She got me down onto the bed and then she was at me like an animal, her mouth slick and warm as it slid down over my excited organ and then she was emptying me quickly, hungry like some slavering beast out of the jungle.
As she laid down on the bed and held me with her hand, guiding me into the deep, slippery channel between her legs.
We went at it hot and heavy then and her hips were tossing and thrusting and I just kept on and on and I don't know why but I just couldn't seem to have an orgasm that way. Maybe she was too big for me, I just don't know, but she was squealing and panting and still it wouldn't happen.
1
Unless an individual is an experienced devotee of the whip and the intense thrills it can provide for certain types of people, it will be difficult to understand why these types seek such abuses in great numbers,. .There numbers are growing every day and the expert now assert that such a yearning has its roots in deeply psychological-sexual evolutions.
It must be admitted that the development of such types, male and female alike, takes place over a long period of time and, presumably while the pleasures inherent in the activity for both parties deepens or increases, a certain expertise can be learned by those who love to inflict pain.
It has been well established that spanking groups and the flagellants are earnest and ardent devotees to a special type of sensual pleasure and these groups are growing faster than any of the others. Those who deal with such type on a professional level agree that sexual perversions are very rapidly adopted by those who begin with rather innocuous promiscuity, or mate swapping, and quickly progress to other pleasant pastimes, and perversions.
While all of this has been well established by now, there is one factor that is now getting attention. And that is the very special people who are trained in the administering of corporal punishment for sexual pleasure. These are the whipmasters, a very special coterie, the pets of the groups, the specialists.
The whipmasters seem to be a very special breed and they are well trained in their art. And, according to those who seek such experts, it is an art. The people who research and delve into the present day practices are discovering much about these people.
The psychologists and psychiatrists are well aware that there are many people who have an overwhelming need to suffer pain as an adjunct to their sexual orgasms, and there are those with the compelling urge to inflict pain as a part of their orgiastic structure. Initially, it would appear that these two should accommodate each other quite easily, but that is not so.
An inexperienced person setting out to inflict pain upon the person of another, may inflict serious injury, or worse. No one wants this sort of thing, regardless of the compulsion they feel. A whipper strap in the hands of the inexperienced can maim or kill.
And so the whipmasters were developed by the various clubs and groups. Anyone can be a whipmaster. The qualifications are not exceptional. First, one must enjoy inflicting pain, and be able to do it. There are not too many who can do such work, in spite of what one might suppose. Too, one must develop an expertise, an ability to put the whips or straps precisely where they intend, and the controlled use of power. The whole purpose of such activity is to produce excruciating pleasure for the masochistic victim, and orgasm of indescribable intensity. The need for experts, people of a very special type, developed because the inexperienced and the inept would often fail or lose interest just when the victim needed continued effort most. Too often, the individual wielding the whip would experience their own massive orgasm and lose interest and the victim's needs would then be slighted or ignored, mainly because the sadist would be too weak to continue.
The whipmasters who ply their trade today are always the kind of people who can continue and finish their task in spite of what takes place within their own bodies. Their ecstasies are not at all diminished, but they can provide that extra burst of power that will finish up their victim beautifully, and, of course, earn, for them the exaggerated gratitude of their client. Too, they must keep their wits about them at all times and make certain that they do not do lasting harm to the sensitive flesh they flagellate so callously and capably. And there are now many of these whipmasters both male and female and they are the special pets of their groups.
In his book, "Sick Sex," (Venice publishing) John Somers, Ph. D. reveals two perfect examples of what used to happen, and still does, when the inexperienced practice the arts of flagellation. Doctor Somers reveals the case of Gary B. a man of letters, a motion picture star and a TV star, who was taken from his home to a sanitarium to recover from infected wounds and lash marks. Gary revealed during his convalescence that he had been seduced at ten, and had been a confirmed masochist ever since that time.
His first sexual experience came at that age when his older sister, four years his senior, and her boy friend of the moment, invited him to join them in a "party." This event took place in his sister's bedroom while their parents were away for the day. His sister and her boy friend forced him to disrobe, and, pretending that he had been naughty, she administered a spanking to him. The two then placed Gary on the bed in such a position that he was forced to practice cunnilingus on his sister while being sodomized by the boy friend. He secured his first ejaculation at that time.
There followed other spankings and sodomies. Gary's sole relation with his sister being that of performing cunnilingus upon her. In all of these episodes Gary was able to secure erections and in many cases, intense ejaculations.
He suffered pain through the sodomistic acts he admitted, but since there was always the pleasure of erection and ejaculation he began to associate pain with sexual pleasure.
He became a confirmed masochist and paid for his joy. It was through his favorite method of pleasure that he came to grief. He went to a bordello and the madame chose a girl to provide his pleasure for him.
He was spread eagled, face down on a bed, ready for a lashing and to be sodomized by the girl using an artificial penis of abnormal size. Unfortunately the girl was carried away during the whipping session and she lashed Gary into a state of unconsciousness. He was removed to his apartment by pimps attached to the brothel. Left unattended, the wounds became infected and he had to seek help.
Doctor Somers also reveals the case history of Sybil, a very lovely young girl who was also seriously hurt by an unrestrained sadist. The fact that Sybil was impelled to seek such treatment because of her own special needs is not surprising or at all unusual. But what happened to her and to Gary illustrates quite well the need for people who can administer to such people without doing lasting harm. And nowadays there are many who have become whipmasters and they are always in demand, many unable to keep up with the needs of their clients.
Some of those who have developed the use of whips into an art, perform at club sessions, others have regular lists of clients who call them and pay well for their services, and then there are those who develop friendships and practice their talents for these people. It is not uncommon for a whipmaster to move in with a masochistic couple and live like a queen, waited upon, supported in grand style, only because of what they can do for their patrons with the ugly tools of their trade.
It is well known that there are manufacturers who make special furniture and other items designed for the sexies and the catalogues of disciplining equipment are absolutely amazing.
It would appear that some of the most inventive minds have coped with the problem of fashioning whips and other punitive equipment that can provide intense pain and anguish for those who love them without scarring or lacerating tender flesh. The catalogues list many whips, beautifully designed, with ornate handles, weighted or padded tips, etc., and all sorts of other gadgets designed for the exploitation of sexual pleasure.
The clubs and groups, interested in extra-sensual pleasures have these catalogues and buy the equipment therein listed. Many of the groups go in for bondage experiments and sessions and a list of the special equipment is made for these. Aside from the whips, paddles, straps and other gadgets, many of the catalogues list unguents and aphrodisiacs, too. The unguents or salves are used to bring initial tingling or excitation to sensitive flesh, and there are cold creams and other lotions designed to erase the after pain of a session under the whips. To say that the manufacture and sales of such materials has now become a big business would be understatement. The catalogues are constantly changing as new innovations are developed and those engaged in such activities are earnestly keeping abreast of all the new gimmicks.
But, probably the most important new innovation among the sexies is the whipmaster, the man or girl who can provide exquisite anguish and intense sexual joy without doing any real harm. The ranks of this group are swelling all the time and the number of those who wind up in hospitals after such treatment are diminishing rapidly. Many of the whipmasters are developed within their own group. A girl, or a man, perhaps, will discover that they have a flair for such activity and then they practice and learn and become expert. And, the star system prevails in this milieu. There are many who have become so expert that they are invited to a club to practice their art and to teach those who wish to become masters. This was being done on the east coast on a large scale recently. One graduate of such a system discussed the need for expertise and her own remarkable talents.
