talk like that. The thought of his cock working her pussy over was a pleasant one, and she started to come harder.
Then, his cock was pulsating in her mouth, and she knew that he would be shooting off a load. She could hear the way that he was breathing harder, and he started to warn her about his impending orgasm.
"Gonna fill that big throat of yours any second, cunt," he was moaning. "Gonna let you taste all of my come, you bitch. Drink it all."
And as she felt it shooting into her mouth, and her orgasmic pleasure surged even more, she felt him twisting her nipple so hard, that for a second, she thought he was going to rip it off. But then, the pain started to feel nicer.
"She seems to be learning pretty well, Donald," Mary heard a voice say, and when she looked up, she could see the waitress, still wearing her pussy-spreading device.
"Oh, she's a fast learner this one. A real fast learner."
"Welcome to the crowd," Pearl said, smiling.
CHAPTER TWO
"Well, what do you think she even opened her eyes, just because she could feel the spikes cutting into her flesh. She had no idea where she was, but each time she moved, even if she was just trying to breathe, she could feel it more.
When she opened her eyes, she wanted to die.
She was strapped onto a large wooden pole, with spikes running up the sides of it. Her arms and legs had been pulled around the pole, and they had been strapped together with something that looked like thick leather belts.
She felt the way some of the spikes were pressed between her legs, and as she tried to pull herself back, she could feel the leather cutting into her legs, just above the knees, but not quite up to her thighs.
When she managed to get herself into a decent position, her large breasts were each resting between two of the spikes, and she had a feeling that if she moved up or down, she would be pierced with the metal again.
Her cunt was no longer spiked in, either, and she was somewhat relieved about that. Still, she couldn't believe that she was in this mess to begin with.
When she thought she heard footsteps, she turned her head and looked in the direction of the door. Or it seemed to be a door. It looked more like some hole had been cut into the thick cement wall. In fact, she thought, the whole look of this place she was in reminded her of a castle out of the middle ages.
A strand of her long red hair fell in front of her face, and when she tossed her head to get her hair out of her eyes, the spikes cut again.
She closed her eyes, and tried to think of how she could have gotten there. She tried to think of what day it was, because she could remember being out at night, but there seemed to be some daylight coming through the window.
She couldn't see outside, but it was light.
Violet remembered the man who had taken her out the night before, or what she thought might have been the night before.
She had only met him that day, when he had come into the coffee shop where she worked, and sat down to have a big meal.
In some ways, she had thought that he was poor, because no one really had a big meal in a dive like the one she worked at. But when he had taken out a wad of bills to pay the check, she knew he had a lot of money.
He had left her a ten dollar tip on a five dollar tab, and when she ran after him, thinking that he probably had no idea how much he had left, he turned around and started to smile at her.
"When I get such good service, I'm always willing to pay for it."
"Well, thank you, but I didn't do anything more than usual."
"Then maybe I should make you work for your money. I have an idea. Why don't you and I go out tonight? I'll take you somewhere special."
"Sure," she had said, and before he could change his mind, she wrote her name down on a piece of paper, and handed it to him.
"The name, by the way, is Reggie Peters, and I'll, pick you up at seven."
As soon as she had gotten off of work that night, she had run home so that she could shower and dress, and make herself beautiful for him.
She had just finished showering, and her hair was still wet, when she had gotten a phone call from her friend Melody.
Violet hadn't wanted to stay on the phone but Melody had had another fight with her husband, and for the fifth time that year, was thinking of leaving him. Violet had heard it all before, and she had told her friend to drop that bastard, and yet, Melody had always given in. Violet remembered how pissed off she had been with her friend, because she wanted to get ready, and she had already advised her before.
Still, she had listened again, because Melody was hysterical.
Finally, she had worked up the strength to speak up for herself.
"Look, Melody, I would love to stay on the phone and bullshit with you, but I have a hot date tonight, and really can't stay."
"Oh. I see. I guess a date is much more important. A date with some man you've never gone out with before is much more important than talking with your friend who is really starting to think of suicide. Who is he?"
"He said that his name is Reggie Peters," Violet said.
"What? You're kidding. Don't you lie to me just to get off the phone. Where the hell would you meet anyone like him?"
"Who is he? I've never heard of him. And I met him when he came to eat at the place where I work. He left me a huge tip and . . . "
"Now I know that you're bullshitting me," Melody had said. "Why the hell would anyone like Reggie Peters eat in the dive where you work?"
"Who the fuck is he ?" Violet had finally said. "Tell me. Don't keep telling me that I don't have a date with him, when I know I do. Just tell me who he is."
"Only one of the richest men in the city. Don't you ever read the gossip columns? He's in them at least two or three times a week."
"What does he do for a living?"
"Nothing. But then again, he doesn't have to do anything. He's reached that nirvana that most of us dream about. So filthy rich that he never has to worry about money, or ever have to worry about working again."
And just then, the doorbell had started to ring, and when she looked over, Violet saw that it was already seven-fifteen.
"I have to go. He's here," she said, and she was so embarrassed as she slammed down the phone, then ran to the door.
She had wanted to make a good impression on him from the start, and felt rather disgusting as she went to answer the door in her robe, with her hair still dripping wet from the shower. As soon as she opened the door, she was apologizing.
"I'm sorry, but a friend called after I got out of the shower, and ..."
But he didn't even care. As soon as he had closed the door, he had moved his lips to hers and kissed her hard, pressing his tongue into her mouth. She felt the way he started to flick it back and forth, and then he was opening the belt to her robe.
Violet knew that she wouldn't have let most men do something like that to her. She was not such a loose woman. However, having heard about how rich this man was from Melody, she figured he could do anything he wanted to do to her.
Suddenly, it dawned on her? Had she told him that during their evening?
Was that why she was strapped up to this spiked pole? Was that why she had to keep very still, for fear that the slightest movement would cause the spikes to penetrate?
She tried to think of whether or not she might have told him that he could do anything that he wanted to do to her, but she couldn't remember.
Instead, she started to think about that night. After he had opened her robe, he had started to cup her large breasts in his hands, and she had felt the way her pink nipples stiffened as he kept touching her.
Her knees had started to feel like jelly, and soon, he was lifting her up and carrying her down the hall to her bedroom. She remembered thinking that it was strange. It was almost like he knew where her bedroom was.
He placed her on the bed, on her knees, then started to let her robe slide down her shoulders, so that she was naked in front of him.
"Now, you may strip me," he had told her.
She had started to move her hands to his jacket, and he had let her take that off. When she had opened his tie, he had smiled at her and then she had started to unbutton his shirt slowly, looking at how hairy his chest was as she exposed more and more of it. She had him stripped from the waist up when he stopped her.
"Now my zipper with your teeth," he said to her. "I like to see a girl using her mouth to get me naked.'
At first, Violet hadn't liked the idea, but when he kept smiling at her, and he even slid his hand down to her pussy and fingered her in such a loving way, she thought that it was really the least she could do.
She started to get lower down on the bed, and she moved her lips to his zipper. With her tongue, she managed to get the little clasp to stick straight out, and then she just bit into it, and held it with her teeth.
As she was doing that, he was opening his belt and the snaps of his pants, and then he was pushing them down around his knees.
She could see the way his cock was straining against his tight underwear, and when she moved her hand there, he slapped it away.
"Use your mouth on my dick," he said to her. "You can eat me through my underwear, and when you're dying for the taste of my flesh, against your mouth, you'll use that same mouth to take me out of my pants."
She couldn't believe that he wanted her to do it.
Still, as she started to nibble on his cock, through his underwear, she was getting off on the way she could feel it pulsing.
Then, she felt the way he was plucking at her nipples. He was doing it harder and harder, but since they had gotten stiff, they were feeling nice. When he twisted them gently, she started to moan.
"Every woman should know the way to serve a man, as long as he is worth serving," Reggie had been saying, while he played with her nipples and thrust his cock bulge back and forth against her mouth. "For instance, if a woman was going out with some bum who couldn't show her shit, then she doesn't really have to bother with him.
"But when I take out a woman, I take her all out. I show her the best time possible, taking her all over town. In turn, she pays me back for it."
Violet felt almost as if he was treating her like a slave, and yet, she had been so turned on by him, that she didn't care.
After she had started to smell his cock scent through his underwear, she had known that it was time to pull them down.
After a few futile tries, she had finally managed to get them down, and once they were down past his balls, his cock had slapped her in the face.
He had laughed when that happened, and then, she had opened her mouth and she had started to take his cock all the way down in her throat.
As she had, he had fallen onto the bed, pushing himself on top of her.
She would never forget the way he had spread her legs, and had started to eat her pussy, sucking at her cunt lips and licking her clit. But then, he had started to get even more aggressive, and she had felt the way his teeth were starting to open and close around her clit, harder and harder.
She hadn't noticed that too much longer, because he was starting to fuck her face.
Violet was not even putting so much into sucking his cock, because she couldn't. With him towering over her the way that he had been, it was easy for him to start to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, and when he wanted to, it was just as easy for him to thrust it in deep and hold it there.
Her whole world, for those few seconds, had been his groin. All that she could see was a cock, balls, and pubic hair, and all that she could smell was the male musk odor.
When he had started to come in her mouth, she was so turned on, that she started to come hard, and because of the way he was sucking the juices right out of her, her orgasm was soon more intense.
He made her come a few times, and she could feel the way his cock was going limp in her mouth, and then, the way it was starting to get hard, a few minutes after he had shot off the first load onto her tongue.
Then, he had pulled out of her mouth, and without saying much, had turned around.
Within a few more seconds, he had been pushing her legs up over her head, and then, letting her rest them on his chest.
She felt him rubbing his cock against her cunt lips, and he moved right into her, thrusting inwards and upwards at the same time, so that his cock shaft was making perfect contact with her stiff clit.
He had moved his lips to hers, and had started to kiss her, too, and she had loved the way he thrust into her at a nice, steady rate, while kissing her.
Violet could not remember a more passionate fucking, nor could she remember ever doing it with a man so soon after meeting him.
She had started to wonder, while he was thrusting in and out, if she would have ended up in bed with him so soon, had she been dressed when he had come to the door to meet her. Or would they just have left the apartment?
At one point, she felt the way his cock was pulsating, and she managed to get her legs around his hips, and wrap them around his ass.
She could feel how taut his buttocks were, and how he was sweating, and soon, he was slowing down, and picking up on her tight, confining grip.
"You don't want me to come yet, do you?" he had asked her then.
"No, I don't. I want you to keep fucking me. It feels so good."
"I'm glad. I like to turn a nice bitch on. I like to make her pussy flood with my juices. I also like to fuck like this."
Then, he started to thrust in and out of her harder than she could remember any man ever fucking her before. Each time that he thrust in, she felt the hard slap of his groin against her thighs, but the feeling was nice.
Her cunt was so wet, and her clit so aroused, that his cock, moving back and forth over it fast, was turning her on more and more.
She could remember the way her body had started to sweat so much, and how his body had almost been sliding all over hers, because of the way that he was starting to sweat also. Sweat, she knew, was always a good sign of a hot fuck.
Reggie had fucked her for the longest time, and when she had felt his cock finally starting to throb in her cunt, she had been moaning so loud. He had started to shoot a thick, warm load of cream right up her cunt, and the feeling of it pouring into her made her start to come all over again.
After their long fuck bout, they had both showered, and because of the way that he could hardly keep his hands off of her, she was pretty sure that they would end up falling into bed again, and fucking away the night.
However, after drying each other, Reggie had started to dress.
"Come on, we're going out to G's," he had said to her.
"What's that?" she asked him, for she had never heard of the place.
"You'll see, baby. It's unlike any place that you've ever been. It's going to be the kind of club you want to see, so that one day, you can tell all your grandchildren about it. It proves that decadence is still alive and well, and living in the city."
She had always loved the thought of decadence, and she had asked him what he thought she should wear. When he had picked-out a practically transparent blouse, she had been a little upset, but he told her it would fit right in.
Then, he picked out a short skirt, and they were ready.
He had been right. The place was like no place she had ever been to in. her life, nor was it like anything that she had ever imagined.
The money that they had put into the club was quite evident, from the crystal to the tablecloths, to the things that she thought were diamonds in the mirrors. As she had walked past, she had touched one, and she had thought that even if it wasn't a diamond, it could easily fool most people.
One part of her was wondering if she would be able to rip one off and put it in her bag, so that she could have a remembrance of the place.
Pearl was the name of the woman who had taken them to their table, and she had been shocked to see what the woman was wearing.
Basically, Violet remembered, it was some kind of leather and clamp device that kept the woman's cunt spread right open.
In some ways, it had turned her off, but the rest of the club was so magnificent, that she forgot all about it.
However, once they had been sitting, and she had been able to take in the rest of the place, she hadn't been too sure of how much she liked it. There were all kinds of sexual things going on in the room, and she noticed that in all of the couplings, the men were always completely dominating the women.
There was one woman chained to a table, and each time a man would walk by, he would stick his hands all over her naked body. Her legs were spread, and Violet must have seen at least fifteen different men sticking their fingers right up her cunt, and getting a feel of her lush wetness.
There was the constant cracking sounds of whips, too, and that scared her.
"I don't understand this," she said to Reggie, once they had their drinks. "I don't know how a club like this can exist."
"What do you mean?" he asked her. "What's wrong with it?"
"Well, I know this is all technical, but in this state, isn't anal sex against the law? I know people do it, but it's still illegal, right?"
"As far as I know," he said to her.
"Then what's that happening over there? I know that it's a man sliding his dick in and out of a woman's asshole, and you know it. But he's doing it in public. He's doing something that's illegal."
"And what about that man over there?" he asked, and he pointed to one man who was just finishing a snort of cocaine, and preparing for another one. "Coke is not legal yet, either, nor is grass. Smell the air."
And she could smell the scent of marijuana floating all over the place.
"This club is exclusive," he said to her. "It's a place where women come who want to be treated like subservients. There are many women like that, and there are even more men who like their women that way.
"No police are allowed in here, and you can believe me that they are paid off. But then again, most of the people who come to this place are filthy rich, and we can easily afford to keep the cops off our backs. To us, an extra thousand dollars a month to keep the police out is like chicken feed."
She continued to take in the place. She noticed one woman on her hands and knees, with her hands tied behind her back. Some man was thrusting his hard dick in and out of her mouth, faster and faster.
She could not tell if the girl wanted to pull her head back or not, but she kept thinking that if she had been in the girl's shoes, she would have wanted to. After all, the man looked like he was being too rough with her.
Even after a few drinks, Violet had still been tense, and finally, Reggie had learned over and had whispered into her ear.
"If you don't like this place, let's leave. We can go back to my place."
And so, they had left. She was sure that she would be so much more relaxed with him, on a one to one basis, for even though they could have had a one to one talk in the place, there were just too many things going on.
In his car, he had taken out some coke, and he had asked her if she wanted to try any. When she said no, he laughed, and then, he insisted that she do it.
And that was all she could remember. Now that she thought about the very last thing she could remember, she was sure that Reggie had to be somewhere around.
She had snorted the coke, and her head had felt funny, and then . . .
What then? All she could think about was now, and the spikes that were still so threatening to her very existence, unless, of course, she could find some way to open up those belts that kept her a prisoner.
Suddenly, she was sure that she could hear footsteps, coming toward the room, and as she turned her head to look, she felt a jabbing pain as a spike cut.
Then, she could see two figures coming closer to her. When her teary-eyed vision was focused even more, she could see that it was Reggie. He was standing there with some brown-haired girl, and both of them seemed to be decked out in leather.
He wore leather pants and boots, and an open leather vest.
The girl, whom Violet had never seen before, was wearing a leather bra, and a pair of leather panties. She was moving her leather-gloved hand over Reggie's crotch, and even from where Violet was, she could see that Reggie was stiff.
"Reggie, please, let me down," she said to him. "Why did you do this to me? Please, I can't stand it up here. Let me down."
"Who?" he asked her, and he moaned softly. "Who are you talking to?"
"You, Reggie," she said to him. "Please. I can't remember what happened after we left G's, but I can remember passing out or something. I don't know why you tied me up like this, but please, let me down."
Reggie was moaning a little bit louder, and she could see the way he was starting to slide his fingers into the girl's panties from behind. She noticed that he was patting her buttocks, but then, he seemed to be doing something else.
Was he fingering the girl's asshole, Violet had to wonder.
The girl was starting to moan, and she was even thrusting herself back and forth, as if she wanted his fingers to sink wherever they were going to.
"Reggie, please," she said to him. "I'm in pain up here."
"I've known for many years that pain is only one step away from pleasure."
"What?" she said to him, and she started to realize something. All those people at the club had to be thinking the same way.
Everything that she had seen at G's had represented pain and pleasure, and how very close they could possibly be. And yet, she wanted no part of it.
"Please, Reggie," she started to say, and then he laughed.
"Reggie? Reggie? From now on, until further notice, I am your Master."
CHAPTER THREE
Janet had been sitting there for the longest time, unable to speak, because of the large rubber ball that he had stuck into her mouth.