Barbara M. is twenty six, very pretty, with a beautiful body. She is a blonde and not at all the type that one would suspect to be involved in bizarre sexual activity. But, Barbara is a very competent whipmaster and she lives with a young couple who are her devoted slaves. The couple are of course severely masochistic, and Barbara provides delight for both of them. Harold McB. is a tall, handsome young man of twenty nine and a pharmacist by profession. His wife Sheila, is twenty four, a platinum blonde with a fabulous figure and a pretty face. Barbara found the two of them in one of the clubs and was able to provide extreme pleasures for both of them and their submissiveness, plus their gratifying response to flagellation, aroused Barbara's interest in them to a marked degree. They became quite friendly and when they asked Barbara to move in with them, she accepted, knowing that she had two beautiful young people who would be devoted slaves.
Because of Harold's work, this little trio have available to them all of the drugs and other medical adjuncts to sexual exploitation. They all require large amounts of vitamin E because of their excessive participation in sexual orgies. Barbara says that she and Sheila are ardent lesbians and enjoy each other during the times when Harold has been too severely depleted.
Barbara is well aware that she is oversexed and her abuse of the two beautiful people she lives with provides an abundance of sexual pleasure for her, and, of course, her devoted slaves will do anything she orders them to do to her or for her. But, she labors quite earnestly to furnish them with the perverted sensual joys they must have for their own peace of mind and sexual pleasure.
"Of course," Barbara says, "humiliation is a most important element when Sheila and Harold are being disciplined and they know it, yearn for it. I am not going to attempt to explain their psychological makeup, but there are many others just like them an I know the psychologists know all about them. I just know what they want and need and I am delighted to provide them with what they want and I enjoy doing it. If I didn't, I wouldn't be able to do it."
Describing a typical session with her two friends, Barbara says, "It usually begins with either Harold or Sheila doing something that displeases me. Then I pretend anger and tell both of them that I intend to punish them both for whatever they have done. I'll admit that these so called offenses are mostly imaginary. Perhaps Sheila has brought me a cup of coffee and allowed some of it to spill in the saucer, perhaps Harold has not responded to a command as promptly as I like him to. Any insignificant infraction, real or imaginary, is enough to set me off. Once I have fraction, real or imaginary, is enough to set me off. Once I have told them they are to be punished they know there is no escape.
"However, once I have told them what is going to happen, the thought of what lies ahead begins to affect them and by the time I get around to actually doing it, both of them have become sensually aroused and they are ready and eager for their punishment. And so am I. I become sexually stimulated and thoroughly aroused by thinking about what lies ahead.
"I'm sure you've heard that the men and the girls who inflict such punishment upon others usually wear special costumes for their sessions with their victims. These costumes are varied, but basically, they all involve the high heeled boots, the imagine leather corsets that pinch the waist and thrust the buttocks into fetching prominence. Naturally, there are various types but most of these costumes are really corsets with the top supporting the naked breasts and the whole area below the waist is cut out and the buttocks and put area is quite unhampered because very often during a disciplining session the victim may have to relieve the whip master by cunnilingus so that the whipmaster can continue and eventually furnish the slave with the release being sought.
"The high heeled boots are as diversified as the rest of the costume, and there are special harnesses and equipment for the victims, too. Some of the harnesses are designed to thrust the male genitalia into excessive prominence so that the whips can be used most effectively. And there are many type of special brassieres for the women. One type has cutouts where the nipples are and when wearing this, the victim's nipples and tips can be pulled through these small openings and made exceptionally vulnerable. Too, there are special clips and clamps designed to be spring clipped onto the nipples, the clitoris, or the lips of the female's sexual apparatus. All of these items are designed to provide excruciating anguish and pain for the victim, which, of course, is the whole idea.
"Well, once I have told Sheila and Harold that they are to be punished, I let them sweat for a while, then I order Sheila to go into my bedroom and lay out my things, which is my costume and assortment of whips and straps. While she is doing this, I usually demand that Harold perform cunnilingus for me, because by then I am usually so excited that unless I can manage several orgasms, I just wouldn't be effective. Sometimes we all go into my bedroom and Sheila is allowed to watch as Harold very carefully removes my panties and performs his task, while she is laying out the things I will require.
"When Harold has taken the edge off for me, they are both ordered to undress and then they dress me. Harold always manages several orgasms while he is being disciplined so Sheila will put a rubber on him and when I am ready, we began. A session always varies. It is never twice the same and that is deliberate. I don't like them to know exactly what I am going to do to them.
"Sometimes, I will have both of them bend over the bed and I use a thick, perforated strap on their plump buttocks. The strap is designed to sting viciously and very shortly, both bottoms are brought to a rich, rosy glow, and just scratching the flesh with my nails will trigger immense orgasms in both of them. After Harold has experienced his first orgasm, I will deal with Sheila alone. She will be told to turn around and kneel in front of me, her hands locked behind her head, her exquisite breasts thrown into sharp protrusion. I have special tools for what comes next. A short strap, attached to a long handle is used to sort of paddle her breasts and then when they have been brought to a rosy state, I use another gadget to slap the nipples and bring them to a state of tingling excitement. During all of this, my girl Sheila is experiencing exquisite orgasms and she is not entirely aware of what is being done to her. She is in a state of extreme sensual arousal and anything I do just increases her pleasure.
"After a while, I use a short whip with many tongues to lash her breasts to swollen and erotic readiness and she is in the throes of greatest joy. Perhaps I will stop and install a pair of clamps, maybe just ordinary spring clothespins on her nipples and I will leave her alone for a while and give Harold some more attention. Perhaps I will use the whips on his bottom and gradually work my way downward until the whips are curling between his legs and stinging his genitals. You'd think that such sensitive flesh could not stand such attention, but they tell me that the sensual pleasure such expertise provides is unbelievably beautiful. I do know that Harold experiences severe orgasm under such treatment. And Sheila's greatest orgiastic pleasure comes to her after she has been whipped on her sore bottom and then, when she requires it, she opens her thighs to their widest and the whips sting the flesh between her legs and a stinging barrage of harsh blows that lash her clitoris usually finishes her off and she collapses and lies quite still, enjoying a series of chain reaction orgasms that often last for an hour or longer.
"After I have dealt with both of them quite fully, my time of pleasure is at hand. Usually I have to use Harold because Sheila is useless to me for at least an hour. She usually is on the floor, moaning and writhing in an orgy of ecstasy and it takes a long time for her to return to normalcy. So, I use Harold.
"I have several dildoes and perhaps I will use one of these to sodomize Harold and I am usually able to think of many ways in which he can delight me while we wait for Sheila to return to us. After she has returned to normalcy, perhaps she will entertain me for a while, and I enjoy watching her performing fellatio on Harold so I have her do that. Anything I happen to think of, my lovely slaves do.
"Sometimes a session will last for a couple of hours. And on weekends, it may last all day and all evening too. Perhaps I will want to use both of them in bondage sessions, it all depends on how I feel. Too, I often invite others in to watch. Remember, I belong to several groups and my skill with the whips has made me very popular and very much in demand. So many want to come and spend a weekend with us, just so that I can furnish the kind of pleasure they seek so desperately. Sometimes I will have guests in and give them what they want, but I'd really rather not. I am very pleased with Sheila and Harold and I know they are so happy that I am with them and I'm sure we will stay together for a long time to come. After all, we are good for each other."
Listening to details of such depravity is quite staggering to a reasonable normal person, but, as Barbara says, there are many, many such people and more developing all the time. Mate swapping groups are on the increase and the perversions and bizarre sexual practices seem to be developing and flourishing within such groups. Too, there are the clubs where the oversexed, or the perverted may find any type of sexual activity they enjoy.
In discussing her "art", Barbara points out that a really good whipmaster is a treasure, not only because they avoid doing real damage, but because they watch their victim's reactions very closely and can tell the precise instant when a touch of the whip in a certain spot will do the most good. Too, all people are different, she says, and their physiological repercussions differ too. And she is quite explicit about this.
"For instance, some women want more and more of the whip when they are having their orgasm. Others would rather be let alone for a moment or two. You watch carefully and when you see the vaginal convulsions beginning and the peristalsis of orgasm by continuing with the whips, and then again, you may spoil it all. You have to experiment and then you know. And, once you have done all the experimenting and you know your client to a T, well, naturally, they don't want anyone else attending to their needs.
"So, it is really a quite complicated business, and in spite of my fondness for Sheila and Harold, they know that I cannot confine my talents to them alone. They are quite happy with the knowledge that I am living with them and therefore able to give them constant attention. They are living in a state of slavery, of course, subject to my slightest whim and I humiliate both of them constantly and they are very happy with this state of affairs.
"We live in a little house that is rather remote and not near any others and we have some swinging parties there. When I have guests in, Harold and Sheila perform as servants and they are asked to do anything and everything that the guests can think of. Sheila is very beautiful and Harold is quite handsome and they are both used and abused by the guests and when the party is all over, I usually give them a vicious going over for not performing to my satisfaction. But that is just a thin excuse to give them a hard time. And they know it.
"Sometimes, I will stay up all night and have a time with them, just on the spur of the moment. Neither of them are allowed to have hair on their genitals and they must keep themselves quite bald in that area, and sometimes I will smear on some stuff that Harold brought home and they will suffer all the agonies of hell and, of course, excruciating orgasm, before I get around to dealing with them. And then we stay up all night and have ourselves a time. And that's the way we live."
Barbara added that she and her "slaves", are rather sedate and maybe a bit square compared to some of the things being done these days in the clubs and the groups. She insists that her life with Harold and Sheila is rather tame compared to the existences some of those she knows must live.
She has no sympathy for her charges, if anything, she envies them a bit. She enjoys all sorts of delightful orgasms but she doesn't think she can ever achieve the exquisite splendor that Harold and Sheila enjoy when they go through a session of pain.
"You have to be a very special type of personality, apparently," Barbara says, "and the overwhelming need to feel pain is a must, and any psychiatrist can tell you that the world is cluttered with such people nowadays. Whether it is all a part of the guilt pattern, or syndrome, I don't know, and I don't think anyone else does either. That's the way some people are, and that's that.
"I enjoy dishing out abuse and pain, and there is something especially stimulating in abusing the lush beauty of Sheila's gorgeous body and the privates of Harold. Maybe I'm a sadist at heart, I guess I would have to be, wouldn't I? But, I can control whips and I can do precisely what I want to do with a set of whips and that makes me a very special person in my world, so I am very much content with my life as it is."
One psychiatrist, asked to comment on Barbara's bizarre existence, just shook his head and commented that this girl was living good and would probably live out her life always doing the things that she is doing now. When asked what the future might hold for her, he shrugged and asked if she seemed quite happy or was she just whistling in the wind. Assured that Barbara was obviously quite happy, he suggested that marriage, children a home and all of the other elements of normalcy would never appeal to her. She will go right on, practicing her black art, seeking new and lovelier victims and finding them.
Other experts would tend to agree with such a conclusion, and it appears that those who are able to practice whatever sexual acts that give them fulfillment, are regarded as the lucky ones.
Those who must repress their sensual instincts seem to be the ones who have the most difficulty in life, and while it is rather disappointing, the old Freudian concept that freedom of sexual expression is the key to peace of mind and good health, would appear to be the guideline for the series of this day and age, and the whipmasters are simply a new breed development in the milieu wherein they are most needed, and those who have made use of their services are enormously grateful to them and glad that they exist, and that they need not fear a time in a hospital simply because they had to indulge themselves.
Truly, as one researcher put it, this is the age of specialization.
2
Many who should know about such things insist that whipmasters are not born, they are made. And, investigation into the backgrounds and early experiences of such people would tend to support the foregoing conclusion.
Barbara and many others display a remarkable willingness to discuss their early experiences with sex and the process of evolution that results in making them the favored ones, the recipients of special privilege and consideration.
Barbara says that she was introduced to the rich pleasures that her own body could furnish when she was thirteen years old. She grew up in a small mining town in the east and by the time she was thirteen she was well developed and people were always telling her that she was truly beautiful. The boys at school were always after her and she quickly discovered that she was a very special person. The boys fell all over themselves trying to curry favor with her and her father and mother spoiled her and became her very willing servants.
"My folks always allowed me to do just as I pleased, I think they were afraid of me; why, I don't know. Too, they weren't around very much anyway. My mother worked as a seamstress and the lady she worked for always had more than she could take care of so my mother worked long hours and when she got home she was ready for a quick supper and bed. My father worked in the mines and he lived the same way. I guess you'd say we were really quite poor. I know I never had much money.
"Well, anyway, there was an artist who lived on our street. He and his pretty young wife lived all by themselves in a big old house and I got to know them and I liked them. I would meet one or the other in the store and they would always tell me how very beautiful, how grown up, I was. Naturally, they became two of my very favorite people.
"One afternoon, Nina, the wife, asked me if I'd like to come in and see her house. We were walking back from the corner store together and I was just dying to see the inside of their house.
"We went into the house and Nina showed me around. The place was filled with art treasures and Nina was an interior decorator by trade so it was a very beautiful home. She took me all through the house and when we got up to the third floor she showed me her husband's studio. He was working at a painting and he gave me a smile of real delight when Nina and I walked in on him. He was very glad to see me. He showed me the painting he was working on, and it was for some kind of an ad.
"The studio had no roof as such. It was all glass and the light in there was tremendous. Nina fixed some tea for us on a gas plate that was in the studio and we all sat and visited.
"There were cookies to go with the tea and we sat on a couple of couches and visited just like we were old friends. Raymond, the husband, was looking at me, smiling, and I knew that he was thinking me very pretty and that pleased me. It was Nina who suggested that I might do some work for them.
"Raymond had to do a girl who looks just about as you do," she said, her smile glistening as she looked at me. Her dark hair was set in coronet style and she was very lovely to look at too. She explained that she often posed for her husband but this time he needed a blonde. So, she wouldn't be useful to him. There was something about the complexion and the coloring being different. Raymond was looking at me from all angles, smiling, too.
"Do you suppose your folks would let you pose for me?" he asked.
Before I could answer, Nina said, "There would be twenty five dollars in it for you."