She knew why he had done it. She knew that it was because she had talked back to him earlier in the evening. She had disobeyed him as a Master, when she had told him that she would go along with everything that he had wanted.
And yet, that had been so long ago, that she lost all track of time.
When he had first brought her back to his house, Reggie, had stripped her naked, and then he had tied her arms behind her back.
A leather collar around her neck, with a thick chain that ran down from the collar, had kept her in her place, so that she couldn't move. .:
Then, he had placed her large breasts on the thick cement slab, and she had noticed the other piece that was attached to it.
All he had to do was press that cement piece on top of the first one, and her breasts would be crushed. However, before she would even feel the crushing feeling, she knew, she would feel the two large spiked on the top piece, slicing into each one of her breasts. She could imagine how intense the pain would be.
He had tied her up like that, and had left her mouth ungagged, at first.
"I just want to keep you here for a while," he had said to her, and then, Reggie had licked his way down her back.
He had started to eat her pussy from behind, and she had felt the way his tongue was flicking back and forth against .her cunt lips.
Soon, her cunt lips had been spread wide open, and he had been licking her clit back and forth as fast as he possibly could.
When the moment was right, he had bit right into her clit, and she had felt the way her pain surged into pleasure.
It was magnificent, and it was something that had taken Janet a long time to learn. However, once you learned it, it was like a bicycle. You never forgot how to get back on and ride, just as you never forgot how to channel the one feeling into the other, so that you could bring yourself pleasure while he was bringing himself pleasure.
After Reggie had eaten her once or twice, and left the sticky juices dripping down her thighs, he had stood up and had gotten ready to leave.
She had noticed that he was dressed, as if he was going out.
"Where are you going?" she had asked, and she had seen the look of hostility on his face. She knew it was because of the way she had just talked to him.
Instantly, he had reached for the whip on the wall, and he had lashed it out at her, so that it cracked against her flesh.
"Now, what did you say to me?" he asked her, holding up the whip again, as he threatened to let her have it once again.
"I was wondering when you would attend to me again," she said, and then she added, "Master." She knew that she had done it just in time.
"I have a date tonight," he had said to her. "I must go and pick up Violet."
Janet had been furious with him then, and she had really started to forget her place with him. She had opened her mouth and she had started to scream at him, cursing him out at the very same time.
"Why, you fucking mother," she said to him. "You asked me if I could take off from G's tonight so I could come over here. I thought that you and I were going to get it on or something, and now you're telling me that you have another date. Well, you can untie me now, you bastard. I'll even give you back the hundred you gave me.
"Untie me. I'm not going to stand here like some asshole while you go out and start to fuck some other girl, you bastard."
He had pulled the whip back, and he had started to lash her back, over and over again, until the sound and agonized pain from the leather were just too much for her to be able to put up with.
She was in tears, as he walked behind her, and rammed his finger up her dry, raw asshole, so that she was in pain again.
He started to twist his finger around, almost as if he was trying to rip the skin off of the inner walls of her asshole.
"What did you say to me, you stupid cunt of a slave?" he asked, and the anger that she felt from him was overpowering. "What did you say to me?"
"I'm sorry," she had said, managing to gasp for air.
"I would not have asked you here if I had no purpose for you. Like a good slave, you must wait for your Master to get back and let you serve your purpose. You must wait until he is ready for you, and he will be back. Now apologize."
"I'm sorry," she said to him. "Really, Master, I am sorry."
"Then I'm off," he told her, and he rammed his finger in deeper for one final second, then pulled it out of her just as fast.
He probably would have left her ungagged, she knew, had she not opened her mouth.
As Janet recalled, she had hardly even spoken that loud, although it had been loud enough for him to hear, just before he left the room.
"Bastard," she had still mumbled under her breath.
As he had moved his hand to her mouth, she had been so sure that he was going to punch her right in the jaw. But then, she had felt her mouth being wrenched wide open, and she had felt something rubbery.
He had shoved a black rubber ball into her mouth, and there were two spikes in the ball that almost cut into her lips.
She knew that she couldn't spit it out, and she had watched through wet eyes as Reggie had walked out of the room, leaving her alone.
Janet had a lot of time to think about him then, and she was thinking with a great deal of hostility in her mind.
She would never forget the first time that she had met Reggie Peters.
She had finally let her friend Pearl talk her into coming to G's. Pearl worked there, and she could get Janet in for free, if Janet wanted to see what the place was like. Pearl had been working there for months at the time, and Janet had heard so much about it, that she was, indeed, curious.
When she had first seen the outfit that Peal would wear to work, she had thought that the whole idea of the club was strange.
When she had entered, and had seen a show on stage, where some young woman was tied to some machine with a dildo that kept moving in and out of her cunt, she had thought that it was degrading to women, too.
But then, she had seen one man who had made her think different.
Reggie's curly blond hair, and light blue eyes, were enough to make Janet start creaming in her pants, and she had thought about how much she would want to meet him.'
At the time, however, he had been sitting at a table with a young girl.
Within a few more minutes, Janet had thought that the girl was no longer there, for she saw Reggie sitting all alone. When Pearl had passed by, Janet had asked her friend if it would be all right for her to go over and talk with him.
"Of course. People meet each other and do whatever they want at this place."
She had walked over, and she had just been ready to talk to him, when she had gasped. The girl he had been sitting with really hadn't just disappeared. She was on her knees, not even under the table, and she was sucking the blond man's hard cock.
Janet had to stand there and watch, for she was quite hypnotized by the look of Reggie's solid, stiff shaft. She had kept thinking about how nice it would be to have that shaft inside of her cunt.
Seconds later, he had turned his head, and he had talked to her.
"Are you enjoying this show?" he asked, smiling up at her face.
"Yes. I can say that it's better than the one up there," Janet told him..
"Oh, it's just different. Up there you only get to see a phony dick, and down here, you're getting to see the real thing."
"And how," Janet had said to him. "You sure have the most real thing that I've ever laid eyes on. It's really a beautiful dick."
"Thank you. Maybe one day you'll get it for yourself. As for now, I'd love to have a look at your cunt. One of the things I love doing while some broad sucks me off is to eat a cunt. Somehow, I couldn't get into position with this one here."
And Janet knew that it was true, unless, of course, he had wanted to lift the girl up who was on her knees, and pull her legs over to his mouth. It would have been awkward, unless they both ended up lying on the floor.
Still and all, Janet had never been to a place where she could just lift up her skirt and have some man start to eat her, and she really wasn't all that sure if she wanted to get into something like that.
However, once Reggie moved his hands to her, and pulled her over in front of him, she had been hypnotized. She had let him pull her skirt up to her hips, and even rip her expensive panties right off.
Then, he had buried his mouth in her cunt, and he had started to eat her.
At first, it had been nice. She had felt the way he was blowing warm air up her pussy, and she had started to spasm lightly.
Then, he had spread her cunt lips wide, and she had felt some pain as he spread them too wide. She thought about some things that Pearl had told her, when Pearl had first shown her the leather apparatus that she wore at the club.
At first, Janet had thought that it must be painful for a girl to have something like that keeping her cunt open. .
"Pain and pleasure, all the same," Pearl had said to her.
And Janet started to understand that when Reggie was eating her cunt. He was stretching her a little bit too wide, however, when she got into it enough, it felt sensational. Somehow, by working mentally, she was starting to channel that pain into pleasure, and when Reggie had bit down on her clit, and started to grind his teeth back and forth over it, the pain/pleasure was more intense.
Soon, she had been coming very hard, and he had been sucking the come right out of her cunt, lingering her buttocks at the same time.
Then, she had heard him moaning, and she had seen how red his face was getting.
When she heard choking noises from the girl sucking his cock, she had known that he was starting to pump his load into that girl's mouth. In many ways, thinking about the cream shooting from his cock was enough to turn her on and make her come in his mouth a second time, even if he was still biting her clit.
After that, he had pulled her skirt down, and he had gone back to talking with his date, all over again.
She had felt just like the third party, which she was, and she had wandered back over to her table. About twenty minutes later, he had sent a note over to her table, and in it was a twenty dollar bill.
Basically, the note was to thank her for feeding him her cunt cream, and also, to tell her that he was sorry about ripping her panties off, and that the money was for her to buy herself another pair.
Janet had been shocked. Twenty dollars could have bought her another ten pairs.
Later in the evening, when his date had gone to the bathroom, he had walked over to her table, and he had started to talk with her.
"The thing that I noticed about you, besides your beauty, is the way you could respond to my eating you. Most girls, when it happens to them that way the first time, tend to bitch and complain. They say that it hurts, and that they are feeling no pleasure at all from the way I'm biting. But you, my dear, channeled it all. You fit into this club so perfectly. I think you're marvelous."
She had been so flattered, but then, she heard him asking her what family she was from, and how much money they had.
It was then she had told him that she was just there as a guest, and that her friend Pearl had invited her.
His attitude hadn't changed much, but he had laughed a bit.
"Well, if you can't afford to keep coming to a place like this, you should see if you can get a job here. No matter what you're doing for a living now, I'm sure that you could make yourself ten times as much money here."
"But what would I have to do?" she asked, and she started to think that she had never even asked Pearl how she had gotten the job.
"For one thing, you would have to talk with Mario. He owns the place. I'll introduce you when I see him walking by."
They had talked for a while, and when the young black-haired owner of the club had walked by, Reggie had called him over.
"This girl has what it takes, Mario," Reggie had said to him. "I ate her when she first arrived, and you know how rough I can be?"
"I sure do. I've had girls want to sue me for leaving this place with a chewed clit, because of this one. I just tell them that when they let a mouth near their cunts, then they're taking their own cunts into their own hands."
Both Mario and Reggie had started to laugh about that, and she had laughed, too.
Then, Mario told her that he wanted to see her in his office, and he would give her the test to see if she could work there.
"Good luck," Pearl had said, when word got around. "Remember to channel it."
Since Reggie had been the one who recommended her, he insisted that he be allowed to watch, and in some ways, she was happy to have him there.
First, she had been instructed by Mario to strip completely.
Once that was done, he walked over to her. He started to run his fingers all over her body, and as he did, he was pinching her flesh.
She started to feel little painful bolts, but the more she thought about his touching her that way, the better it was feeling.
Soon, her cunt lips were getting wet, and Mario had to smile.
"Very good, my dear. Very good. Such a responsive piece of pussy."
She didn't like being called that, and yet, she did. She did hot respond in any way, and when she didn't, he smiled again.
"Very good. If you had even acted like you didn't like me calling you a cunt, my dear, then I would have forgotten about you completely. So far, so good. Now, I have to see how you suck a cock."
"You mean let her face get fucked, don't you?" Reggie asked.
Mario had nodded, and then, he had opened his pants. When he pulled out his large cock, Janet had been so surprised.
She had never seen a cock that big. In fact, she had never even thought that cocks came in such a large size, and it had scared her. However, she kept thinking about all the money Reggie had told her about.
Pearl had gotten a new apartment after getting a job at G's, and you could tell, not only from the building itself, but from the furniture that she had bought for the place, that Pearl was living a life of some luxury.
It was true that she still had to work for her money, Janet thought, but if you were going to have to work for money, you might as well make a bundle.
She started to open her mouth, and Mario had moved his cock right between her lips, and then moved his hands to the back of her head. When he talked about fucking her face, he had not been exaggerating at all.
Within a few seconds, he had worked himself up to a nice, steady thrusting rate, and he was ramming his cock into the back of her throat each time he thrust himself in. There were times when he was holding himself deep in her throat, and she was starting to get into his taste and smell.
At one point, he pulled on her nipples, hard, and she loved it.
Then, he slid his fingers down to her cunt, and started to touch her. She was a bit surprised when he did not really try to finger her.
Instead, he just let his fingers dance lightly over her cunt lips.
"Wet?" Reggie had asked him then, and Mario had started to smile.
"I think that this one will work out just fine," he said to Reggie.
When she heard that, she had been so happy, that she had even started to add to her tonguing of his cock. It was hard, since he was fucking her face, but she managed to let her tongue flick back and forth along the underside of his dick, each time that he would thrust it deep into her mouth.
She even managed to flick her tongue back and forth against his balls, during those moments when he had rammed his dick deep into her throat, and held himself there for very long periods of times. He moaned each time she flicked her -tongue against the sack that held his balls, and she knew that he was moaning because of her.
When he had started to come in her mouth, he had even started to shoot it right in her throat, which normally, she tended to hate.
But that time, she hadn't minded it at all, because she hadn't been choking.
"One more test," Mario had been moaning, even as he was coming, and she had not been able to imagine what it was.
They had started it as soon as Mario had pulled out of her mouth, and she had noticed that he wasn't even limp. In some ways, she had thought that it would cost her her job, but he laughed when he saw her looking at his hard-on.
"I hardly even go down after I come," he told her.
Her final test had been one where she had gotten fucked by two dicks at the same time, one in her asshole, and one in her cunt.
Since Reggie had recommended her, he was the one who got to fuck her cunt. He had laid down on his back, still dressed in his tuxedo, and he had pulled out his cock.
When Janet had finally gotten to see it, she had loved it. It was much more beautiful than she had even imagined, while that girl had been sucking him off.
It hadn't been hard for her to just sit down on his dick, and within a few more seconds, she had been riding it up and down. Then, she had felt the way that Mario was starting to move his cock to her asshole from behind.
At first, she had been scared. Only once had she let a man fuck her ass, and she hadn't really liked it as much as she thought she should.
When she even thought about how big Mario was, she was even more scared.
However, soon, she was starting to feel him sinking deeper, and because the cock in her cunt was keeping her going, it was fantastic.
"You're hired," Mario had said to her, as soon as he was all the way in her cunt, and she had been so happy, that she had started to come hard.
She had started to move back and forth, to keep both of the cocks moving inside of her body, and she had loved every second of it.
She was soon sweating, and within a few more minutes, both of the men had been coming in her. When she had felt Reggie's cock starting to shoot into her, she had loved it, and had come harder around him.
Ever since he had been responsible for getting her the job, she had always felt that he was the nicest man around.
He would always give her huge tips when she would be waiting on his table, and whenever he would finger her spread cunt, it would always take only a few seconds before she was dripping her cream all over his fingers.
She knew how much he loved it when that happened.
That afternoon, he had come into the club early, while they were still cleaning the place up, and he had seemed rather happy. Mario had given him a drink, even though they weren't really open for customers, preferring to go for the late night, after hours crowd, when other places were closed.
He had had a talk with Mario, and then he had come over to her.
"I'd like you at my place tonight," he said to her. "I want to have a good time with you. Would you be willing to take the night off?"
"Sure," she had said to him. "If Mario says that it's all right."
"I spoke with him, and everything has been cleared with him. Come over to my place at around four, and we'll talk then."
She had gone there and he had started to strip her and tie her up.
Then, after he had finished touching her, and he had started to leave, she had been shocked to hear that he was going to pick up another girl.
Janet had no idea how many hours had gone buy, but when she heard the sound of footsteps coming toward her, she was happy.
When he had kicked the door open, she could see that he was decked out in leather from head to toe. She could see that he had a huge bulge in his crotch, and the thought of it was already making her come.
"Will you be my perfect slave?" he had asked her then.
"You know that I will, Master. I will do anything that you want."
He had started to untie her, having already pulled the ball out of her mouth, and then he had handed her a leather bra and panties.
Her breasts were huge, and as she had put on the bra, she had felt how tight it was. It was cutting into her flesh, and although she hadn't really liked the way that it felt, she knew that he wanted her to wear it.
When she was finished dressing, he took her hand and started to lead her down the hall. She couldn't get over his apartment, because it almost gave her the impression of being in some middle age castle.
"I want you to help me train a girl," he said to her. "This girl needs to learn how to channel her pains. I took her to the club tonight, knowing that she probably couldn't get into it, and I was right. But I am going to teach her, and you will help."
As they entered the room and she saw the girl hung up on the spiked wooden pole, Janet felt Reggie reach for her hand and pull it over to his hard bulged crotch.
CHAPTER FOUR
Violet couldn't believe how happy she was, sitting at a ringside table with Mr. Reggie Peters. Even as she was watching the show up on the stage, she could feel the way he was sliding his fingers in and out of her cunt.
Her clit was as stiff as it could possibly be, and he was wiggling it back and forth rather fast, keeping her warm and worked up.
"Anything else?" she heard Janet ask, and she looked at the girl as she stood near their table, holding her tray.
Janet's cunt was spread wide open, and Violet could see inside.
"Another round," Reggie said, and then, he smiled at Violet. "You must watch this next act that's coming up. You'll love it."
The curtain parted, and everyone in the club gasped.
There was a lovely black-haired woman up there on the stage, completely naked. One of her arms had been tied behind her back, with the rope tied to the upper part of her other arm. That one hand was free, and as the girl started to spread her cunt lips wide apart, Violet had to gasp.
There was a thin metal stake that had been pierced through her cunt, and as the woman opened and closed her lips, Violet was sure that she had to be in pain.