That amazed me. I would gladly have posed for him for nothing but the money was the clincher. That much was big money to me. I asked when they would like me to show up for work.
"I think we could do it for a few hours every day after school," Raymond said. "That is, if you can get permission."
I assured them that I would get permission. I went home that day, my head in the clouds, sure that I was really very lovely. A real artist wanted to paint me. I told my folks and they were not only delighted, they were eager to know if I could get more money in the future. They could use what I would give them of any money I earned. It was that easy.
"I called Raymond right away and told him it was all okay with my folks and he was very pleased. He asked if I could start the following afternoon and I said I would. That night I could hardly sleep and school was a real drag, but I finally got through the day and headed for the big house and my new job.
"Nina let me in and she was smiling as she took me upstairs. Raymond was washing out brushes and drying them on an old dirty towel. He looked at the clothes I was wearing and told me that I would have to change. Nina took me into a room next to the studio and there were all sorts of clothes there. She got a long pink evening gown out of a closet and asked me to get into it. She would help me and take it in if she had to that it would fit.
"The gown fit me like it was bought for me and then Nina helped me with makeup. She let me see myself in a big full length mirror and I was so pretty in that dress it amazed me.
"Then she took me back into the studio and Raymond put me up on a little platform and placed my hand and arms where he wanted them. He told me to hold the pose exactly as he set it for as long as I could. It was easy for me. He went to his easel and began working and Nina sat down on one of the couches and began knitting. I was looking at her and I couldn't help thinking how very lovely she was. Her husband was a handsome man and they looked to be just right for each other. I think Raymond worked for a half hour. Then he told me I could come and sit down with him and Nina and rest for a while. He had a cigarette and then we went back to work again. All in all, I guess I worked about three hours before he finally told me I could go home.
The next day I was back again as usual and the work went on. It took about four days for Raymond to finish with me. Then he let me see the picture. It was beautiful and I looked prettier than I had ever looked. Nina paid me Lhe twenty five dollars and we had us some tea and that was it.
I asked them if they ever needed me again to just let me know. Raymond said he was dickering for a commission. If he got it, I could work for him and there would be more money. So, I went home and gave my mother fifteen dollars of the twenty five and that was all there was to that deal.
The next day Raymond called and told me that he had gotten the new job and I could come in to work as usual. The next afternoon I was right there eager and ready to work. But, it was different this time. I had to pose in a pale pink bikini and both of them seemed unusually interested in my structure. My breasts were a bit large for the skimpy halter they gave me and Nina told me that I should not worry about it. After all, most girls who worked for artists posed in the nude, mainly because the artist could better see their bone structure. And, I was very well protected. But, I wasn't. Most of my breasts protruded from the halter and the tiny bottom piece barely covered me. I was very sensitive and very much embarrassed. But, I quickly got used to it and posed without any difficulty at all. That job lasted for more than a week and when it was over, Nina paid me thirty five dollars. Again we had some tea and cookies and I was all through. I asked again if there was going to be any more work for me. Raymond looked at Nina and I could see that they had something in mind for me, but I had no idea what it was.
Nina finally said what was on her mind.
"Barbara, dear," she said, "Raymond has a great deal of work, and he could use you for it. But, I'm afraid it is not something that you could do comfortably. Raymond has to work with a nude model on the next pictures he must do. I don't think you would want to do that. Would you?"
I didn't answer them right away. Raymond was looking at me and his eyes were twinkling. Nina was smiling at me and they both acted like I was a little baby. I know I was red as a beet and I didn't know what to say.
Nina said, "Posing nude pays more, Barbara. You would earn about fifty a week. But you think it over, dear and let us know tomorrow. If you don't want the work, we'll call the agency and have them send someone out. I know Raymond would much rather have you, mainly because you are so lovely, but you decide."
I went home and I was a bit upset. I knew that it was quite customary for artists to hire naked girls to pose for them and all that. But, I was only thirteen and I was nervous about that sort of thing. Then I thought about the money and they decided me. I called Nina and asked her if my folks had to know that I was posing in the nude. She laughed and said of course not. They certainly wouldn't tell anybody and I'd have clothes on in the finished picture anyway so who would know. That sold me. I told her I would do it and she was delighted. She said I should come in the next day as usual and if I liked I could work on Saturday, too. And that way I could make even more money because we could get the work out faster.
When I reported for work the next day, Nina took me upstairs again and Raymond gave me a big, gentle smile. They were both trying to put me at my ease but I was nervous and embarrassed. Nina took me into the dressing room and she watched me as I got undressed. She came to stand close as I slipped out of my bra. Her eyes were shining as she looked at me there. She reached out and placed the back of her hand beneath one of my breasts and lifted it very gently. She smiled and told me that I was very lucky, there was no suggestion of a sag and I would probably be like that all my life. Most girls weren't.
It was an awful effort for me to take my panties off and stand naked in from of the beautiful Nina, but I did. She looked me over very carefully and then handed me a robe. She explained that I could wear the robe until I was on the platform. Then I just slipped it off and let Raymond place me any way he wanted me. I got into the robe and Nina led me out to face Raymond. He seemed to have little interest in whether I had clothes on or not. I got up onto the dais and Nina nodded and told me to slip out of my robe. I did it and Raymond stared at me. He came close to where I was standing and he looked me over very carefully. He put his hand on my leg and moved it so that I was standing with both legs ride apart. He was looking at my sex and that made me nervous. He slid his hand up my high and pushed tightly against my crotch.
"Stand up straighter, Barbara," he said.
His touch on my thigh and then against my sexual apparatus affected me very oddly. I was having trouble getting my breath and although he took his hand right away I realized that his touch there had shaken me very severely.
He stood back and looked at me and he seemed angry about something. He began shaking his head from side to side and I could tell that something was upsetting him. He looked at me and told me to put my robe back on. I did it and he went over and began talking to Nina. She kept glancing at me standing there while they were whispering, I knew that there was something wrong and I might lose the job. That worried me. Finally, Nina stood up and walked over to me. She looked awfully unhappy.
"I'm sorry, dear," she said, "but Raymond says that you just won't do for what he has in mind. So, I guess we will have to get someone else in."
The thought of losing that job and the money I was getting drove all other thoughts out of my mind. I asked them if they could tell me what was the matter. Why wouldn't I do?
Nina smiled up at me and I could see that she liked me, no matter what. Raymond was looking at me, too and he seemed to be very unhappy.
"Take your robe off again, dear," Nina said.
I slipped the robe off and it fell onto the floor. Nina looked at me very carefully and she was looking at my crotch. She reached out and placed the back of her hand against the dark patch of hair that was covering my pelvis. Her hand rubbed against me there gently and I shivered at her touch. She smiled up at me again and took her hand away.
"It's this," she said, rubbing my hair again. "With this on there, Raymond can't see the actual structure of the pubic arch and he must be able to see that in order to put in on canvas. Of course, he paints structure first and then puts the clothing on afterwards but the bone confirmation must be right to start with. That's our problem with you, dear. You see, professional models keep themselves shaved there so that the artist can see their structure. And that's what is needed for this work."
"I could shave there, too," I said, a bit desperately.
Nina shook her head slowly. "No, dear, I'm afraid that you wouldn't be able to do it for yourself. It's quite difficult and tedious. And, if someone should see you shaved there, it might invite embarrassing questions."