The woman on stage had a metal cuff around one leg, and she had one of those rubber balls in her mouth, with the spikes, so that she couldn't spit the ball out.
"Look familiar?" Reggie said to Janet, as she brought over the drinks. He moved his hand to his mouth, to let her know what he was talking about.
Janet smiled at him, then wiggled her ass as she walked away to another table.
"What's going to happen with that girl?"-Violet had to ask Reggie.
"Just wait and see. First, she's going to masturbate herself so that all of us can watch her cunt juices flowing. Then, keep an eye on her asshole."
Violet noticed the way that the girl had her ass lifted up higher than she really had to, in order to keep her hot cunt on full display, and she could see the way the woman's asshole was on view, also.
It seemed to be spread wide open, wider than Violet could imagine.
"What's that?" she asked, because as she looked closer, she could see that there was a small in of device on the floor. It looked almost like a dildo, but there was something attached to it. It was also aimed right at the bound girl's asshole.
"That's what makes her so much fun," Reggie said to Violet. "She masturbates herself and then the rocket dildo gets launched and shoots right into her cunt. Of course, she's learned to take it in. She's learned the pleasure her pains."
Violet looked at the girl again, and she was sure that the girl was using the rubber ball in her mouth as some kind of pacifier. She was sure that the girl was in more pain than she had probably thought she'd come across, and she was biting into the rubber ball because she couldn't scream.
Then, Violet could see the way that the girl's cunt was getting wetter, and she heard the way that the girl was moaning. She started to thrust herself up and down against her fingers, and the crowd was cheering.
Then, one man stood up and moved his hand to the fuse on the dildo rocket.
He flicked his lighter on, and the fuse started to burn.
Violet watched the expression on the naked girl's face. She could hear the sound of the fuse burning, and the girl had to know that any second, that dildo was going to be shooting right up into her asshole.
Violet couldn't help but think that she might not mind a shooting dildo into her cunt, but into her asshole seemed impossible.
The crowd actually started to count down, as if they knew just when the rocket was going to shoot off, and Violet found herself enjoying it, and even counting down with all of the others in the club.
"Three, two, one," they were all screaming, and then, the thing exploded.
Violet watched the rocket dildo shoot forward, and there was a grunting sound as it shot right into the woman's asshole.
The woman pressed herself down on the dildo then, as if she wanted it in deeper, and suddenly, her whole body was heaving with orgasmic convulsions.
Violet could feel the way that Reggie was fingering her own cunt even faster then, and she loved the way that it was feeling. She started to moan louder and louder, and she could feel the way her juices were flowing.
The girl on stage continued to rock back and forth on the dildo, and Violet kept thinking that it had to be feeling good. She kept thinking that maybe she could ask Reggie to let her go up on stage one day and perform.
When the curtain closed, the audience started to applaud, and Reggie moved his lips to Violet's and kissed her gently. Then, he started to smile.
"Now, aren't you glad that you submitted?" he asked her.
"Yes," she said to him, and as she closed her eyes, she started to think about that night when he had tied her up to the wooden pole.
When he had finally entered the room, she had been relieved, until she had been ordered to call him Master. By that time, she was so angry with him, that she felt like she didn't want to play his game.
She hated the fact that he was dressed in leather, she hated that he had tied her up in such a horrid position, and she also hated the young girl that she could see standing right next to him, playing with his cock bulge.
Even though he had fucked her earlier in the evening, she wanted him still, and felt rather jealous with the other girl there.
"No, will you call me Master?" he had said to her.
"No, Reggie. I think that you're crazy. I think that you're just..."
She hadn't had time to finish yelling at him, because she had felt the hard cracking of a whip against her buttocks. She hadn't even noticed that he was holding one in his hand, and by the time he had lashed it out at her, it was too late.
She almost jumped, and as she did, her tits were pierced by the spikes again.
She had started to cry then, and she had told him how much she was feeling pain. She told him how she had been feeling it ever since she had awoke, and discovered the way that he had her tied up.
It was impossible to breathe without a spike cutting her.
"Well then," he said to her, "I would think that you should try to do something about it, Violet. You wouldn't want to keep feeling pain, would you?"
"If you would untie me, then I wouldn't have to worry about pain."
He had laughed then, and he had pushed the girl's hand away from his crotch.
He had walked over to her, and she had felt the way he was starting to open up the tight leather straps that kept her on the spiked pole. When he did, she managed to climb down to the floor, with only a few minor cuts on her feet.
As soon as she had been on the floor, Reggie had moved his fingers to her breast and he had started to massage her nipple.
The gentle feeling made her start to come mildly, but then, the second that she opened her mouth and moaned, he twisted her nipple.
Violet would never forget the way the pain had shot through her body, while Reggie kept twisting her nipple around and around.
"You bastard," she said to him then, and he pulled his other hand back and slapped her hard across the face.
The brunt of his blow had sent her reeling back against the spiked pole, and as soon as she felt her back and ass pressed against the spikes, she had started to scream and she had managed to move away.
Then, he had come after her. He had grabbed her by her red hair, and he had forced her down on her knees. He had pulled her hands behind her back, and he had started to tie them at the wrist, with the leather strap.
Once he had her secure again, he slapped her a few more times.
"You see," he said to her, "you must learn to obey. Any good woman will obey her man, and any woman who loves men will want to know what she can do to keep her man satisfied. Tell me something, Violet. Don't you love men?"
"Not enough to do something like this," she said to him.
"Janet, come here," he said to the girl decked in leather.
Janet had walked forward, and as she had stood beside Reggie, he had moved his hand to her panties, and he had ripped them off.
Violet had seen how thick the girl's brown bush was, and she had also seen how wet and glistening her cunt lips were. She was sure that the feeling of the leather against Janet's crotch had gotten her so wet.
"If you don't like men enough, then you will have to like women."
He had started to push Janet closer, and Violet had realized that Janet was going to be thrusting her cunt against her face.
She tried to turn her head, but within a second, Janet had moved her hand to the back of Violet's head, and she was holding the girl so that she couldn't turn away. And then, Violet felt Janet's wet cunt lips against her mouth.
"Lick me for the Master," Janet had moaned. "He wants you to see that if you disobey, he will make you do things that you don't like."
And it was true. Although she loved to suck on a cock, she had never sucked on a cunt before, and didn't like the idea of it. When she started to smell the fragrance of the girl's wet pussy, it only made things worse. She knew that she shouldn't hate the smell, since her cunt smelled the same way, but still, she didn't like it.
Finally, she had stuck her tongue out, and she had licked the girl's cunt lips. When she did, she had felt the first flow of juices, and Janet had started to moan. By holding the back of Violet's head, Janet had been able to keep thrusting her cunt back and forth against the girl's mouth, and Violet had been forced to swallow the juices from the girl's multiple orgasms.
When Janet had finally been commanded to pull away, Violet had turned her head, and she had seen that Reggie was rubbing his naked cock now. He had pulled his leather pants down below his cock and balls, and when she saw how magnificent his shaft looked then, she thought about how good he had been when he fucked her.
Although he had been hard, thrusting in and out with a fury, she had loved the feeling, and that made her start to think more of pain and pleasure.
When he had been fucking her that way, her pain and pleasure level were almost one. Her pleasure, however, had been higher, so that any time he did something that she might have considered painful, the pleasure took over.
His groin slapping against her thighs had only made her thighs seem more sensitive, and she had loved the way that felt.
She wanted his cock even more, while he played with it, and she had started to walk closer to him, on her knees.
She knew that if she could have, she would have reached out for his cock and taken it in her hands, but since he had her bound, there was no way she could do it.
Reggie had waited until she was so close to his dick, and just when it seemed like she would be able to suck him into her mouth, he had taken a step back, then another, until he was backed against the wall. Even then, he didn't let her suck him, because she had been a disobedient slave.
He told her as much, as he took his cock in his hand and used it as a weapon against her. He started to slap her across the face with his massive tool, hard, and she could feel the way his cock was throbbing, and her cheeks were stinging.
Even though it was painful, she wanted his cock so much.
Thinking of how much she wanted it ad turned her on so much, that she started to come mildly, and when that happened, Reggie laughed.
"Certain pains you can channel into pleasure, but not all pains," he said to her. "Once you have learned to channel them all, you will know that you have reached a state that every woman thinks of. It is the ultimate state."
She had been inhaling deeply, taking in the scent of his cock, and she had wanted it in her cunt more than ever.
Still, when she made a move to get it again, he turned away, and reached for another large whip. He cracked it down against her flesh, over and over again.
With her body passions at a high, the leather was feeling nice. She didn't even realize that he was hitting her hard. In fact, she kept thinking that since she thought it felt nice, he had to be hitting her lightly with the leather, and it was not until much later, when she saw all the deep lash marks on her body, that she knew he had really whipped the shit out of her.
In the meanwhile, she was coming, and
Janet was standing near the wall laughing.
"I think that she's learning fast," Janet said to Reggie. "I think that the Master just knows how to train girls."
Reggie had smiled at Janet, and then he had grabbed Violet by the hair.
"Now tell me that I am your Master," he said to her. "Tell me."
She wouldn't say it to him then, and Janet moved up behind her and started to hit her on the back. She began to scream, telling Violet that she had better say it.
However, at that point, Violet just would not. She felt as if she would be lowering herself in the eyes of this man and didn't want to.
"Show her the ultimate in pain and pleasure," Janet started to say then. "Master, let her know what joys she can achieve."
"No, she doesn't deserve it," Reggie had started to say. "I would only show her. if I thought that she deserved it, and yet, this cunt seems like she deserves only to be kicked in the gutter and shit on."
"Then do that to her. I'll piss on her if you want me to, Master."
They had been talking like they really meant it, and Violet had been scared.
"No, please," she had started to beg. "Don't do anything like that to me. I don't think that
I could bear it."
"Then call me your Master," he said to her. "I want you to tell me that you are the shit slave, and I am the glorious Master."
She had opened her mouth, and she had finally said it, although she had not really meant what she said at first. She had been thinking that if all he needed to let her go, was to hear her call him the Master, then she would do it.
"Now you will get the slave reward," he said to her.
He had pushed her forward then, and he had moved his body behind hers. Within a few more seconds, Violet had felt him moving his tongue down to her buttocks, and he was licking her there, rather gently.
Then, he was starting to spread her ass cheeks wide apart, and she felt the way he was moving his tongue to her asshole.
At first, she had been so frightened, but then, when he kept flicking his tongue back and forth at a nice, steady rate, she felt the way her body was starting to relax, and her asshole was even loosening up.
He was spitting into her asshole, and then, he started to lick his way up her back.
Just as his mouth was near her neck, she felt his cock being plunged into her asshole. He rammed himself in hard and strong, so that within a second, his groin was pressed up against her buttocks, and she could feel how wet his pubic hair was.
"It had been a ripping feeling at first, and all she had felt was pain.
But then, he kept whispering in her ear. He kept telling her that she had to channel it, and that channeling it was the secret.
"Pain to pleasure, pain to pleasure, pain to pleasure," she kept hearing Janet saying over and over again, as if it was some kind of a chant.
And soon, she started to feel the pleasure. When he pulled his cock out of her ass slowly, then thrust in, she could feel the way her whole body was bursting into a sweat, and she was loving the way it felt.
Then, he started to fuck her faster, and as he did, her cunt started to get wet.
She had wished that she could have moved her fingers down to her cunt, but because of the way that he had her tied, it was impossible. However, soon, she could feel him moving his fingers between her legs, and when he felt how wet her cunt was, he started to wiggle her stiff clit back and forth, faster.
Violet had come so hard then, that he had started to moan. She had felt the way her asshole was spasming around his cock, and she was sure that her ass would be milking his dick dry in a few more minutes.
When that happened, she had loved it. She had actually felt the way his cream shot into her in short, but thick spurts, and she had been coming harder than ever.
She had achieved it, on one level. The pain of being fucked in the ass had been pleasure for her.
Later that night, she had learned about the pleasure of the whip, even more than she had earlier, when he had been whipping her.
She had learned that so many things could be done to her body, and each one could work on her in two ways. She could either feel pain, or pleasure, but if she knew how to work one into the other, she would always be safe.
"Just think of what would happen if you . were walking home one night and someone mugged you and dragged you into an alley," Reggie had told her later, after Janet had left, and the two of them were alone.
"What about it?" she had asked.
"Chances are that the mugger will try to rape you. Chances are that the only way the mugger knows how to get off is to beat you to a pulp, and try to bring you pain. He's a sadist, and he'll abuse your body. So, if you know how to turn the pain into some kind of pleasure for yourself, you're safe."
She had never thought about it, but it seemed to make much sense.
He had been rather proud with her, and t way that she had learned, and he had let her spend the night at his place.
She had gone back to work at the diner, thinking that she might never see him again, but then, a few days later, he had dropped by.
He had asked her out again, and that second time when they went out, he had taken her back to his place, where another man was waiting.
She heard him call his friend Donald, and she was sure that she had seen that man's picture in the papers a few times. She was sure that he was another rich millionaire, and she loved keeping company with those kinds of men.
Reggie had told her why his friend was there, and when she heard the reason, she had been a little bit nervous.
Reggie was testing her again, and he wanted to see if she could endure the pain of two cocks in her cunt at the same time.
She didn't know, and at first, she had not been willing to try it, especially when she thought about how big Reggie's cock was alone. When she had seen how big Donald's was, she had been even more hesitant.
They had not let her decide. They had both grabbed her, and they had stripped her and tied her up. Then, they had managed to get into a position, where Donald's crotch was close to Reggie's.
Donald was holding both of their dicks, almost as if the two were one, and Reggie started to guide her down on top of them.
At first, she had felt a ripping pain, in much the same way that she had felt it when she had taken Reggie's cock in her asshole. But then, as they had moved deeper into her, she had started to love it.
For one thing, the clit and cock contact was incredible. It was Reggie's cock that was making contact with her clit, and causing her to come. Because there were to hard dicks in her cunt, the spasms were not even that tight, either, and when they happened, she could really feel her cunt gripping the dicks.
At one point, Reggie had moved his lips to her tits and he had started to bite into her nipples. When he did that, she came harder around the two of them.
It was not long before she had felt one coming in her cunt, and then, the other one had come soon afterwards.
Both men had been quite pleased with the way she had taken them in.
It had pleased Reggie enough to ask her out again, and when he told her that he was taking her back to G's, she was not sure if she wanted to go.
She kept thinking that she would hate it, since she had not gotten such a good impression from the place the first time.
However, she knew how exclusive the place was, and she liked his company.
When she went there for the second time, her whole attitude was different. She had been turned off by all those women being abused by men the first time, but this time, she knew the kind of pleasure that they could feel.
Plus, when Reggie slipped his fingers into her cunt under the table, she loved that, too, and was coming steadily.
She had been surprised to see that Janet, the brown-haired girl who had helped Reggie with her, worked at the club, and she had been even more surprised to see that Janet wore one of those cunt spreaders, that kept her pussy lips wide open.
Still, she knew that Reggie was right. Now that she had learned the channel her pains into pleasures, she was loving the club.
She heard the cracking sound of a whip, and she looked over and saw the way some man was lashing it out at some women, chained on the wall.
The last time she had been there, that kind of scene had turned her off.
But now, as she watched, and she recalled the way the leather would sometimes be lashed across her body, when Reggie got mad at her, she knew how much love and affection was behind the lashing, and she started to come, just watching.
"Your pain is my pleasure, dear," Reggie said to her, and she could see the way he was licking his lips with his tongue. Then, he pinched her clit hard.
CHAPTER FIVE
"And who is this lovely girl you have with you?" Reggie Peters said to Donald Carter, as his friend walked over to their table.
"This is Mary Rogers," Donald said. "Mary, this is Violet. Violet, Mary."
"Join us," Reggie said. "My treat tonight, Don."
"Thanks old boy," Donald said, as he sat down, leaving Mary standing there. He beckoned for her to sit, and she did.
"Well, you're looking very good," Violet said to Donald.
She would never forget him, because you didn't tend to forget either of the two men who both fucked your cunt at the same time, particularly if it was the first time that it had ever happened to you.
She imagined that she might forget some of the men later on, if it would happen to her a few more times, although she was not at all sure.
"Do you know her?" Mary asked Donald, and Violet could tell that the lovely blonde girl was starting to get jealous. In some ways, she hoped that Mary would, because she wanted to see how Donald would treat his date.
Mary was, indeed, jealous. She knew that Donald was something of a playboy, and she had even seen him in action.
She closed her eyes for a second, and remembered the first time that he had ever forced her to go down on him at G's. She hadn't really loved it, but she had loved the feeling of his come pouring into her mouth.
When she had looked up and seen him with the waitress, however, she had been mad.
Donald had been fingering her most of the time while Mary had been sucking him off, and she detested the idea of it.
He had been cursing at her, and her feelings had been mixed at the time.
But then, when she had pulled her head up, and she had heard Donald talk about what a fast learner she was, she had been shocked.
She had sat down and had had more to drink. It was not until the two of them had left together that she had started to show the anger she was feeling.
"You treated me like I was a piece of dirt," she said to him. "No one has ever treated me like that before."
"You should get used to it, baby," he told her. "If you want to spend some time with me and my kind of crowd, get used to it."
That night, she had told him that she didn't want to, and she could remember how she had gone home to sleep. However, thinking about the club and the kinds of things that went on made her more and more curious.
She had laid up half the night, thinking about some of the women there. She thought about one who had been lying over a table, on her stomach. The man who had been fucking her had definitely been thrusting his cock in and out of her asshole, and although Mary thought that was pretty disgusting, she also thought that the woman was crazy to be letting the man do it to her in public.
She'd hardly even stopped to think that she had been crazy to suck Donald off in public, which was what she had done.
Instead, she had thought about that lady, and how the man had been grinding his dick in and out of her asshole.
At one point, when he had pulled back, Mary had seen how big the man's cock was, and she couldn't believe that the lady was taking him in. She had been thinking that it would be hard to get a man that size into her cunt, let alone her ass.
Then, she had thought about the woman chained to the wall.
By the time she and Donald had left G's that night, the woman had been something of a bloody mess, and yet, as they had walked by her, Mary was sure that she woman had been moaning with pleasure.
Having been whipped a few times by her father, she knew what the difference was between groans of pain, and moans of pleasure, and she knew that the woman who was ragged on the wall was feeling pleasure.
Of course, that had started her thinking. She wondered if she could actually learn to turn pair into pleasure. All those other women at the club seemed to know how to do it, she imagined, including the staff.
Almost all of the waitresses had some kinds of devices on their cunts, which, unless they got used to it, had to be painful. She imagined that the women all had to be used to it. They had to. Otherwise, they just never would have been able to walk around the way that they were.
And certainly if they were in pain, they would not have been smiling the way that they were. She could remember the way Pearl's pussy lips had even started to close around the money that Donald had slipped into her cunt.
That night, she had started to masturbate herself. At first, she had let her hands wander down over her body gently. She had felt the way her nipples got stiff when she plucked at them, and how her cunt got wet when she played with her clit.
However, her pleasure had only shot up to a certain height, and then, after that, it had stayed on the same level.
Mary had known that she was capable of better orgasms. She had had more satisfying ones in her life, and she kept thinking that maybe the things that she had seen in that stupid club were responsible for the way she was feeling.
She had started to pluck at her nipples harder, and then, she had felt a mild rush of pleasure. She had pulled even harder, and the pleasure waves had started to increase even more, until she was coming.
That night, she had made herself come a few times.
She hadn't seen him again for the next few days, and she knew that each time the door to the bank opened and she looked over, she was hoping that it would be him, coming back to give her a second chance.
The night after she had gone out with Donald, David Lewis, and old friend of hers, had called her up and asked her out. At first, she had thought that she should stay home because she wanted to wait to hear from Donald.
But then, she had decided to go out with David, thinking that there was no reason why she shouldn't go out and have fun.
Besides, she knew that David was a good lay. She had fucked him the last few times that she had gone out with him, and he was tender and loving, unlike those men in the club the night before, who were hard and unfeeling.
David had bought her flowers and chocolates, and he had taken her out to the theater, and then to a small restaurant for after-theater dinner. He had gotten her so drunk, that she had started to feel more horny than ever.
During the whole cab ride back to her place, she kept running her fingers through his hair over and over again, and she was loving the way he was blowing warm air into her ears. When he moved his lips to hers and kissed her, she felt the way her pleasures were starting to flow.
When they got back to her place, they stood in front of each other and started to strip off their clothing. She watched the way his fingers worked over his shirt buttons, and she could see his smooth chest.
Then, as she was taking her panties off, he was moving his hand to his underwear. He pulled it down, and she saw his hard cock, surrounded by the thick brown hair.
A few moments later, they were on bed, going down on each other.
She had moved her mouth up and down his shaft, and had been happy that she was on top, so that he wouldn't start to fuck her face too hard.
When she had thought about that, however, she had started to wish that maybe he should get on top of her and fuck her face. She had never really liked to have a man dominate her in that way.
All she had thought about then was Donald, and the way he had fucked her face.
Still, David was eating her cunt nicely. He had her cunt lips spread and he was licking her clit and sucking her pussy hard, so that all the juices were flooding right into his mouth. She could feel herself coming, physically, but as far as the actual pleasures went, they seemed to be at a lull.
When she had felt his cock pulsating in her mouth, she had sucked the come right out, and afterwards, they had laid in each other's arms for a while, stroking each other and speaking softly to each other.
Mary had always loved that before, with him, and with other men, however, she was just not into it as much as she had been before she even knew that a whole other sexual world was in existence. That world, of course, was the world of pain.
She had always associated pain with her father whipping her, and beating her, and pleasure was something else.
She remembered the way Donald told her that she had just not learned how to channel one into the other, and that if she had, she would have been able to put up with the things that her father had done to her.
"Something on your mind?" David had asked her when they were talking, and she knew that she had been dreaming of Donald again.
"No, nothing," she said, and she moved her hand back down between his legs and started to tug on his cock.
Soon, he was hard again, and when that happened, he spread her legs wide and started to mount her. She thought that his cock sliding into her cunt felt so nice, and she could feel the way he was thrusting.
As soon as she thought of a word for it, she hated it.
Gentle. That was what he was doing. He was thrusting in and out of her gently, and she couldn't stand the thought of it. She wondered what he would do if she told him to start fucking her hard, so that their flesh was slapping.
She even though about lifting her legs up higher, and having him spank her ass while he was fucking her cunt. She knew that she liked the idea of it when her cunt began to spasm hard around David's cock, but of course, David was sure that it was his fucking which was making her come so hard.
He had slowed down, and she had waited a while, thinking that she wanted it to end. If he was not going to get harder with her, then she really didn't want it. As far as the fuck sensation of his cock in her cunt went, she kept thinking that she could work a dildo in and out of her body and feel as much pleasure as she was feeling from his cock inside of her.
Mary had hated herself that night, and the only thing that she had liked was the fact that she did not have to really fake her orgasms.
She had never had to fake them with David that night, and chances were good that if she had not been fantasizing about the pain being inflicted upon her, she would have had to do it.
However, each time that she thought about being forced to cater to a man, she would feel her whole body starting to get hotter. Then, she would start to spasm hard around his cock, and he would think that she was loving his fucking.
When he had finally come, she had been happy, because she had wanted it to end.
But then, he had thought he would stay over that night, and she felt terrible telling him that she really didn't want him there.
Three days later, Donald had come back to the bank, just as she was taking lunch. He asked her if she would mind going out to eat with him, and she said no, so long as they didn't go to the G club.
He had taken her to a small, exclusive restaurant, and he had asked her how she was feeling. She acted like everything was all right, when deep down, she knew that it was not. She knew that she was building up feelings for him, and that if she did not control herself soon, she wouldn't be able to stop them.
"I would like to take you out to G's again one night," he said to her. "The only thing is, you really don't seem to fit in there."
"I know I don't have money like most of the people have, but..,. "
"I'm not talking of money now, darling, and you know that. I'm talking about endurance. You were turned off by the theories that the club is run by, and seeing as how that's the case, I can't imagine you're ever wanting to get into it."
"Oh, but I do," she said to him, and she started to turn red.
And so, he had told her that he would take her back, but that she would have to be much more cooperative and understanding that night.
Now they were back, and Mary knew that she wasn't acting right. She told herself that there was no reason to be jealous of this girl Violet, because Donald was her date and Violet was with this Donald Carter.
However, when she opened her eyes and looked, Violet was no longer there. Then, she could see the way the redheaded girl was on . her knees, sucking at Donald's cock. Mary kept her eyes wide open as she watched Violet moving her mouth back and forth over Donald's cock, sometimes taking him all the way down to his balls.
She was ready to say something, when Mario stood up on the stage.
"Well, wait until you see what else we have desire," Janet went on. "I know that Pearl likes to bust her ass to make sure that you're all served promptly, but once in a while, if someone starts to finger this pussy of hers, and she gets too turned on, she'll stand near the table and let the man go on.
"Well, that's cool for the man with the fingers, but what about the one who's ordered a drink and is sitting there waiting? You know the feeling when you're dying for that alcohol, and you look over and see her standing there getting fingered. Don't you' want to take the whip to her?"
"Yeah," a crowd of men started to call out. "Yeah, whip that bitch."
Janet held up the whip again, and cracked it against the bound girl's flesh. She started to whip Pearl over and over again, and she could see the way that Pearl's cunt lips were starting to get wetter.
"Look at that," Janet said. "You can't even punish this cunt if you want to. You can't even do anything to bring her pain, because this bitch has learned how to channel all her pain into pleasure."
"Shouldn't we all," one woman yelled out, and the others all seemed to be in full agreement, except for Mary.
"I bet I can pull her clit and she won't mind," Janet said.
She walked closer to Pearl, and moved her gloved fingers into the girl's cunt. She started to wiggle her clit back and forth faster and faster, and Pearl was soon thrusting her hips back and forth against Janet's fingers.
"Yeah, keep it up, Janet," she started to moan.
But then, Janet pulled her fingers away, and she turned back to the audience.
"To demonstrate. Someone name something that's painful. Someone name something that should make this bitch squirm. Come on, you horny bastards out there. Name something that you'd want to see that will make your cock shoot off and stay hard, because it turns you on that much, that you don't want to lose your hard-on."
Suddenly, there were shouts all over the room, and Mary tried to listen to the things that the men were yelling out.
There were just so many suggestions, though, that soon, it sounded like a mob scene, and she couldn't make out any one single thing.
But then, someone threw a lighter up on the stage, and Janet went over and picked the thing up. She started to run her fingers over it, and she looked into the audience with the. slyest smile on her face.
"I hope I get to keep this thing when it's over," she said.
"Yeah, keep it bitch, but burn her first," one man yelled out.
"Thanks," Janet said. "I always wanted to get me a solid gold lighter."
She moved right in front of Pearl again, and flicked the lighter on. Then, she started to move the flame closer and closer to Pearl's hard brown nipple, and at first, Mary really didn't believe that the girl was burning her friend.
But then, she could smell it. She could actually smell the scent of charred flesh, and she saw the expression on Pearl's face.
Although she seemed to be in fiery pain, she was still running her tongue over her lips, gently, and moaning softly at the same time.
"Oh, this is heaven," she started to say, and as she did, Janet pulled the lighter away, and laughed in front of the audience.
"Do you know what this whole demonstration proves, men?" she asked. "It proves that the next time you wait for your drink, because some dude has his fingers shoved up this cunt's hole, there's nothing you can do but wait.
"And you know why? Because Pearl has reached nirvana. She knows how to channel all her pains into pleasures. There is no way that you could torture this girl. You can beat her until her skin is black and blue, and chances are quite good that Pearl is going to love you for it.
"Do you know what kind of reward I give to someone like her?"
And Janet didn't say anything more. Instead, she sunk to her knees in front of the bound girl, and she started to move her lips to Pearl's tits. She sucked on the woman's nipples, sucking one, then the other.
Then, she started to lick her way down. Pearl thrust her cunt forward so that Janet could taste the juices flowing into her mouth.
Janet was sucking harder and harder as Pearl kept thrusting her pussy, and soon, the audience was cheering, like they were seeing the act of the century.
The curtain started to close, but Mario walked out.
"No, leave it open. Let's watch Janet do her second favorite thing in the world. Most us know how well she can suck a dick, but look how much she loves to suck on a pussy, too. For all of you horny women out there, keep that in mind. Janet can suck your cunt better than most men, I'm sure. But remember to tip."
Mary looked at Donald then, and noticed that he was pulling his hard cock out of Violet's mouth. He patted her on the head.
"Thanks, Vi, but I don't feel like I want to come yet."
As he turned to face Mary, he was stuffing his dick back into his pants, and he had a nice pleasant smile on his face.
"Well, what do you think of the show?" he asked her. "If you want, I can ask Janet to come over here and lick your cunt for you. Mario's right, from what some of the women here have told me. She can lick a wicked cunt."
"No," Mary said, shaking her head and trying to hide her anger.
"Why not?" Violet asked. "I think that I'd like her over here. I've always thought that she's kind of lovely. I've always thought that I could get into it."
"Then you do it," Mary said to her. "You do it."
She stood up and started to run toward the bathroom, and as she ran away, Donald smiled at Vi, and nodded his head.
"Go after her and see what's wrong. See if she needs any help."
"Sure thing, Don. But I want you to come in my mouth as a reward. Later."
He winked at her, and watched her run off after Mary.
Then, he and Reggie looked back at the stage, but they were too late. Janet had just brought Pearl off, and Mario was telling them to pull the curtain closed.
Reggie smiled when Donald looked at him, and Donald felt edgy.
"I thought that she would adjust," Donald said to him. "She didn't seem to like it here the first time, and I gave her another chance."
"She is a little squeamish if you ask me," Reggie said. "Really, Don, don't you think that Mary is not the type? You know that every girl is not the type. Maybe she's just hopeless. Wouldn't you say?"
"I don't agree that every girl is not the type. Every girl is the type. It's a mental thing, Reg. Once you can get it in your head that it's supposed to turn you on, it will in fact, turn you on."
"I guess so," Reggie said. "At least I like to think so."
Just then, Violet came back to the table, and she sat down. She moved her hand to Donald's crotch and stroked his hard dick.
"I guess we'll have to wait for that cocksucking another time," she said. "Mary is not in such good shape, Don. She was puking her guts up all over the bathroom, and said she wanted to be alone. Then, she told me that when she's ready, she wants you to take her home. I guess you'll have to do that."
"I guess," Donald said, and as he looked at
Reggie, his friend was reading the expression on his face, and smiling.
Because both of them knew that Donald had no intentions qf taking the girl home, and leaving her thinking that they were all sick. No. He had, in fact, every intention of teaching her once and for all.
CHAPTER SIX
Mary Roger s was in pain, and she could think of nothing but pain.
He had tied her up onto some kind of apparatus, and no matter how she moved, all that she could feel was pain.
It was some kind of cement block, and she was sitting on the base of it. Her hands were pulled behind her back, and they were cuffed together with thick manacles.
The pole between the manacles had been run through a metal ring, hammered into the cement, so she couldn't pull her hands free.
The cement apparatus that she was on was one large piece, and part of it came up in front of her body. Right near where her cunt was, there were spikes sticking up, and each time she would try to lift her cunt up, to pull it away from the spikes, she could feel pain elsewhere in her body.
There was another spiked piece pressed against her legs near the back of her knees, and each time she would pull her cunt up, those spikes would press against her legs, and cut into her flesh. Of course, when she would pull herself up, too, there would be that straining on her hands, because of the way the manacles would slide against them and cut into her flesh there.
"Please, Donald, let me go," she started to moan. "Please. I don't know why you put me here, but I don't like it."
"Bullshit," she heard a voice say, and she didn't know where it was coming from.
"I'm not lying," she said to him. "It hurts and I don't like it."'
"But you do know why you are there," he said to her.
She closed her eyes and managed to choke back some tears.
That much was true. She did understand why he had put her there.
When she had come out of the bathroom, after cleaning herself up, she had asked him to take her home. She had seen how upset he was .about having to leave the club, and she had even suggested that he give her money and she'd take a cab.
"No, I'll take you home," he said to her. "Come ne."
His chauffeur driven limo had been parked outside, and they had climbed into the back. Then, as the man had started to drive, Donald had reached for some cocaine, which he had started to short.
He filled the spoon again and held it under her nose, but she shook her head.
"No, I don't want any of that," she said to him. "I don't like coke." "Darling, never turn down coke, especially when it's being held right under your nose. Just snort it right up and hold it in."
And so, even though she hadn't really wanted to, she did. She didn't think that it would be worth arguing about, and he was right. One long sniff and the spoon was empty, and there was nothing more to discuss about it.
But then, he had started to stroke her blonde hair, and he spoke softly.
"Would you like to tell me about it?" he asked her. "Would you like to tell me why you got sick in the bathroom?"
"I thought that I would like the club this time," she said to him. "I thought that I would be able' to put up with it. I thought that I could get into what was going on, and turn pain into pleasure, but I can't."
"Never say you can't do something," he told her. "It's not the right attitude."
"Look, Donald, I thought that I would do it, because I like you. I thought that I would be able to do anything that I wanted, so long as you wanted it, too. But when I was watching that girl suck you off. , . "
"You were jealous," he said to her. "I could see it in your eyes."
"But you did nothing about it," she told him.
"And why should I? Was" I supposed to pull my dick out of her mouth so that you wouldn't be jealous any longer. Really, Mary, you're placing too high a standard on your own person. You're not worth all that much."
She had been so angry with him then, that she had slapped him across the face.
However, she had not been expecting him to lift his hand to her, which was just what he did. After she slapped him, he moved his hand to her face and slapped her back.
She had started to cry then, and he had held more coke under her nose. She had felt pretty good from the first snort, and hoped that the second one would make her feel even better, which it did manage to do.
"Now, if you could only learn," he said to her. "You would be perfect."