"No one would ever see me there," I said. I was desperate and awfully afraid that I would lose all that nice money. "No one would ever find out," I said.
Nina turned to look at Raymond who was still glowering at me.
"I could shave her," she said. "That would solve everything for you, wouldn't it?"
Raymond smiled then. "Sure," he said. "If you feel that you want to take the trouble."
Nina's smile sparkled as she looked up at me. She reached for my hand to help me down off of the dais. Raymond was watching me very carefully as I moved.
He said, "She is so very beautiful. It would be a shame not to use her. She's lovely."
Nina nodded. "Of course, she is," she said. "I'll fix her up right away."
She led me over to a wide couch and she pushed me down on it. Then she pushed my legs up and she pushed my knees far apart. My sex was staring Raymond in the face and he didn't seem at all interested. He was looking at me there and I was awfully embarrassed, but I was getting excited and just knowing that he was looking at me there was doing strange things to me. Nina told me to stay just like that and then she walked away and I heard water running in the bathroom which was just beyond the studio. She came back to me with a can of shaving cream and a wash rag and a razor.
She went back to the bathroom for a small basin. Then she sat down beside me and washed me there thoroughly with the wet washrag. She fizzed some shaving cream onto my hair and then she began rubbing it in. When she began rubbing it in between my legs it hurt me there and I began to tingle and smart and instead of hurting, it was a nice, exciting feeling and I was suddenly on fire there and the more it burned and smarted, the more excited I got. Raymond was watching me there very intently and he was smiling.
Nina was gently massaging me and that was making me even more excited. She touched my clitoris and she began massaging that and I went wild with sensual excitement. I didn't know what she was doing at the time but she was masturbating me very capably and in seconds I had an orgasm and that was so pleasantly delicious I forgot all about Raymond and simply enjoyed the pleasure my excited flesh was providing. Nina was looking at me there and she could see that I was having one orgasm right after another and she just kept right on with what she was doing.
"I have to massage the cream in, dear," she told me, but I was too far gone to really make sense out of what she was saying. Everything seemed remote and unreal and I was too thoroughly aroused to pay too much attention or to know what anyone was doing. Nina's fingers were providing me with the most wonderful sensation I had ever known and I never wanted her to stop.
"I must have had at least half a dozen rich orgasms before she finally stopped massaging my clitoris. She did stop though and then she picked up the razor and began shaving me. In my inflamed condition that stimulated me too, and I was squirming and threshing around and she had quite a time getting all of the hair shaved off of me. But she finally managed and I could fee her soft palm on my bald pubis and that, too felt good. She used the wash rag to erase all trace of soap and then she poured some lotion into her palm and began rubbing that into my agitated flesh and I started losing my marbles again.
Her fingers were quite expert and she was rubbing my clitoris and I was too wild to say anything to her about anything. And then she moved and I suddenly felt her mouth down there and her tongue was deep inside me and her lips were doing things to my clitoris and I began climbing the walls, giddy with sensation, out of my mind with sensual ecstasy. I knew what she was doing and I knew that it wasn't the right thing to do but I didn't care. I didn't ever want her to stop.
Each time I would have an orgasm there would be a few seconds where I would be lucid and know what was going on and I knew that my arms were flailing away at the couch and my legs were threshing around and my bottom was skidding and bouncing all around, but it didn't interfere with what she was doing, and then she would continue and her tongue would build me up again and I would sort of fade out and then I would burst wide open and my brain would explode and the delicious feelings that were in me were more than I could bear, but I didn't want them to stop.
At one point I heard Nina talking.
"You'll have to help me with her, dear," she said and I knew that she was talking to Raymond. "She's priceless, darling, and so responsive. Do see what you can do."
Her words sounded far away and not too distinct, and while she was talking, her fingers were busy keeping me excited and incapable of objecting, although the idea of objecting never even entered my mind.
"And then Raymond's mouth was down there and he was even more avid that Nina had been and his tongue and mouth drove me into frenzied response. His mouth was hurting me and it felt like he was dragging all of my organs out of my body, but it also felt nicer than anything before. I kept having one orgasm after another and he was using his hands on my buttocks and I knew that one of his fingers was in the other opening and that just made me more excited.
"Nina was kneeling on the floor and she smiled down into my face and I heard her crooning to me. "Poor, baby," she said softly, "poor excited baby." And then her mouth was on mine and she was kissing me, hotly, passionately and her tongue was in my mouth and her hands were moulding my breasts and between the two of them I was just a blazing, burning organism, stimulated beyond reason, tormented and twisted by the demands of my own body. When Nina's mouth began working on my breasts I flipped entirely and from then on I was putty in their hands. How long they worked on me I don't know but eventually I was sane again and I sat up and looked at them and my face was burning and I couldn't quite meet their eyes.
"I tried to stand up but I just couldn't. My knees were shaking and when I put some weight on them they turned to water. Nina pushed me back onto the couch and I let her do it.
"Rest a while, dear," she said. "I'll give you something that will give you back your strength." Her lovely face wore a big, warm smile. She sat down beside me on the couch and she bent forward and kissed me on the mouth. I didn't mind that. I liked it.
"You have had yourself a very nice time, dear," she said. "I suppose that you are fully aware of that, though, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes," I said. "Oh, yes."
"Darling," she said, "I'm afraid that it was all your own fault. I had no idea that you would get so far out of hand."
"I didn't either," I said, glumly.
"Did you like the things we did to you?"
"I knew that I was blushing again, but I nodded. Lying would have been pointless. They knew that I had liked what they'd done and just how much I'd liked it."
"Do you still want your job with us?" Nina asked.
"Oh, yes," I said. "Of course I want my job."
Nina's smile glowed with delight. "Well, dear, surely you must know that Raymond and I will be at you all the time. You are so very lovely, we just can't help ourselves. You realize that, don't you?"
"It's all right," I said. "I had a very lovely time. I can't help it, but that's the way I am."
Right then and there I knew that sex was the nicest thing that I had ever discovered and I wanted more and more of the same. I had to have it again. I felt that I wouldn't want to live without that exquisite pleasure, that raging excitement in my body, my nerves, my brain. So I wasn't giving anything away by telling Nina the truth. She kissed me again and then she told me that she and Raymond were very pleased with me and they would furnish me with many delights in the future.
Raymond was sitting in a chair, listening to us talk and he wore a big smile of pure joy. He suggested to Nina that she get me something to sort of perk me up and then I had better get dressed and go home. It was getting late.
I told them it was quite all right. It was Friday night and I would be coming back to work in the morning anyway, so I didn't have to hurry. Raymond suggested calling my mother and arranging for me to stay overnight so that I could be at work very early.
Nina made the call and my mother was quite willing for me to stay overnight. That way she wouldn't have to get up in the morning to get out of bed. When Nina hung up on the phone Raymond came over to me and he put his arms around me and kissed me, and I liked his kiss. I could see the big bulge in his pants and Nina saw me staring at it. She laughed and her eyes were dancing with glee.
"You'll get lots of time to play with that," she said. "Ray and I will teach you how to have lots of fun, if you want us to."
"Oh, I do," I said breathlessly. "I do."