"I don't want to learn," she said to him. "I don't want to learn. You have to want it, and I don't. I think, now, that you are sick. I think that your friends are all kind of sick, too. I think that this whole thing you're telling me about is sick."
He had gotten so angry with her then, that he had slapped her harder.
And that was when she was sure she passed out, because now that she was conscious again, she was bound, and in pain.
"All right," she screamed. "I do know why I'm here. I never should have told you that you and your friends were sick. I had no right to do that."
"Apology accepted," she heard his voice say, and then, silence.
"If that's the case, then come and let me go," she said to him. "I'll leave and you'll never see me again. I'll never tell anyone about you or what you're into, and I swear that I'll never tell anyone about G's."
"Darling, when you decided to come with me to that place, that time, that was all right. I knew that I could take you once, and if you didn't like it, nothing would come of it. That would be it between you and I. But you wanted to come back, and I know that you wanted to learn. Now, you have no choice."
"Learn what?" she said to him, and she felt like she was going to cry again.
"Learn to turn your pain into your pleasure," he said.
And then, she could hear the loud cracking sound, and at the same time, she could feel something hitting her on the back.
She closed her eyes and realized that it was leather. As she pushed her body forward, to try and avoid another blow, she felt the way her tits were being pushed up against some spikes that were connected to another part of the cement apparatus.
She started to scream louder, and then, the leather hit her again.
"Your father might have been whipping you for some reason or other," she heard Donald's voice say, "but you should have realized then that you could channel it. It will be harder to break you now, but I know that I can."
Her father! Her father!
She was sorry that she had ever told him about her father, but now that he brought it up, she just couldn't stop thinking about the man.
She could remember the ways that he would abuse her.
She had been so young the first time he had ever whipped her, and she would never forget how hard he had hit her, and how much pain he had caused to flow in her body.
"I couldn't help it," she started to scream out loud, but Donald didn't answer.
She knew what she was referring to then. The first time he had whipped her was when she had only been nine years old.
He had gotten drunk, and he had started to whip and abuse her mother. When she had heard her mother screaming, she had run into the room, thinking that he was killing her, or something like that. - .
"You bastard," she had screamed at him, because she could hear her mother screaming, and she was thinking that if she could get his attention, he would stop whipping her mother, and leave them both alone.
She had gotten his attention all right, and as he had turned around, he had let the leather lash out in her direction. He had hit her right on the hand, and then, he had started to lash her over and over.
Soon, her clothing had been ripped in the front, especially near her belly where he was aiming the whip, and it was not until her mother had jumped onto her father's back and started to claw his face with her nails, that the man had stopped.
"Get out of here now," her mother had started to yell at her. "Please, Mary, get out of here now. Lock yourself in the bathroom."
She had, but. even as she had stood shuddering in the corner, she had heard the lashing sound over and over again, and her mother's painful groaning following each lashing.
She knew that her father was whipping her mother, possibly harder, because of the way her mother had helped her to escape.
Soon, however, the sound of leather hitting skin had stopped, and she decided that she had. to go and see what was happening.
When she opened her bedroom door she could hear the sound of moaning, and she slowly walked toward her parent's bedroom door. It had been ajar, and when she had looked in, Mary couldn't believe what she was seeing.
There was her mother, strapped down to the bed. It looked like her father had pulled both of her mother's arms up to the bedposts, and tied each one separately. Then, it looked like her legs had been spread wide apart, and each ankle had a rope around it, too. Then, there was another strap laced across her mother's breasts, and Mary remembered the way i looked like her mother's breasts were being confined.
The leather strap had looked, in fact, like i was cutting right into the woman's nipples, but that was only the beginning.
Her father's cock had been hard, and he w starting to rub it all over her mother's body Mary thought that his cock looked scary.
It was so big and thick, and besides, he mother seemed scared of it, too.
Just when her father had been moving it toward her mother's mouth, rubbing it against her lips, Mary had herd the poor woman groaning.
"No, you'll kill me with that thing," she h; been saying. "Please don't."
"You love to suck it, and you know it," he father had said.
"Not when I'm like this. Not when you have me tied down, and you're getting ready t force it on me. I can't bear it that way."
"You'll just have to get used to it then," the man had said, and he had started to laugh a the same moment that he had thrust.
Mary remembered the way the huge shaft had just disappeared between her mother's lips and a few seconds later, she had been sure that her mother was choking. She could see tears running down the woman's cheeks, and she could even hear the distinct sound of the woman gagging.
All she had thought about then was what it might be like to live all alone with her father, and that had caused her to yell out. The thought' of her father killing her mother, so that she would be all alone with him and he could abuse her, was much too terrifying, and she knew she had to stop him.
"Don't," she had started to scream at him. "Don't. You're going to kill my Mommy and I don't want you to. Leave her alone."
He had pulled out of her mother's mouth then, and he had started running after her. She hadn't been prepared for it.
The whole time he had been towering over her, with his hard cock bobbing up and down in the air, and his hand hitting her constantly, she had heard her mother on the bed, screaming and crying. The woman had been screaming at both of them, really, since she was as upset with Mary as she was with her husband.
"Stop hitting her, you'll kill her," she was screaming at the man. "Mary, you stupid fool, I told you to stay in your bedroom. I told you not to come out. Let me up, Jack. Let me up. Leave her alone. You stupid girl, Mary."
Mary had seen something happening then.
While her father had been towering over her, she had seen the way his cock started to pulsate a little bit. Then, there was white cream shooting out of the head of his cock.
It had landed all over her face, and it seemed like the man had been aiming it there.
After that, he had calmed down a little bit. He had told her to get back to her room and try to forget about what had happened.
However, she couldn't. The cream had started to dry on her face, and she had thought that there was just something so evil about it drying like that.
"What are you thinking about?" she heard Donald say to her then.
"What?" she asked, and she was suddenly back in the present.
She knew for sure, when she felt the whip hitting her back again.
"I asked you what you were thinking about, and I want an answer. You were thinking about your father, weren't you?"
"No," she said to him, and the moment that she did, she felt the whip again.
"I'm beginning to know you better than you think, Mary. Don't try to hide these things from me. I know that when I mentioned your father, you must have started to think about him. I know that much about you. Tell me about him."
"No," she screamed, and she was in tears again. "Donald, leave me alone. Let me go. I don't want to see you anymore. I like you, but we're from two different worlds and I don't want to learn about this one."
"You don't want to know how to enjoy pain?" he asked her. "You really should learn how to enjoy it. Don't you understand how much pain and suffering there is in this whole fucking world? Don't you wish you could channel all of that into your own pleasure? Now tell me about your father."
She closed her eyes, and she could see an image of herself, when she was fifteen. Her mother had been out for the evening, playing cards with some friends, and she had been left all alone with her father.
She had been getting undressed when he had walked into her room, and she'd tried to cover herself with her nightgown.
"Let me see my loving daughter," he had -said, and he's reached over and pulled the nightgown away from her, revealing her naked body.
Then he had pushed her back on the bed. When she had seen the way he was moving his hands to his zipper, she had been scared.
The first time he had ever attacked her, she had known very little about sex. She had seen his cock working, but had never really understood it. However, that second time when she was fifteen, she had known more.
Her friends had all been talking about i and one of them had even gone into detail telling Mary just what it was like to suck o her boyfriend's cock. Mary had not really bee able to understand how someone could take cock into her mouth. After all, she had kept thinking, isn't the cock what a man pissed from?
However, her friend had said that she' loved it, and she described the come.
Mary had felt chills running through he body, as she'd heard it and thought about the way her father had come on her once.
She knew, as he was opening his zipper, the he was probably going to expect her to take his cock into her mouth, and she hated the idea of it.
When he had moved his cock closer, she ha thought of something. As soon as he ha thrust it between her lips, she had bit into it hard.
Her father had started to scream, and she would never forget what had happened to he next. He had pulled his belt out of his pant and he had started to whip her on the back harder than she was even biting him.
"Let up, you bitch," he had said to her, an she had to.
The pain he had been inflicting in her body had been too much for her. She had felt the way the belt was cutting into her flesh on her back, and she knew that the wetness she could feel running along her flesh was her own blood.
She had opened her mouth more, and then, her father had taken her by the back of her head, and he had started to thrust.
She could hardly even keep up with him. His cock, which had gotten smaller when she bit into him, was soon fully hard again, and he had been thrusting it in and out of her mouth so fast, that she had been choking a bit.
She remembered the way she had heard her mother choking, and she knew that it was because of her father's thick cock head, and the way it plunged right into her throat each time that he rammed himself in.
When he had started to pulsate, she had been a little bit happier, because she had sensed that he was going to come. She had not relished the thought of swallowing his come, but she knew that his cock would go soft, at least, and that was a step in the right direction when it came to keeping herself from choking.
He had come in her mouth, and she hadn't swallowed it. She had managed to hold it all on her tongue, and when he pulled his cock out of her mouth, she had let it drip down her chin and neck. That had infuriated him once again.
"Next time you learn to swallow it, you bitch," he said, and he had slapped her across the face one final time before leaving the room.
That night, when she had gone into the shower, she had felt the stinging pain on her back, and it had taken weeks for the cut flesh to heal properly.
When she felt Donald lashing her on the back again, she had to turn her head to have a look at her back. As she did, she could feel the way the blade was cutting into her cunt again, and she hated it.
But then, she could feel something that was rather nice.
When she moved her cunt the right way, her clit was rubbing against a part of the blade that was not pointed. All she had to do was move a little bit more, and she was no longer pressed against the cutting part of the blade, at least when it came to her tiny love button. She moved a bit more, and she could feel the way that it was beginning to stiffen on her.
"Mmmm," she started to moan, and she heard Donald laugh.
"You see," he said, and then he lashed her on the back. "You're starting to learn and understand it, Mary. You're starting to know that you can take the pain you think you feel, and make it pleasure."
"My clit is stiff," she moaned. "I can feel the way it's starting to make my cunt wet. That's what's making me feel good."
"But it's pressed against the blade," Donald said, and she felt the way he was running his fingers over her back.
Her back was starting to sting a bit, because of the way his fingers were touching her bruised flesh, and she gasped, softly.
"I know," she said. "I've managed to get it stiff."
"What were you thinking about when you got it stiff?" he asked her.
"Nothing. I didn't have to think of anything. I just wanted to see my back, and when I moved, it was rubbing against the blade in a different way."
"Very good," he said to her. "I can see that when you have learned, it will be most beneficial for you. You see, some of the girls have to think pleasant thoughts in order to keep themselves turned on. But not you. You can do it when you start to rub your cunt in the right way. It's helpful."
She heard the sound of unzipping, and as she turned her head, she could see -that Donald had pulled his hard cock out of his pants.
As she looked at how magnificent his shaft was, she started to think of the other shaft that she had seen quite often.
Her father's. Although he had whipped her and abused her many times, he had only made her take him in orally, which she had always been a bit grateful for. She hadn't wanted him to be the first man to fuck her.
He had had an ugly cock, and she had always hated the thought of taking it into her mouth. Still, when he forced her, there was nothing she could do.
Donald's cock, however, was beautiful. She noted that it was much bigger than her father's cock had been, and she could remember the way she had choked on Donald's cock a little bit, each time he had thrust it into her mouth, that night at G's.
But it had been worth it, because of how nice looking the shaft was.
She started to lick her lips, and he laughed at her.
"You like the looks of my dick, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes," she said to him. "It's very beautiful. I wish that my hands were free so that I could touch it. Would you open these cuffs?"
"No, but I'll show you what I will do," he said, and as he started to move in front of her, she noticed the way his cock was just at her mouth level.
She moved it to her lips, and started to rub it there. She could taste the sweet flavor of his cock on her lips, and she could also smell the strong musky male odor of his groin. She started to feel pleasure running through her body.
Then, Donald thrust his cock into her mouth, without even moving his hands to the back of her head, and she was so eager to get him all the way into her mouth, that she moved her mouth all the way down the shaft.
He loved it, and he started to guide her head. As he did, he noticed the way her entire body was moving, including her cunt, which was pressing back and forth against the blade that was there. He could even see the slightest trace of blood, and he knew that her cunt was getting cut a bit.
And yet, she was getting off on his cock so much, that she hardly even seemed to notice. When he saw the way her body was starting to get all wet with sweat, and saw the way her nipples were so stiff, he knew something else.
As he looked down between her legs then, there was more cunt cream than blood, and Donald was happy to see that she was coming.
He kept moving her body anyway, and he could feel the way his own cock was starting to throb in her mouth. He knew that he wanted to come in her throat, and when he felt the strong urge to shoot off his load, he thrust deep into her throat.
She started to come even harder then, and he was laughing as she was choking down the abundant amount of cream that his cock was shooting off.
"You might not even realize how well you've just done for yourself," he said, between short breaths. "But you have managed to suck me off all the way, and you are coming like a bitch in heat, even with the blade cutting into you."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Laurel screamed when she woke up and found herself in such a horrid position, and she started to scream out for Mary.
Mary laughed, and she was glad that her friend couldn't hear her. She placed her hand on Donald's thigh, and started to slide it upward, until she was massaging his cock bulge with her hand, and marveling at how big he was.
They both looked at Laurel, and she felt his cock pulse more.
Her red haired friend was bound in a most hideous position.
She was stooped down, because it was the only way Laurel could be without too much pain flowing through her body. After all, there was the large wooden piece that was held close to her thighs and cunt, by a leather G-string around her cunt. Spikes were running across the top of the wooden block, and because of how large Laurel's tits were, they were almost pressed down against the spikes.
Another large wooden block was leaning on the girl's shoulders, and her hand were manacled to the wood. It was a heavy piece, Mary knew, because she had tried to lift it herself, and that accounted for the fact that Laurel was stooped down, as well as the other large piece of wood near her cunt.
The soles of her feet were raised up off the floor just the slightest bit, too, because of the slippers that they had put on her feet.
It was all right to press her toes down flat against the shoes, because there was nothing there, but if she were to lean her soles down on the shoes, there were spikes, and they would have cut right into Laurel's feet.
Mary loved the look of pain on her friend's face, and she had to smile when Laurel started to scream out again. When Laurel turned h head, her red hair fell across her face, and she tried to shake it away, her large tits we pressed down against the spikes once again and she screamed.
Mary started to feel the kind of pleasure which was running through her cunt.
She closed her eyes, and thought about that time when she had been sucking off Donald and he had started to come in her mouth. He cunt had been pressed against the blade in that awful device, and yet, she had been coming.
Donald had told her how proud he was that she could come like that, and in the end, she had to tell him that she hardly even realize what was happening. She had, in fact, gotten off on sucking his cock so much, that she hadn't even noticed the way her cunt had bee spasming so hard around the blades.
"I still don't like pain that much," she ha said to him, later that night when he ha untied her and they had been eating. "I thin it's the leather that turns me off. My father used to whip me, and I hate the sound of it, as well as the feel."
That night, against her will, she had let hi tie her up. When he had suggested tying he arms and legs to the bedposts, she had, o course, immediately thought about her mother and the way her father had done it to the woman.
She had told Donald no, but he had been adamant about his decision to do it.
"You'll feel the leather against your wrists, and you'll like it," he said.
And as she had felt him pulling it tighter around her ankles, she had liked the smooth feeling of it. After she had been secured, Donald had started to whip her lightly on her belly, light enough so that it was pleasant.
There had been certain points when he had moved the whip handle toward her cunt, and he had started to rub it against her lips. Once they were wet, they had spread wide open, and the leather had been pressed against her clit.
Her love button was hard, and so, the contact had been sensational.
After he had rubbed her softly, he had started to press the whip against her clit even harder, and she had known what he was doing.
He had been trying to show her that pain was just a few steps away from pleasure. By starting it at a nice, pleasant rate, and then going on and making it harder, he was still leading her along the path of pleasure.
She had started to moan very loud then, and she had been thrusting her hips up and down against the whip handle, until she had come.
"You see," he told her. "You can do it, Mary. I'm glad that you can."
She had not been at all sure, until later that night. He had untied her, and when he had started to make tender love to her, she had liked it. When he had been eating her cunt, he had been licking her gently.
But then, every so often, just as he was about to make her come, he would bite into her clit, and she would feel a momentary bolt of pain. That short bolt of pain, however, had not been enough to turn her off completely.
He had worked so long in working her up to a pleasure high, that the slightest bite into her clit could not bring her down all the way.
So, little by little, he had been showing her the way she could channel one into the other, and she had started to understand it all. Later, after he had made her come a few times with his oral sex, he had started to fuck her.
Even then, he had used some variation. She had her legs up on his shoulders, and he was sliding his cock in and out of her cunt gently. But then, when she was not expecting it, he would start to fuck her hard.
She'd feel the way his groin slapped against her thighs, and even feel how his low hanging balls whacked her on the buttocks. His cock would press against her clit even more, sometimes to the point where she felt that he was crushing her.
And yet, her passions had just continued to climb. No matter how hard he had started to get with her, there had been no way to bring her down.
Mary had loved it, when she was coming, he started to spank her on the ass.