Nina looked at her watch. It was a bit after nine. She said that we should all have some dinner and then we could have some more fun. She asked me if my strength had returned. I tried standing up and it was fine. I was as good as ever again.
"You wait till after dinner," Nina said. "You won't stand up after we get done with you tonight."
Her words got me all excited again and I knew that I just wouldn't be able to wait until after dinner. But, I had to wait. We all went downstairs and I helped Nina fix dinner for us and it was all nice and comfy. I was wearing my robe and Raymond was in the living room watching TV.
While Nina and I were working in the kitchen she asked me a lot of questions. She asked if I had begun masturbating yet, and, of course, I really had. Then she asked if I was still a virgin. She knew, of course, that I had no hymen left any more, but she wanted to know what I knew about boys or men. I knew nothing. She asked if I had ever seen a man's sexual organs and I told her no. She told me that I would very shortly and she would show me how to enjoy a man fully. That sort of talk kept me all steamed up and I could hardly eat but she insisted that I needed food if I was going to enjoy sex. I ate and drank two big glasses of milk.
We didn't bother with the dishes. We didn't go back to the third floor. We went to their bedroom. They had a king sized bed and it was an enormous room and there were lots of chairs around.
Nina sat down on the bed and she told me to come and sit beside her. I did and we watched Raymond get undressed. When he was naked, I stared, goggle eyed at his enormous penis and the big testicles beneath. Nina reached out and took them into her hand and she showed me everything. She put my hand around his erection and she showed me how to masturbate a man. Raymond was awfully excited and he was dripping a bit. Nina asked me if I would like to please Raymond especially. I was shaking like a leaf and I just nodded. She told me to kiss the tip of his organ and when I did that she told me to open my mouth and put my mouth down over it as far as I could. When I did as I was told, she gave me further instructions, what to do with my tongue and she explained what suction did to a man. While he was bent over doing that she was fondling his big testicles and I got so excited I couldn't control myself and I had an enormous orgasm and Nina just laughed and said that was quite customary. But, there was a bit more to it than that. I discovered that there was more to it in a hurry, because Raymond couldn't contain himself and he had an enormous orgasm. I didn't know what to do about that, but his hands were holding me tightly and I couldn't move so I did the only thing that I could do. It was funny but when his orgasm began I experienced an orgasm on my own that was intense it was absolutely delicious. I wasn't really caring too much about what Raymond did. When he finally let go of me and I lifted my head, I saw that Nina was smiling at me with approval.
Raymond sat down and his sexual organ was all shrunk up and he was still panting for breath. He lit a cigarette and his hands were shaking. Nina stood up and she began getting undressed. She was absolutely stunning naked. Her breasts were high and large and really beautiful beyond belief. Her nipples were like little pencil erasers and her hips were softly rounded and her legs were long and lovely. Her thighs were especially beautiful and her pubis had been shaved too, and was as smooth as her cheek. She turned and I saw that her bottom was plump and round but the smooth flesh was flawed by long, dark streaks and I wondered about that.
She settled down on the bed, laid back and her crotch was wide open. She told me just what she wanted me to do to her and I was quite willing and eager to do it. I knelt and began my first experience with cunnilingus on another female. Nina went quite wild with enjoyment and I did, too. And when Raymond began cunnilingus on me it just made me more excited and much more eager to enjoy Nina's sex. That was a wild session and when it was all over, Raymond was again erect and quite ready for further attention.
Nina was too worn out to do anything for him, so I simply fellated him all over again. It did seem that I enjoyed that most of all and my responses were intense and utterly enjoyable. I learned all about the sixty nine. We were at that for a long time and Nina was on top of me. I wasn't too surprised when Raymond joined us and while I was busy stimulating Nina's clitoris, he put that big organ of his where it belonged. When that was all over, Nina and I just continued with what we were doing, and it was all decidedly enjoyable. Hell, we were half crazy with lust. That's the way it was, really.
We finally went to sleep, too exhausted for any more attention. When we got up the next day, we just went at it all over again. I learned all about sodomy that day and I liked that. I happen to be one of those people who are anally excitable or sensitive and so sodomy was just another delight. Raymond was afraid to try coitus with me because the fear of pregnancy was just too great to be ignored. Nina couldn't have kids, so he didn't have that worry with her. But, Nina had a dildo and she used that on me so I didn't really miss anything.
That afternoon I learned why Nina's rump was streaked. She and Raymond explained that she had to be spanked or whipped in order to achieve the ultimate in satisfaction for herself. She had to have it eventually in order to be rid of the sensual pressures that would build up in her during all of the other experiences. Unless she could manage eventual relief she would be actually ill until her loins finally unwound. The unwinding process could take days and during that time her mind would be obsessed with sex and sensuality. I didn't know it then but there are lots of people like that.
I watched Raymond give Nina her whipping. Actually, it was quite expert and thorough. They had paddles and whips and he used them on her and it was awful to see a beautiful woman begging for that kind of treatment. He started in on her beautiful breasts and he was brutal with the whips. Very quickly, that lovely flesh became swollen and bright red and then he began tickling the nipples hurting them horribly but Nina was having herself a ball. You could see the goo sliding out of her and clinging to her thighs and all the time he was abusing her I was sitting there, my loins of fire, having one orgasm after another. I was too excited to just sit there and when I saw that Raymond was erect and excited, I simply knelt down and performed fellatio on him while he was whipping Nina's breasts into rosy hued anguish. His orgasm came very quickly and while he was working up to it he was whipping her with great fury and she seemed to be enjoying that.
Later, he put her up onto a stool and while she was bent over, he used other whips on her bottom and then he began whipping her between her legs and I thought she'd scream out in protest. She didn't. She seemed to enjoy that most of all and so did he. When he was erect again, I fellated him all over again and he whipped her with exceptional frenzy and I sort of lost track of things because I was having a tremendous orgasm of my own that began when his did and when I finally regained some savvy, I was sprawled on the floor and Nina was on the floor, too, but she was experiencing a long, drawn out orgasm that just wouldn't quit, but kept on working and working and she was writhing on the floor, her face white, her eyes closed, her lovely legs twitching and kicking as the force of orgasm affected muscle and nerve and released all of the pressures in her loins.
"She'll be a long while now," Raymond said. "She can keep coming for hours sometimes. And, when she finally runs down, she'll sleep. That's the way it is with her."
He came over to me on the bed and took me into his arms and we started necking passionately. We wound up in a wild sixty nine and that sort of depleted both of us. We finally had to quit but only because of sheer exhaustion.
Nina was still sleeping when I went home that night. I know I was tired too. When my folks tried to talk to me I told them that I had had a hard day and I was exhausted and it was the absolute truth. I was glad that the next day was a Sunday.
I stopped in to see Raymond and Nina anyway and they were both in fine shape. We had some tea and Nina told me that she was sorry that they had ever begun with me. I was so very young. She and Raymond were very much oversexed and they knew it, but they hadn't imagined I was that way, too.
Her distress touched me. I told her that as long as I was oversexed it would have been discovered sooner or later and I was very glad that I would be with them. I liked them both and I was very happy about the whole thing That made Nina feel better and we just visited without doing anything.
The following day, after school, I reported to the big house for work, and we did work Nina and Raymond decided that he and I would work for two hours and then we would all play games. And that became the pattern for us.