She had felt the way the stings were starting to make her buttocks tingle with more and more pleasure, and even as he had been thrusting his cock in and out of her, he had been explaining it all to her at the same time.
"You see. Your passions are raised. All of your nerve endings are open to feeling. My slapping you is just intensifying a feeling. If I rubbed you, it would feel all right, but the slaps make your skin tingle, and since the nerve endings are open, it can be much better than anything that's tender."
She had had to agree with him, for the slaps had made her whole body feel like it was on fire, and she had started to moan loud.
Then, she had come even harder, and soon, he had come in her.
The next day, when she had been working at the bank, all that she had thought about was what had happened with him the night before. Even though she had felt the pain turn to pleasure, she had still been so unsure of it.
She had kept thinking that there was something abnormal about it.
For the next few days, she saw him often, but she had never let him know just what she was thinking about. She knew how much he was starting to like her, and she loved it when he took her out to all these expensive places.
More than anything else, she liked to take him back to her apartment, because she always felt much safer there with him.
In her place, she knew where everything was. Plus, she did not have all the equipment that he had at his place.
When they fucked in her bed, the only thing that he could do was fuck her hard, slapping his cock in and out of her cunt. He would always start off tender, so that her passions would be raised before he would start with the hard fucking.
And then, when he would get harder, she wouldn't care.
However, there were nights when he wanted to go with her to his place, and on those nights, he would always use a whip on her. Sometimes, she would be tied to one of those devices where her tits would be threatened with piercing spikes, or there would be a small fire going on under her cunt, and the slightest move would bring her cunt closer to it, and cause her to burn.
Mentally, Mary had gotten used to those things, and she was even able to channel the hot fiery feeling into something that was pleasurable.
However, a few days earlier, he had been whipping her hard, and she had started to cry out, because the pain was too great.
Donald had been furious. He felt as if she had regressed quite a bit, since she had learned how to handle those things weeks before. She told him that she was still trying, and hoped to master it all one day.
"I keep thinking about something though," she said to him. "Whenever I'm tied up, I can't stop thinking about it."
"What?" he asked her, and at first, she had been so scared to tell him.
However, he had once told her that there was really nothing she could not tell him, because he would understand, and even though she had believed him, she had not been as open with him as she possibly could.
"I wonder what it would be like to be the master," she said to him. "Maybe if I knew what it was like, I could get into it more."
"You would like me to be the slave?" he had asked her.
"If you wouldn't mind," she had said, and they had been in bed then.
She would never forget the way that Donald had moved his fingers to her nipple, and he had pulled on it so hard, that she had almost thought he would pull it off. All the pleasure that she might have been feeling from him that night, died in a second.
"I will never let you be the master over me," he had said to her. "I am the total Master. over you, and never shall I change roles."
"I'm sorry," she had been groaning, for the pain had been intense.
Then, he had stopped, and he had kissed her on the lips. He had started to fuck her again, but she had known that he was thinking. She could tell from the intense look on his face, and also, he was not thrusting in and out of her as hard as he usually would, as if his mind was in another place.
After he had come, he had stroked her more gently, and smiled.
"Perhaps we could work something out," he had said to her. "If you know a friend who you wouldn't mind working on, we could use her."
"What do you mean?" she had asked him, even though she already had a good idea.
"I mean that maybe you have a friend who you would like to train. Some girl. Maybe someone who you work with. You could train her, and in doing so, will know what it's like to be the master over someone else."
She had smiled then, and immediately, she had thought about Laurel.
Laurel was a lovely girl with huge tits whom Mary worked with at the bank, and on more than one occasion, she had heard Laurel talking about her boyfriends.
The last time Laurel had been having lunch with Mary, she had talked about the way one of her .boyfriends was a sadist, and how he had beaten her up many times while making love to her, leaving her body black and blue.
At first, Mary hadn't understood how a girl could do that, for she had heard the story long before meeting Donald. She had thought that any woman who let a man beat her black and blue was crazy. Of course, she had not even thought about her mother that much, who had been one of those women.
She had told Donald all about Laurel, and he had told her to ask Laurel out.
The three of them had gone to G's, and Laurel had been thrilled. Her boyfriend had told her about the place many times, even though he had never taken her.
"He's too poor," she said to both of them, as they were being driven over in Donald's limousine. "He said that it's just a place where rich men go, but he heard a lot about it from his friends. He just can't afford to take me."
Mary had been smiling the whole time, thinking that Laurel might really love the place. Of course, Laurel's boyfriend would have gone crazy over it, since the men were all the masters in a place like that. Still and all, she had not wanted Laurel's boyfriend to come along, because the idea had been to get Laurel back to Donald's.
She had been shocked when they had first walked in and she had seen the kind of device that the girls were wearing on their cunts, to keep themselves spread wide open.
Then, she had looked all around at the various whippings that were going on.
"I can see now why Joe likes the idea of this place," she commented, as she was drinking more and more champagne. "Do you like it, Mary?"
"I didn't like it at first, but I've gotten used to it."
"Mary has changed quite a bit since I met her," Donald pointed out. "The second time that she was here, she almost got sick all over the place, but now, she's managed to improve one hundred per cent."
Later on, in the bathroom, Laurel had talked with Mary.
"Are you into being whipped and tied?" she had asked her friend. "I mean, I can't imagine you not being, if you come to a place like this."
"A bit, but I'm learning how to like it more and more. How about you?"
"I don't know. It all depends on who s doing it to me. I mean, I guess if I liked a guy enough, I would let him do anything that he wanted to do to me. But, if I didn't, then I wouldn't let him touch me."
"And you must like Joe then," Mary said to her, and Laurel nodded. "How about Donald? Do you think he's nice, Laurel?"
Laurel had blushed then, and she had tried not to answer the question, until Mary had insisted that the girl do just that.
"I won't care what you say. If you like him, that's fine, Laurel. The two of us have an incredibly open relationship. In fact, the reason I even asked you out was because Donald saw a picture of you in my apartment, and wanted to meet you."
Laurel had been so excited then, that Mary thought she was acting like a little girl. She had started smiling even more.
"I do like him," Laurel said then. "I think that he's one of the most attractive men I've ever met in my life. He's fantastic."
"Would you like to make it with him?" Mary had asked her then.
"I would. I mean, I wouldn't. I mean, well, he's with you tonight, Mary, and I would feel so strange doing something like that."
"Well, it could be the three of us," Mary had said to her then.
Then, Laurel had started to smile, and Mary had loved the look of it.
"J always did think that you went both ways," Laurel had said to her. "I was never all that sure, but I had a feeling. I do, too, Mary. I would have told you that much sooner, but I didn't think you did. If I knew, I would have let you know, because I've always thought that you were a hot looking girl."
Of course, Mary had smiled, and she had acted like she was proud of what Laurel was saying. However, she had never thought of what it would be like to make love to the redheaded girl, and still wasn't thinking about it, even as she and Donald watched Mary's reactions to her surroundings, now that she was tied.
Mary had gone back to .talk with Donald later, and she had told him that everything would be all right. She had, in fact, told him that they should leave the place as soon as Laurel was finished in the bathroom.
On the way back to his place, Mary had asked Donald for some cocaine, and of course, they had let Laurel snort some first, because they were really giving her the sleeping powder to knock her unconscious.
It had been Mary's idea to tie the girl up the way she was now bound. Donald had carried Laurel up to his apartment, and then, he had taken Mary to a room that she had never seen before in his place.
The room had all kinds of toys, including wooden spiked blocks, and shoes, and other kinds of manacles and whips and things.
"Take whatever you want, and then go make her your slave," Donald had said to Mary. "Bind her and do what you want with her."
So Mary had tied Laurel up, after stripping her of course, and she had been more than impressed with the girl's naked body.
Now, as she saw the way Laurel's tits were heaving up and down in fear, she had to start smiling even more. She could see the way that the spikes were cutting into them, and she heard Laurel scream again.
"I think that you should go out there," Donald said to her. "I think that you've kept her waiting long enough. You know that if you don't go out soon, she's going to build up a mental resistance to what you're trying to do."
Mary stood up, and looked down at the leather panties she had on. She was also wearing a tight leather bra, with two holes, one in each cup so that her nipples were sticking through in all their fullness.
She picked up a whip, and snapped it onto the floor.
"I feel such power already," she said to Donald. "I like the way that it feels."
Slowly, she walked toward the door, and then out into the hall. She knew that Donald would be watching her through the one way, see-through mirror, and the thought of that was turning her on a great deal.
As soon as she opened the door to the roof where Laurel was, Laurel looked over, and then, she started to scream.
"Mary, what the fuck has happened to me? Why did you tie me up like this? Why are you dressed the way that you are? Help me."
Mary pulled the whip back, and then cracked it across her friend's naked breasts. She could see the way Laurel's nipples were sc super stiff, and when she noticed the way that they were throbbing, she wondered if the girl was coming.
"I wanted to take your pain to the point where it's pleasure," Mary said to her. "I an the Mistress over your flesh, Laurel, and you must remember that."
"Fuck off," Laurel said to her. "Let me the fuck out of here. I don't want to get involved in this, and I never want to see you again."
Mary moved right in front of the girl, and placed her hand on one of the large mounds of tit flesh. She started to finger the nipple, and as she did, she was pushing her hand down little bit harder than usual.
"Are you sure you don't want to change your mind?" she asked Laurel. "I mean, you must realize that I can push your tit right through the spikes there. All I have to do is push down a bit, and they're pierced."
She could see the way the points of the spikes were pressed against Laurel's tit flesh, and she knew that all she had to do was push the slightest bit more, and they would be pierced right through the tit.
Laurel seemed to sense that, too, and she was terrified.
"No, wait," she said, and she managed to pull herself back a bit. However, her sole on her left foot pressed into the spikes there.
She screamed as she lifted her foot up a little bit, but Mary could already see the blood that was forming.
Then, she moved her hand to the leather G-string around Laurel's waist, and as she started to open it, she could feel the way that the girl was squirming. Laurel had to be thinking that Mary would hurt her more.
Actually, Mary was taking one piece off of Laurel's body. By opening the G-string, she was able to lift off the wooden piece that was leaning on the girl's legs, and now, the spikes were no longer a threat to Laurel's tits.
Of course, Mary did have her ulterior motive. Now that the G-string was pulled away, she could see right up her friend's pussy.
She liked the thick patch of red hair, and the red cunt lips.
He started to move the whip handle there, and she was massaging Laurel's cunt lips with it. She could hear the way that the girl was moaning softly, and she had to smile as she rubbed her harder.
"There, there, Laurel," she said. "You see how turned on you can get."
"Yes," Laurel was moaning, and she looked at how stiff Mary's nipples were, sticking through the holes in the leather bra.
"You know that I can bring you pleasure now?" Mary asked her.
"Yes," Laurel was moaning, and the more turned on she was getting, the more she wanted to place her feet flat on the ground.
However, there were the spikes there, and she knew that they would cut right into the soles of her feet again, were she to try that.
Mary told her then that she could slide out of the slippers.
She managed to pull them off of Laurel's feet, and then, she pushed the girl flat on her back. The only thing keeping Laurel bound then was the wooden plank which her hands were cuffed to, and Mary knew that the girl was still her prisoner.
As she stood over Laurel and placed her foot on the girl's belly, she lifted the whip up and lashed it down at her breasts.
Laurel screamed as the leather made contact, and Mary laughed.
"You know that you're loving it," Mary said to her. "You know that this is turning you on, so why deny it?"
"Where's Donald?" Laurel started to ask her. "Where is he?"
"Around," she said, lashing out the leather again. "He's watching all that we're doing, so keep that in mind. We're performing for his entertainment, and when he sees how turned on you'll get, he'll love it."
"No," Laurel started to moan. "I won't get turned on. I won't."
"Why?" Mary asked her, and she was getting more and more angry.
"You said that he would be here. I told you that I could only get turned on when I'm with the right man. I have to want to get turned on for the man. I don't want to get turned on for you, Mary."
"You said that you were into men and women," Mary said, trying to calm down a bit, because her anger was flaring inside.
"Maybe I said it, but I didn't mean it. I like men more than women."
"Well, we're just going to have to stay here until you learn how to change," Mary screamed, and lashed Laurel even harder then, cutting into her skin.
And as Donald was watching, he couldn't help think of something. Mary seemed to be changing right in front of his eyes. He had, in fact, created some kind of monster.
CHAPTER EIGHT
And he had. It was all that Donald could keep thinking about, and one evening, when Reggie was over, the two of them talked about it.
Reggie had brought along Maggie, and fiery black haired girl he had met a few days earlier, and he and Donald had started to have a good time with her.
They had tied her up, with thick manacles, so that her hands were tied behind her back. Then, Reggie had asked Donald if he still had one of those cement things that they could strap her to, and Donald had smiled.
They had taken a cement block, and they had strapped a metal band around Maggie's waist, so that the front of her body was pressed against the block.
Then, they had taken another metal band and strapped it around the girl's cone shaped left tit. After it had been secured, Reggie had reached for a spring that he saw. He had pierced Maggie's nipple with the spring, and then he had stretched it and attached it to another end of the cement block.
The spring, stretched out as it was, was still keeping Maggie's nipple secure.
After that, Reggie had been standing behind her, and he had started to thrust his groin against the girl's buttocks. He had looked at Donald, who, at the time, was still into what they were doing.
"I'm going to show this girl how nice it is to have a cock up her ass," Reggie had said to his friend, and he had been smiling.
Then, he had opened his pants, and he had pulled his cock out.
"Beg me for it, bitch," he had said to Maggie. "Beg me for it."
Reggie's cock had been throbbing as he had been rubbing it against the girl's taut buttocks, and Donald had patted his friend on the back as soon as Maggie had started to beg to have the dick up her ass.
Reggie had thrust himself deep into the girl's asshole, and she had let out a loud, wailing cry as he had first entered her.
But then, he had heard the way she was moaning, telling him that he was the master of her flesh and all, and he had loved it.
However, Donald had already left the room. He had moved into one of his sitting rooms, where he was smoking an opium pipe and drinking. When he flicked on a switch, he was looking at Reggie and Maggie.
Reggie had fucked the girl's ass for the longest time, and then, he had started to grunt and groan when he was coming inside of her.
He had pulled out after he had shot a load, and he had looked around.
Donald clicked on the intercom, and told Reggie where he could be found, and after the man had wiped off his cock on the girl's naked body, he had stuffed it back into his pants and walked toward the smoking room.
The place reeked of the opium already, and as Reggie poured himself a drink, he looked at his black-haired friend, and knew something was wrong.
"Why didn't you stay to watch me fuck her?" he asked.
"I could see you fucking her from here. Look," Donald said, and when he pushed a button and both men looked at the small television screen, they could see Maggie in the room, still bound to the cement platform the way she had been left.
"I know that you could watch me," Reggie said to him.
"Then why are you so upset?" Donald had asked him, and he was filling up his glass again with straight booze.
"Because I wanted you to stay, Don. I thought that you would like Maggie. I knew that she liked you. She's seen your picture in the papers many times, and she told me how much she wanted to meet you.
"In fact, I told her that I would bring her here, only if she submitted to both of us, and she was willing to. I think that she must be quite disappointed that you walked out while I was fucking her. She would have liked your dick in her ass after I came inside of her. I know that she would have."
Donald smiled, and smoked some more from the pipe. It made Reggie so mad, that he rushed over and grabbed the pipe away.
"Listen to me, Donald. You haven't been the same for the past few days. What's up?"
Donald closed his eyes, and he could still see a vision of Mary and Laurel, making love to each other. That thought was turning him on, but it was what had happened before that bothered him, and even more so, what happened afterwards.
As Mary had been whipping her friend, Donald had thought that it might be a good time for him to interrupt. He had seen the look of lust on Mary's face, and for a few seconds, he had imagined that maybe the girl was a lesbian.
Maybe she was getting so hot because deep down, she loved the idea of making love to another woman's flesh, rather than making love to a man.
However, he had soon learned, that was not the case.
Mary had been getting off on the dominant feeling that ran through her body, and in the end, she hadn't even gone down on Laurel. She had, instead, commanded the girl to go down on her, and Laurel had.
Donald had been getting off on watching Laurel sucking Mary's cunt, and even more on the way that Laurel kept thrusting herself in and out of the girl's mouth.
Mary's nipples had started to throb even more, since she had still been wearing the leather bra top. She had, in fact, taken off the panties, for it was the only way that Laurel could get to her cunt.
Laurel had kept eating the girl for the longest time, and Donald remembered the way that Mary's whip kept flying.
He knew that he should have suspected something then, because Mary seemed to be like some kind of a maniac, in control of the whip and all, but his cock had been so stiff, and he had loved the way the lesbian scene looked.
Eventually, Mary had gotten tired, and then, she had looked right at the one way mirror, and she had spoken with him..
"I did promise her that she could have you," she said to Donald. "Laurel needs your dick so badly now, Don. Come and fuck her."
Since he had been so turned on, he had been more than willing. After all, Laurel was one hot looking girl, and her tits were just so big. Donald knew that he would love pressing his naked chest against those two mounds of flesh.