3
Barbara's experiences with bizarre sex or abnormal sexual practices spans a period of thirteen years and during that time she had become a devoted participant in any form of sex or its perversions. Her talents as a whipmaster had their beginnings at the same time that her sexual awakening occurred.
Continuing her frank recital of her experiences with Raymond and his beautiful wife, Nina, she says, "I don't think it would be fair to say that Raymond and Nina corrupted me. I was eager for all the fun and pleasure I could get and I lived only for the weekends when we made no pretense of working and just had us an orgy.
Nina tried to explain to me about her affinity for the whips but there was much about it that she didn't understand herself. All that she knew was that she would be building up all week and no matter how many ordinary climaxes she was able to endure, by the end of the week she would be almost catatonic with lust and overwhelming yearning for corporal abuse.
Too, if she was soundly and thoroughly whipped, the resulting orgasms, or chain-reaction of them would exhaust her physically and mentally and while she would be quite all right mentally after a sleep and some rest, her body would take a couple of days to return to normalcy. We talked about the whole business rather extensively on several occasions. She told me that she and Raymond had some friends who participated occasionally with them in sexual games and she enjoyed that most of all, because then she could be assured of being whipped with the savagery that she yearned for and needed. Raymond loved her and he was always afraid of hurting her severely or doing real physical damage so in spite of appearances, he was always easing up just when she needed furious and vicious treatment. There was a young girl they knew who was in the group and she was exceptionally capable in dealing with Nina and her needs.
"Sharon is wonderful for me," she said. "I don't really get too much out of being whipped by a man. Sharon is very pretty and she gets into her costume and she really deals with me the way I have to be dealt with, and I get a real charge out of being abused by a beautiful girl."
"Is Sharon prettier than I am?" I asked her.
She smiled and shook her head. "Of course not, dear. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever known. But, I couldn't ask that of you. I wouldn't ask that of you."
We were lying on Nina's bed while we were talking and we were at home alone. Raymond had gone into the city to deliver some of the work we had done and Nina and I had been making love to each other. The idea of whipping that beautiful flesh was exciting me terribly and I knew that I could hurt her the way she liked to be hurt. More than that, I wanted to do it. Just thinking about doing it was getting me so turned on I couldn't breathe. Nina was lying on her stomach looking up at me and her eyes were glowing.
"If you could really do for me what I need," she whispered, "I would be your devoted slave. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you."
"I think I'd like to try," I said. "Just the thought of doing it is getting me so damned excited I can't sit still."
"That's what I like, too," Nina said, her smile a bit strained. "I mean I like it when you curse and swear and call me dirty names and then whip me. And, sometimes, halfway through it, Sharon uses a dildo to sodomize me cruelly, Then when we are done with that, she just goes right on until I've had it."
I was sure I could do just as well as Sharon and I said so. Then Nina told me that Raymond was a devotee of the whips too, but she could never bring herself to use them on him. Her arms turned to butter and she just couldn't do it. But Sharon always did it for him and quite capably, too. Talking about that got both of us too stimulated to continue and we just turned into each other's arms and began making love to each other. We were still busy with mutual cunnilingus when Raymond got home and Nina told him about our talk. He was thrilled by my willingness to try it and we decided that the following Friday night we would all give it a try.
During the balance of the week, Nina showed me the pretty leather costume she had for Sharon to wear. It would fit me, too, and there was a whole collection of whips and straps and the purpose of each was explained to me but Nina said I would probably want to make my own selections and my own decisions. She and Raymond were half nuts thinking about the coming Friday night.
I set it up with my folks for me to stay with Nina and Raymond on Friday nights because I explained that we usually worked late on Friday nights and rose early so that he could take full advantage of the early morning sun. It was all fine with them. They were getting thirty bucks a week out of me and I think if I told them I had earned the money in prostitution they would not have cared. They just needed money and they were so glad to get it they let me do just as I pleased. They were not at all surprised when I explained that I might stay both Saturday and Sunday with Nina and Ray and work on Sunday, too, so that he could have me for two full days of posing and get a lot more done. They could see the logic of that so it was perfectly all right.
None of us could wait for Friday night, really, and we kept knocking ourselves out with the head of steam that our anticipation and I went to Nina's for the whole week end. By then, I was drunk with power and I knew that these two lovely people were dedicated to make me want to be even more domineering. So, when I walked in that afternoon I told Nina to fix me a sandwich and a glass of milk and be damned quick about it or I would give her pain that she had never even dreamed of as yet. That didn't frighten her. She just smiled and began fixing me a sandwich right away.
It was a little after four in the afternoon and the rest of the day and the two days ahead loomed like a time of pure joy. I asked Nina where Raymond was and she said that he was upstairs in the studio putting the finishing touches to some of the work we had been doing. She sat down across the kitchen table from me and her eyes were sparkling with a bright, anticipating look and I remember thinking how beautiful she was, even in a house dress. She was smiling at me and she was liking me very much.
She reached out and touched the back of my hand with a gentle caress. "Ray and I love you very much, Barbara," she said. "I'm sure you know that, don't you?"
I just nodded and tried to look fierce. When I finished my sandwich and milk, Nina got up and took the plate and the glass to the sink to wash them.
"Just leave them," I said. "It is time to go upstairs now."
"Yes, dear," Nina said. She turned away from the sink, put the kitchen lights out and began climbing the stairs with me right behind her. Neither of us worried about the doors. That house was kept locked up tight all the time. I know that I was filled with arrogance that day, thrilled by my ability to give orders and know that they would be followed and obeyed implicitly. I knew that Raymond and Nina were both severely submissive but being unfamiliar with such types, I had no idea of the extent to which they could be exploited or abused. And, it was a progressive thing with them. Once they were with me and knew that I was prepared to deal with them, they became like puppy dogs, eager and anxious to please me, to do anything that I wanted them to do. Of course, I learned all of this gradually and that first was a complete lesson in depravity for me. Both of them clued me as to what I might do to them if I chose and some of the things they thought up were quite interesting.
When we reached the third floor studio, Raymond was still working. He looked up as we walked into his sanctum and smiled. He didn't waste any time quitting his work. He dropped the brushes he was using into the turpentine dip and then washed his hand in the nearby sink.
And then it was up to me to do something, to sort of take charge and tell them what to do and I really didn't know how to go about it. Remember, I was very young and relatively new to the ways of bizarre sex and these were two fully grown people whom I was expected to dominate and abuse. So I was understandably nervous and unsure of myself. They were looking at me like a couple of docile spaniels and I just didn't know where to start things, or how to start things. So I improvised.
"I think we will just enjoy ourselves for the rest of today," I said. "And tomorrow right after breakfast I will deal with each of you. And I will spend all day at it. Just think about it, and that should keep both of you really excited for the rest of this day."
It was apparent that I wasn't too eager to begin abusing them and they both looked sort of disappointed.
"Sharon always begins immediately,"
Nina said and she was sullen now. "She knows just what to do."