He hadn't even thought about the fact that in telling him to come into the room like that, Mary had taken command. Instead, he had just stood up and walked down the hall, and within a few more minutes, he was naked.
Mary had stood to one side, and she had watched Donald enter Laurel.
It was a fucking that Donald would never forget, not only because of how tight Laurel's pussy was around him, but because of other things.
He had entered her right away, and he had started to thrust in and out of her nice and fast. Then, he had felt Mary rubbing the whip handle over his buttocks, and the feeling of the leather had been nice enough.
However, Mary had continued for the longest time.
She had started to smack his buttocks with the leather, and only because his cock was still in the redhead's cunt, he had said nothing.
He had started to kiss Laurel on the lips, and he had been pressing his tongue in and out of her mouth, loving the way that she would suck on him.
He had started to thrust faster, and soon, he had realized that Mary was beginning to whip his ass lightly. At first, he had hardly even noticed it, but then, he had felt the leather stinging his buttocks.
He had turned to look at her, and she was standing there with her fingers in her cunt, masturbating herself and smiling at him at the same time.
"Stop it," he had commanded her, but she hadn't listened.
Since he had been on the verge of coming any moment, he had known that there was really no sense in letting something like that keep getting him down. He had thrust faster, and then, he had felt the come shooting into Laurel's cunt.
As he was coming, Laurel had started to spasm hard around his cock, ancLhe had felt her steady flow of warm cunt juices all over him. He had loved that feeling, but once he was out of his orgasmic passion, he turned to Mary.
He stood up, and tried to grab the whip from her, but she seemed to be holding it much too tight. She seemed to want to keep holding it, and that had pissed him off.
"Let me have it," he had commanded, and she hadn't listened.
Finally, he had just told both girls to get dressed, and he had asked the chauffeur to take them both home. That night, as he had rested in bed, he had been thinking about Mary the whole time, and just couldn't seem to get her out of his mind.
He knew that she had loved being dominant, and that was bad.
However, it was not until the next night when he took her out to dinner, that he knew for sure. Her whole attitude had changed, but he hadn't been able to pick up on what the difference was, until they were back at her place.
Then, as they were undressing, she started to command him to do things.
He had been naked, and he had gotten down on his knees to lick her cunt, but when she had told him to lick harder, he had sensed it already. He had started to eat her harder, sucking on her clit and biting into it, but then, she had pulled her cunt away.
As soon as she had done that, he had felt her wrapping the leather whip around his neck, and she started to lead him across the floor.
He had tried to keep in place, but she had pulled on the leather so hard, that he had felt himself choking a little bit. In the end, of course, he had obeyed her.
She had wanted him to fuck her, and he had.
"Now let me control you," he had said to her, after he had shot a thick load of come right into her cunt. "Let me take the whip to you."
"No," she said to him. "I don't want anyone to ever take the whip to me."
"Look, Mary, I felt the same way, but I let you control me. I let you be my Mistress, and now you have to let me be your Master."
He had been quite serious about it, and of course, she had started to laugh, which had pissed him off more than ever.
"You didn't let me be your Mistress," she said to him. "You wanted my cunt, and I knew how much you did. In that way, you're weaker than I am, Donald. You can want my cunt badly enough to do what I want you to do."
"It was all a game," he said to her. "I was just playing a game with you."
She had started to laugh then, and he knew something, even before she told him.
"It was not a game for me, Donald. Last night, when I was with Laurel, I discovered what really turns me on. You don't know how good it felt, after all these years, to find something that could make me come.
"Just standing there watching you fuck her, with me holding the whip, was turning me ort. Knowing what power I had turned me on."
"But that's not how it's supposed to work . You are a woman, and therefore you are lower than a man. A man should have the power."
She had started to put on a robe then, which had pissed him off. It was as if she had felt that she was calling an end to the encounter.
"Donald, I went along with you all those times you tied me up, because I thought that I could get into it. I should have known that I wouldn't be able to. Look, my father whipped me enough to make me hate it. I doubt that I'll ever be able to love it."
He had grabbed her then, and he had pulled her so hard, that she had dropped the whip. He had gotten it before she did, and he had managed to wrap it around her neck tighter than she had had it on him.
He could see the way she was so scared, as he ripped her robe open.
The power he had felt surging through his body then had went right to his cock, which stood up straight and hard.
"We'll see who is the slave and who is the master," he had said to her. "Now you bitch of a slave. Suck my cock."
He had been thrusting it against her face, and keeping her from moving back by holding onto the whip tighter. Had she tried to pull back, chances were good that she would have caused herself to choke on the whip.
He had managed to get his cock into her mouth, and he had started to fuck her face as hard as he possibly could. Each time that he would thrust in deep, he could hear the sound of his groin slapping against her nose.
Then, when he would pull back, he would only give her a few seconds to catch her breath before thrusting back in hard.
He had looked at how scared she was, and he had felt his cock pulsing.
Then, when he could hold back no longer, Donald had started to shoot his thick load of come right into her mouth.
He had pulled out after she had sucked him dry, and he had seen her smiling. Then, he had loosened up the whip around her neck, and she had stood up.
She had walked toward the bathroom, and had locked the door. He could hear the sound of water running, and he knew that she was cleaning herself up. When she opened the door a few minutes later, she was wearing her nightgown, and looked like she was getting ready to hop into bed.
"Goodnight and goodbye, Donald," she said to him. "Get dressed."
"What are you talking about?" he asked her. "I'm not dressing to go anywhere."
"Forget it between us,' she said to him. "It's just not going to work out. I don't want to be a slave to you any longer."
When she had first told him, he had been shocked, and even as he had been dressing, he had tried to talk with her calmly.
"You can't force me to do what you want," she said to him, after he had told her how much he was falling in love with her. "The only thing is, I just won't get turned on to it any longer. I just can't.
"I've learned what the other side of the coin is all about, and that's what keeps me so turned on," she went on. "I wish that it would be different. You almost had me learning, Donald. You really did."
"You can learn all over again," he had said, buttoning his shirt.
She had been shaking her head no, and she went on talking.
"I never knew what it was like to control the whip," she told him. "All those times when my father whipped me, I took it. It hurt, too. I didn't channel the pain into pleasure. I didn't even think about what it would be like to be the one holding the whip, and getting him back for all he did to me.
"Last night, you let me hold the whip. True, you didn't let me hold it over you, but as I was doing Laurel, I was imagining that she was a man. I didn't go down on her because I wanted to think that she was a man eating me. If I had gone down on her, I would have smelled her pussy, and my fantasy would have ended."
"And now, all you want to do is be in control," he said.
"Yes. I thought that maybe I could be a slave and a Mistress, but just now, when you forced me to suck you off, I hated it. I hated having you control me. Before, I could take it at least. I never felt one way or the other about it. But now, the word is hate. I hate to be a slave. I like to be a Mistress."
And that had been all. It seemed like there was nothing more to say about it. "
He had gone home that night, and he had been troubled. All that he could think about was Mary, and he didn't like that too much.
He remembered the way she looked in the bank, so sweet and innocent. He remembered the way he had worked slowly with her, teaching her all about channeling her pain into pleasure, and he had been thinking of something else.
He liked her, and maybe even loved her.
Donald knew that he had never worked so long with a girl before, to teach her the way to get turned on to a man's whip.
The fact that he had worked with her so long had to mean something, and when he figured out that he did love her, he was hurt.
He wondered why it always worked out that way. Most girls always fell head over heels in love with him, the second he glanced in their, direction, but usually, after a fuck or two, he would lose interest in them.
Now that he had found a girl that he thought he could really love, she didn't love him, and he hated it. Not only did she not love him, but she seemed to never want to see him again either, and that bothered him.
That night, he had laid in bed, and he had started to fantasize, while playing with his cock. He had dreamed that he was on his knees, and she had the whip over him and was being his Mistress. He thought that if he could turn himself on by thinking about it, he might be able to change.
That was when he knew how much he had to feel for her. He never would have tried to do anything like that for any other girls.
He could not keep a hard-on however, at least when he thought about what it would be like to have her towering over him.
The only way he could get himself hard, in fact, was to think about how nice it was when he was standing over her with the whip. When he thought about lashing the leather out at her soft flesh, it made his cock surge with blood.
Then, when he did have a hard-on, he kept massaging it and tried once again to think about what it would be like if she was in control.
That second time, he hadn't lost his hard-on, and yet, he hadn't felt much from it, either. The usual pleasure that ran through his body when he would move his hand up and down his shaft was just not there.
It could have been his arm that he was running his hand up and down, rather than his hard cock, because of how much pleasure he was feeling.
That night, he had not slept too much, and he hadn't been sleeping much for the past few nights. In fact, he had been doing very little with his time. He was just sitting around his house getting high, and so long as he was high, he didn't think too much about Mary and the way she had turned off to him.
Early in the day, that afternoon, Reggie had called, and he had asked Donald what he was doing with himself. Reggie had been to the club almost every night that week, and he hadn't seen Donald there once.
Donald hadn't sounded too good on the phone, he knew, and he imagined that was why Reggie had brought Maggie along, when he had come over that evening. Reggie had probably hoped that a hot young thing, who was into being whipped and bound, would be just what Donald needed to get turned on.
"So, what's wrong?" Reggie asked Donald again. "Tell me."
Donald took a long gulp from his drink, and he loved the way that the alcohol was making him feel really good. Nothing seemed to matter.
"It's Mary," Donald said to him. "She and I aren't going to be seeing each other anymore. I'm upset about it."
Reggie started to laugh, which only made Donald more angry.
"Hey, I'm sorry, Don. It's just that I've never seen you get this upset about a girl before. It doesn't seem to be like you."
"This one is special," he said to Reggie. "I really like her."
"What makes her so special?" Reggie wanted to know.
"She was learning how to be my slave, so well," Donald told him. "I really liked her. I think that she's beautiful. Maybe I'm falling in love."
"Donald, Violet was learning to be my slave, too, and after she did, I just set her free in the world. She was beautiful, too, and a hot fuck, but that doesn't mean I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I think you should come to grip with this. Mary is just one bitch in a million."
Donald thought about it, and he had to start smiling. Reggie had such a good way of putting things into perspective.
"Now why don't you come in and fuck Maggie? I know that she would get off on feeling your cock right up her asshole."
Donald thought about the girl, and the way that she was tied, and at first, he thought that he would want to do it. But then, he could see an image of Mary, and Maggie just couldn't seem to stand up to that image.
He started to shake his head yes, and then no, because he knew that he wouldn't get any satisfaction from Maggie, even if she was a hot bitch.
"You have to get out of this slump," Reggie said to his friend. "I hate to see what it's doing to you. You're really acting down in the dumps."
"Maybe I want to marry Mary," Donald said to him.
Marriage was almost a taboo word in the world of Reggie Peters, and he looked so shocked when he heard Donald say it.
"You know that the only reason you must want her is because you know that you can't have her. That's the way it always works in the world."
"Does it?" Donald had to know.
"Of course. If you could have her, then you wouldn't want her, but since she doesn't want you, that makes you want her even more. I have a good idea. Let's go to G's tonight. I'm sure it will make you feel better."
Donald thought about it. He knew all of the girls who worked there, and they always managed to cheer him up. Of course, when he thought about it, he couldn't remember the last time in his life when he had been as down as he was feeling.
"All right," he said to Reggie. "Maybe it will help."
The two men started to get their coats on, and as they were walking out the front door, Reggie started to laugh.
"You know, I almost forgot about Maggie. Should I go and untie her?"
"I don't know," Donald said. "If she was a true slave, she wouldn't mind beind left tied up. Why don't you leave her and you can come back and stay here tonight?"
Reggie thought it was a perfect idea, and so, the two of them left, leaving Maggie bound in a room, waiting for them to come back.
G's was at its peak that night, because many of the regulars were there, and the two men did show up at the right time. It was already two in the morning, and the place was sure to get more crowded.
Pearl took their drink orders, and Reggie was as surprised as the waitress seemed to be when Donald didn't even try to move his fingers into her cunt. She was wearing her cunt spreader, and her pussy was open wide.
Still, Pearl was able to just walk off, and Reggie leaned over to Donald.
"At least act like you're trying to enjoy this place," he said to his friend. "Come on. Finger Pearl when she comes back. You'll make her night."
She did come back, and when he moved his fingers into her cunt, Donald could feel how wet and eager she was. Her clit started to throb just when he touched it, and he could feel the way her cunt was spasming already.
When her juices started to flow, he moved his lips to her cunt and licked them away. However, it didn't turn him on the way it usually did.
All he could think about was Mary, and since it was not Mary's cunt that he was licking, he didn't like it all that much.
When they heard the sound of a whip cracking a few seconds later, Donald pulled his head away from Pearl's pussy, and turned to look.
Some rich, white haired man, had his wife tied to the table. She was naked, and he was standing over her with a whip, lashing her naked flesh over and over again. She was crying out in pain each time the whip landed.
"Cheating bitch;" he screamed at her, and all of the people started to applaud as they watched the man keep whipping his wife.
Donald looked around to another part of the room, and he could see Janet, the other waitress who had put on such a good show a few weeks before working over Pearl, up on the stage so they could all see.
Janet was putting drinks down on a table, and the man sitting there was starting to move his lips to her cunt. He started to eat her, and she was moaning softly as she thrust herself against his face.
When she and Donald made eye contact, she winked at him, and although he knew that she was doing it because she liked him, he couldn't stop thinking about something else. She wasn't into what the man was doing to her.
She was just pretending to be, so that he would tip her better.
If she had been into what she was doing, she never would have looked over at him with all the lust that she seemed to be feeling.
He ran his tongue over his lips, and watched the way that she did the same thing, and he was even more sure that she was not into the man licking her.
Later, when she walked over to the table, she was smiling at him.
"Hello. Where's that blonde you were with the other day?"
"She's not here, Janet," Donald said to her.
"Hey, Janet, come here," Reggie said, and he pulled her aside.
Donald could see that Reggie was whispering something in her ear, and she had to smile. Then, she walked away, and when Reggie sat back down, Donald wanted to know what the man had said to the girl.
Reggie told him that it was a surprise, and he would see in a few minutes.
Donald continued to look around the room, and he started to think about how truly decadent this place was. He had hardly ever thought about it on that level before, and usually, when and if he did, he loved it.
He adored decadence, but that night, he wasn't into it as much.
He saw some woman with her hands cuffed behind her back. Some man was thrusting his cock in and out of her asshole from behind, and he was forcing her to suck off another man who was standing right in front of her.
Donald could see how big the man's cock was that she was sucking, and even though the man was proving how powerful he was over her, Donald was not turned on.
Usually, his cock would be rock hard upon seeing something like that.
A few seconds later, he felt a tap on his shoulder, and when he turned, he could see that Janet was standing right next to him.
She was naked, and she had her hands tied behind her back. She had tapped him with this metal pole that was bound by the ropes that also kept her wrists tied. Donald could see the way the pole had spikes running along it, from one end to the other.
"Slap me on the ass with the pole," she said to him. "I want you to slap me so that the spikes hit me hard."
"I'm not in the mood, Janet," he said to her, and he could see the way that Janet was looking at Reggie then.
"Go on and slap her, Donald. She wants you to abuse her, and you know how hot Janet can be when you fuck her. I bet if you abuse her you'll work her up so much that she might even consider sitting on your dick."
"I would," Janet said to him. "I would sit on your dick and ride you up and down. You can suck on my tits at the same time, and you wouldn't even have to move your own groin. I'd work my cunt around your cock, and I'd make sure that you loved it."
Donald pulled at the metal pole, and watched as it rebounded back and slapped the girl right on the buttocks. He smiled as she gasped, and he did it again.
However, nothing was happening with his cock. He was still rather limp, and he knew that Janet was aware of it, too.
After all, he always wore tight pants, so that every one would know when his cock was hard, by the huge bulge. There was no sign of a bulge then, and Janet started to moan softly, licking her lips at the same time.
"Let me suck on your dick, Donald. I'll get it hard for you. I'll suck you all the way into my throat, and I'll work my throat around you. I'll make you harder than you've ever been. I'll amaze you when you'll see just how very hard I can make your dick."
Donald started to open his pants, and it was the first time that he could ever remember pulling out a limp cock in the club.
All the other times, he had always pulled out a fierce looking hard-on.
Once his dick was out of his pants, she started to sink to her knees. She moved her mouth to his cock head, and began to lick it, and within a few more seconds, she had sucked his whole limp cock into her mouth.
He looked down at her, and saw the way she was smiling up at him.
Then, he had to close his eyes. He imagined that it was Mary on her knees in front of him, and that Mary was the one sucking on his cock. He imagined that he was telling her how he liked it, and she was obeying his every wish.
The more he thought about it, the more he could feel his cock getting harder in her mouth, and then, he moved his hand down to her head and started to pull her mouth all the way down his cock shaft, so that he was forcing her to take his cock head in her throat. He could hear the way that she was gagging.
He slid his hand down behind her back and reached for the metal pole again. He started to press it against her back flesh, and he could hear the way that she was moaning louder and louder by the second.
Then he opened his eyes, because he couldn't imagine it was Mary any longer.
Although he had taught the blonde girl so much, he knew that Mary would have never moaned that loud with spikes in her back.
It was Janet, and even though his cock was still hard, he was not feeling that much pleasure from it any longer. It reminded him of the night when he had been jerking on his cock and thinking about what it might be like for Mary to make him her slave.
That time, too, his cock had been hard, and even his stroking had not brought about any feelings in the shaft.
Janet looked so eager as she was sucking his cock, and he had to love her for it.
He moved his fingers to her nipples and started to pull at them hard. He twisted them, and when he did that, she was moving her mouth all the way down on his cock shaft so that she was choking on it.
Donald started to feel some pleasure, but he kept thinking that he would not be able to come in her mouth. He kept thinking, too, that if he couldn't come in her mouth, she would think that something was wrong, and word would get around the club.
Things like that always spread fast around the club, to every member.
Once again, he closed his eyes, and he started to think about Mary.
He thought about how good she had been when he had been fucking her face, and working her body so that the blade had been cutting into her cunt. She had been so passive then, that she hadn't even minded the cutting blade.
She had been getting off on the taste of his cock in her mouth, and he had loved the fact that he could turn her on so much.
When he had come, she had been coming, and that was fine.
The thought of it made him start to pulsate in Janet's mouth, and he knew that he had to stop thinking that it was Janet.
He started to think, in fact, that it was Mary on her knees, and that it was her eagerly sucking mouth which was bringing him nearer and nearer to orgasm.
He started to come in her throat, and she pulled her head back so that she could taste the flavor of the come on her tongue. She was flicking her tongue back and forth over his cock head, and he could feel her nipples throbbing.
Donald slid one hand down the front of her body, and he could soon feel her thick bush and wet cunt lips. The wet cunt lips let him know that she was turned on, and it pleased him to know it.
He was so sure that she would come back to him then.
However, when he opened his eyes, and saw Janet's short hair, instead of Mary's longer, lighter hair, he knew that he had been letting his fantasy get the better of him. He knew that it was only Janet sucking his cock.
When she had finished, he pulled her head up, and lifted her to her feet. He turned her around and started to untie her hands.
"That was nice, Janet," he said to her, patting her ass. "Thanks a lot."
Janet looked at Reggie, who seemed to be as puzzled as she was, and then, she started to walk away. As soon as she was gone, Reggie began talking to Donald.
"Why did you untie her? She looked so hot like that, and she was really getting off on the spikes against her back."
"I thought that she would rather be free,"
Donald said, drinking more.
"What the fuck makes you think that? Donald, you know that she would have loved walking around like that. You know that..."
"You asked her to come over and try to cheer me up, didn't you?" he asked Reggie, and he could tell that Reggie had, even though the man was starting to shake his head no. "Come on, Reg, be honest with me."
"All right. I knew how much you liked Janet once before. I knew what a hot girl she was, too. Look, she did make you come, didn't she?"
"No," Donald said to him.
"What do you mean? I swear that you were coming in her mouth, weren't you? I could see the way you were turning red, and I could see the look on her face. You fucked her face and shot off in her mouth. Don't deny it."
Donald placed his drink on the table, and he looked at Reggie. He was angry with his friend for trying to interfere, and he knew that Reggie would never be able to understand what he was going to tell him. Still, he had to say it.
"I was thinking about Mary when I was fucking her face," he told Reggie. "I was thinking that it was Mary sucking me off, and not Janet. That was the only way I managed to get myself to come the way I did."
"Oh God," Reggie said, and Donald knew that his friend was probably feeling sorry for him, and in some ways, he felt sorry for himself.
After all, Mary was now some kind of crutch that he needed for support, or so he was starting to think.
If he had to keep thinking about her to get off, then he knew his life wouldn't be the same, and he hated the idea of it.
He wanted to be able to come with any girl, and not have to think about Mary.
"Hey, I'll get over her," he said to Reggie. "It's only been a few days. I know that when I come to grips with this thing fully, I'll realize that our fates just decided that it would never work out between us."
"I'll be back soon," Reggie said then, and even though Donald thought that the man was being abrupt, he was already gone.
Donald turned and looked back at the table where the rich white-haired man had been whipping his wife, and he started to smile. The man had invited a few other men over, and they were gang banging that bitch.
One was fucking her face, while another was thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt. There were two other men, one on either side of her body, and they were both rubbing their hard dicks against her hard nipples.
"You'll be next when someone comes," the man was saying.
The wife seemed to be moaning louder and louder, and Donald could see that the man in her mouth had pulled out, and he was jerking off his cock, so that the come was shooting all over her face and tits. He was not letting her swallow any of it, and the husband seemed to love that.
Donald had to keep watching, because he could tell that the man fucking the woman's cunt seemed to be ready to come.
When he did, he, too, pulled out of her cunt, and started to jerk his cock off so that the cream was landing all over the woman's belly and pussy patch. She started to thrust herself upwards, almost as if she wanted the man to come in her cunt..
"No come inside of you," her husband was saying. "That's the only way to teach you a lesson, you bitch. They can all fuck you, but no one will come in you. I'll make sure that they don't, and you'll pay that way."
Donald was sure that the thing that turned the woman on the most was feeling a man coming, either in her cunt or her mouth. And because that was the one thing that turned her on, probably even more than the actual thrusting, her husband was making sure that it was also the one thing she would not have the chance to feel. He was making sure that just as the men were starting to come, they were pulling out.
He could see how frustrated she was, and he-kept thinking that the bitch deserved it. That was one way of going about teaching someone.
When he felt another tap on his shoulder, he turned.
Mario was standing right behind him, and he was smiling at Donald.
"How are you, my good man?" he asked. "You seem to be getting off on that."
"I am. It's probably the hottest thing happening here tonight."
"Too bad.. Usually you're in charge of the hotter things that go on here. I wish that you were your old self again."
Donald knew then that Reggie, or possibly Janet, had had a talk with Mario, and when the man sat down, Donald knew that he was in for a lecture.
"I bet that you never knew I was married, did you, Donald?" Mario began, and Donald was shocked to hear it.
As Mario started to tell Donald about his wife, he thought about her.
Faith had been one lovely woman, with large tits and thick blonde hair, on her head and all around her pussy. When Mario had first met her, he had been much younger, and he hadn't realized what turned him on sexually.
He knew that he loved to fuck a broad, and that he loved to have his cock sucked.
However, he hadn't realized that being a master was the ultimate turn-on for him, and one day, he had picked up a hooker and had learned that it was.
He told Donald that he never let his wife know when he was with a hooker.
But Jenny, a lovely red haired wench, had told Mario that he could do whatever he wanted to do to her, and she had even taken out some whips and belts so that he could use them on her flesh. Once he had had her tied, he had a field day with her.
He had started to whip her hard, and he had watched the way she was moaning with pleasure while he was doing it.
"I was so turned on, that I started to come before I even fucked that cunt," Mario told Donald. "Just whipping a bitch for the first time was that much of a turn-on for me, and I was loving every second of it."
"So what?" Donald asked, and Mario had to smile at him.
"I'm getting to it," he said to Donald. "Just hold on a second."
He had been with Jenny for hours, and he had managed to come more times with her than he had ever come with any other girl. He hadn't thought that his dick was capable of getting hard after so many orgasms.
That was when he had known that he had to whip his wife, because it was the one thing that kept him hard so long, and it was one thing that he loved.
He knew that he would have a lot of trouble laying it on her at first. -
She was so used to gentle, loving sex, and Mario had been wondering how he would be able to spring it on Faith and get her into it. Finally, he had decided on surprise, since it seemed to be the only way to do it.
"So one night, I got her very drugged up, and I thought that I should tie her before she snapped out of it. I did."
"And then what happened?" Donald had to know. "What did she do?"
"She started to freak out," Mario said to him, and he remembered the way that Faith had opened her mouth, and was screaming so loud, that he was thinking about possibly stuffing a gag into her mouth.
However, when she had calmed down, she had started to tell him something.
"I've always wanted sex to be tender," his blonde wife had said. "I loved you because you made it tender for me. I don't like it hard."
He had been upset with her, because of one thing she had told him. She had told him that she had never been with another man but him, when they had married, and he wondered how the fuck she could know that she hated it hard, if she had never been with another man in her life. That was when he had learned.
Faith had been a beaten child. Her father was a drunken sot, and whenever he could, he would beat her and whip her. He never touched her, although she had always been scared that he would try to fuck her. Sometimes, he would tie her up and stick things inside of her cunt, but luckily, she thought, never his cock.
Mario had tried to be more gentle with her then, hitting her lightly with the whip so that she wouldn't even think about her father.
However, it hadn't worked. Being bound was scary enough for her, and she insisted that he untie her and never tie her again.
For the next few months, Mario had been going to see his hooker friend more and more, and as he had been getting into tying her and whipping her, he had started to hate the sex that he was having with his wife.
In fact, the only way that he could ever get his cock hard with Faith was to close his eyes and think that he was fucking his hooker friend, or even just whipping her as she was bound on the bed, and squirming.
Finally, he had known that he would have to teach Faith to take it.
"And that was when I got the idea," he said to Donald. "It took me the longest time to come to grips with it, but it seemed to make sense."
"What?" Donald asked, for now, he was truly interested. He wanted to know if there had been a way for Mario to change his wife's mind.
"I thought that her father had fucked her over, right? I thought that maybe deep down, she might want to get some revenge on the old man. I thought that maybe if she did, it would help her come to grips with what had happened to her."
"So you took her to see her old man?" Donald asked.
"Unfortunately, the man was dead. However, I asked her what her father had looked like, and she showed me a picture. Then, I went looking for an older man who would look just like that guy, and I found someone who, in a dimly lit room, seemed to look a lot like her father had looked."
He had had faith tie the man up and whip him, and of course, he had already paid the man in advance so that the man would let himself get abused like that.
Faith had really started to get turned on whipping her father-like figure, and she had felt as if she had her revenge.
After that, she had never been scared of being tied up again.
"You see," Mario said to him. "Maybe your Mary would be just like that. Maybe if she could get her revenge on the one man who fucked her over good, she would never be afraid of letting another man tie her."
"Faith wasn't?" Donald had to ask again, just to be sure.
"No, she wasn't. In fact, she learned to get off on the way I beat her up."
"Then why did the two of you break up?" he asked him.
"It just wasn't working out in the end. I didn't love her anymore. There were thousands of reasons, but her refusal to be a slave was not one of them. She would have done anything I would have wanted her to do."
Donald started to reach into his pockets, and he pulled out his keys.
"Here. Give these to Reggie. He has a girl tied up in my place, and tell him to leave the keys with the doorman when he leaves my place."
"Where are you going?" Mario asked him, but Donald was already out the door.
He ran toward his car, and hopped into the back. As he started to ride toward Mary's apartment, he kept thinking about what Mario had told him, and he was hoping that it would work on the girl the same way it had worked on Faith.
It just had to, he kept thinking. It just had to. Mary had to have her revenge on her father, and then all would be okay.
CHAPTER TEN
Mary looked at the photograph in front of her, and she decided to add some more to the sketch that she was working on.
She had taken a picture of a young girl, and she had started to draw in certain things with her pencil.
She had drawn in a ring, to be pierced through the girl's nose. Then, connected to the ring was a thin metal strip, that pierced through the girl's tongue and came out the bottom of the tongue.
That piece had another ring connected to it, and the girl was wearing earrings, which were also linked up to the tongue-piercing piece.
All the rings were connected to a chain around the girl's neck, and when she thought that it could all use a leash, she drew one in.
Mary was thinking of ways to tie people up now, so that she could dominate them, and she had drawn many sketches like this one, thinking that it was easier to work these things out on paper, before putting them into actual use.
She knew that if she pulled on' the leash that was connected to the girl's neck, she would also be pulling on the nose ring and the tongue piercer, and the earrings in the girl's ears, since all the things were connected.
She liked the idea of it, and placed it down on top of a few other pictures, just as there was a knocking at her front door.
She ran over to open it, and when she saw Donald there, she felt mixed emotions for him, which she could not hide. At first, she smiled, but then, she seemed a little bit upset to see him standing there.
She had been thinking about how she felt about him, and she had decided that overall, she liked him a great deal.
She knew, too, that if she could only find some way to get off on his whipping her, they could have a good relationship.
In fact, some of the pictures that she had been drawing over, placing spikes and pierced rings here and there, were pictures of herself. She had thought that she would draw some horrid things, and if she liked the looks of them, she might be able to make it with Donald all over again.
But it hadn't worked, and she was upset to see him, overall, because she thought that they would both be better off if they never saw each other again. It would be so much easier in coming to grips with their splitting up.
"Is your father still living?" he asked her as soon as she opened the door.
"Yes," she said to him. "I don't know why you want to know."
"How would you like to pay a visit to him?" he asked.
"Never. Ever since my mother died, I've not gone back home. There's no reason to. I hate the man and wish he was dead."
"What if you could whip him and get even for all those times when he did it to you? Do you think that you would like it?" '
She thought about it. She could actually see an image of him bound to his bed, and she would be standing over him lashing him with the whip. She would even be threatening him with her foot, which would be inches away from his groin. Every so often, she would act like she was going to kick him in the balls, and each time he would see it, he would be so scared that he would beg for mercy.
The thought of it was making her pussy start to get wetter, and she moved her hand down to her crotch and pressed her fingers there.
"I think I could get into doing that," she said to Donald. "But why?"
"Come on and I'll tell you. We're going to pay that man a visit."
They ran out to the car, and as they were driving off toward the country, where her father lived in a small house, Donald started to tell her all about the story which Mario had been telling him that evening.
When she heard it, she couldn't get over it. The idea of her coming to grips with all the whippings by getting even seemed perfect.
She closed her eyes and thought more about him. She knew that he had been drunk those times when he had whipped her, but she didn't care. He had abused her mother, too, and she couldn't wait to get him.
It didn't take long for the two of them to reach the house. The roads were clear, and the driver had been told to go fast. Donald knew that no cop would give them a ticket, because even if they were pulled over, once the cop would know who he was, he would forget about the whole thing.
Mary still had a key to her father's house, and as she opened the door quietly, Donald was taking out some leather straps from the car trunk.
The two of them snuck up the stairs to her father's bedroom, and she could see the way the man was sleeping naked, on his back.
"Bind him before he wakes up," Donald said to Mary-, and he already felt as if he was controlling her, ordering her around like that.
She started to follow his orders, too, and he thought about something.
Whether this thing between them would work or not, he knew a solution anyway.
He was getting off on telling Mary how to work the leather straps, and she seemed to be getting off on-it, too.
Together, the two of them would be a fierce team, ,who no one would be able to reason with. Together, they would be able to take on a third party.
He watched as Mary finished tying her father's ankles to the bedposts, and then the girl took a step back.
"Whip him now," Donald said to her. "Whip him and wake him up."
The sound of the leather on the flesh was a hard, cracking one, and when her father opened his eyes, and she saw how scared he was, she could not have been happier.
"Revenge is all mine," she said to him, and she pulled the whip back and lashed it out at his flesh, over and over again.
She was so turned on by what she was doing, that she hardly even noticed the way that Donald was holding a whip, too, and he was lashing it out at her. He cracked her on the back over and over again, and she was coming hard.
Three days later, they were lying in her bed, kissing and holding each other. He started to push her mouth down to his cock, and as he did, he could feel the way she was licking the lower half of his body.
She started to suck on his cock hard, and he was thrusting it in and out of her mouth as fast as he could, so that his cock head was in her throat for long periods of time, causing her to gag on it when it was that deep.
Donald had his eyes closed, and he thought about her and her father.
She had been whipping the man until he was bloody, and her back had been bloody, too, because of the way Donald had been whipping her.
Finally, the old man had cried out for forgiveness. He had told Mary that he was sorry for anything he had ever done to her.
Mary didn't really accept his apology. She just told him that she was happy about what she had done, and she turned to leave, leaving Donald to untie the old man. Then, that night, they had gone back to his place.
Mary had insisted that Donald make her his slave, so that she could see if the thing he had planned on had worked.
Donald had tied her hands behind her back, and he had started to whip her. It had only taken a few seconds for him to see the way she was starting to come very hard, and soon, he had been fucking her asshole.
She had loved it, and she had told him how much she did.
" I think that I could get off on being your slave," she said to him. "Of course, I think that I would like a slave of my own on occasion."
"I don't want to be a slave," he told her, and he was smiling.
"We could get someone else. There are many girls who would like it. In fact, there are many guys, too. If you and I could come across a perfect slave couple, the man and woman both wanting to be slaves, it would be ideal."
It sounded like a great idea!
They placed ads in the very next issues of SM Express, B&D Digest, and another book called Female Domination.
The letters poured in, much to their great happiness, and the process of selection began.
It seem that there were literally thousands of couples that desired the stern lash and the cruel harsh commands of Mistress and Master.