That was the wrong thing to say to me or the right thing. For some reason I was already jealous of Sharon and sick of hearing about her. I was certain that I could do anything she could do and do it better. But I liked Nina and Ray very much. Hell, I adored them and it just wasn't easy to begin humiliating them and I didn't know where or how to start. Nina had told me some of the things Sharon did to them as part of the humiliation, pre-pain sessions. Sometimes Sharon would make one or the other, sometimes both, lie in the bathtub and she would urinate in their faces. At other times, she would force one of them to suck the urine from her and swallow it, things like that. From what I had heard of her I knew that she must really be a precious bastard and I was determined to outdo her. I don't know why, I just wanted to be better at everything than she was. And I couldn't quite accept the fact that I was complete boss over these lovely people, that they yearned to be made to obey, regardless of what I wanted them to do.
"I will change my things," I said coldly, "and we will begin right away."
I turned and walked away from their happy expressions. Nina followed me into the room where I would change and she began helping me out of my clothes. She laid out one of the imagine leather costumes for me, complete with high heeled boots and a wide leather belt with hooks studded into it all around its top edge. When I was dressed, my breasts were thoroughly exposed and the leather corset pinched my waist sharply, thrusting my hips and my buttocks into alluring prominence. There was a loin cloth arrangement that fitted onto the belt and covered my loins my buttocks. When I wanted them bare and accessible I simply twisted the loin cloth around to the sides and the panels hung down on my hips. It was all very ingenious, and after I was dressed, Nina helped me with my makeup. I looked in the mirror and I was very stunning with rich red lipstick on my mouth, mascara on my eyes, and eye shadow. Nina quickly set my hair for me and when I stood up and looked at myself I looked like I was at least eighteen. I was entranced by my own reflection and I stood there staring at it. Nina slid to her knees in front of me and her arms went around my knees. She was telling me over and over again how beautiful I was and how much she loved me. Then she was kissing the highly polished leather on my feet, letting her tongue touch the leather, and her mouth was moving and shifting all over my foot. She was already underway and when I told her to get up, she obeyed me so promptly I was surprised.
Unless you've actually seen the total transformation that takes place in a submissive, you wouldn't believe it. When
Nina rose to her feet, her face was slack and her mouth was constantly moving and squirming like, and her eyes had a funny look in them. She was drooling and the saliva was escaping from each corner of her mouth and she was not quite coherent. She stood watching me, waiting for me to tell her what to do and it was apparent that she was already deeply involved with the tremendous sensuality that her behavior indicated. There was a whole collection of whips and straps in a big black case in the dressing room and I carefully chose the ones I wanted and I hung them all around my belt and they dangled and brushed against my body as I moved and that feeling made me excited. The idea that I could whip Nina and her husband anywhere I chose, as hard as I chose was exhilarating to me.
I went out into the big room that was Raymond's studio and Nina followed me. I told both of them to get undressed and when they did I saw that Nina was freshly shaved and when Raymond was nude I saw that his genitals had been newly shaved and powdered and there was something decidedly exciting about his appearance like that. I felt an overwhelming urge to hit his genitals with a whip or strap and there wasn't anything to stop me. One of the tools hanging from my waistband was a six inch strap about two inches wide attached to a long, timber handle. I unhooked it and began flexing it through the air, letting the leather tongue slap against my palm. Raymond was watching me and the whip with a look of dread and desire, too. He stood straight and when I walked close to him and handled his privates he began to develop and immediate erection. I didn't really want to maim that marvelous thing but I knew enough from what Nina had said that I would have to achieve complete dominance over both of them immediately. So, I raised my hand and brought that vicious strap down in a sharp, quick stroke and the leather strap caught his sexual organ squarely and he gasped in sudden pain and I thought sure he was going to fall down. He didn't though. I hit him again and he just stood there and let me do it without a sound of protest. I hit him several times and I noticed that his erection was larger than I had ever seen and his testicles were much larger too. I reached out and touched his inflamed flesh and then I told him to sit down. He did it without the slightest resistance. Then I told him to make himself available. He simply opened his thighs as wide as he could and I knelt and performed fellatio upon him and his orgasm occurred immediately.
When I straightened up I went after Nina. I used the same strap on her but I used it on her breasts and she went crazy with the odd sort of ecstasy these people feel under such treatment. I don't know why I felt the way I did, but the wilder Nina got the harder I whipped her. I damned near killed her and then I was dividing my time between Raymond and Nina. I had both of them leaning across chairs with their buttocks and genitals exposed and I would manage to catch both of them with the same swing of the whips. I would vary their punishment, if you want to call it that. I'd flay their buttocks a few times and then sting their genitals with a well placed blow. That seemed to provide a very special delight for them.
Watching them very carefully, I could gauge the state they were in and when Nina was close to orgasm I would concentrate on stinging her genital area with the whip, increasing the force of the strokes as she writhed and moaned her way toward total release. With the females who enjoy this sort of thing, their progression is quite apparent. The sexual organs excrete more fluid and as orgasm nears, the sexual apparatus is drawn inwards and of course the flesh becomes a deep red and there is a general gathering of the body there, the anus is drawn inwards too, and at that point they need fury and excessively strong hits. And then there comes the release of the sexual organs, the quick thrusting and the subject and the loins accomplish complete relief. The sexual organs become convulsively active with clenching and unclenching muscular reactions. All of this is visible to the person using the whips and various reactions the subject experiences during the session clues the whipmaster as to just what is required and where. And the force required, too.
I had to learn all of these things and I learned many of them during that first weekend with Nina and Raymond. That first evening they behaved like little children telling secrets on each other. You know, Raymond would tell me what gave Nina the most anguish and I would naturally do that to her. And she would clue me as to what gave Raymond a really strange time and I obliged. Those two were actually a course in sensual pleasure-pain activities. We did not spend the entire evening with me beating up on them. Instead we tried all of the usual pleasures we were used to, but when we wore ourselves out and it seemed that bed was the next best thing, then I turned nasty on Nina and I beat her into the heavy, devastating orgasm that polished her off for the night. Raymond and I put her to bed, still in the throes of one of her extended orgasms and then we went to bed and played around some more till we finally fell asleep.
In the morning we began another day wherein I completely dominated both of them and they were my willing slaves, eager to carry out any command I gave them, and whenever I felt in the mood to do it I would whip first one and then the other. But, I was always careful not to draw blood. I learned how to avoid that very early in the game, and ft while Nina got marked up here and there, much of the damage she suffered was quickly eased with cold cream and massage. The same was true with Raymond.
Those who wield whips have to be very careful because it is very easy to do serious and lasting harm. On the other hand, these people want to be abused severely and then on the other hand, they don't want to be hospitalized, so a person who is going to do that actual flaying or flogging must learn their trade well.
And I learned well. That first weekend with Nina and Raymond was an education in itself. And it set the pattern for our future sessions. After the weekend was over, I dressed and went home, and Nina and Raymond took care of each other's bruises.
When I reported for work on Monday afternoon, everything was quite normal again. Raymond and I worked for two hours and then we all went upstairs for some fun and games but the whips weren't used at all. That was weekend fare.
Monday night was payday so I was given my check by Nina and we had some tea and cokes after our little frolic and I went home. The next day we didn't even fool around. Raymond and I worked and that was it.
The next weekend we really went to town again and I beat the hell out of both of them and turned them into slaves. During the week Nina told me that I was even better at what was to become my trade than Sharon. It seemed that I was able to maintain a certain air of detachment that permitted me to perform capably long after my own orgasms began. And, make no mistake about it, when I am using the whips, I get as much, if not more sensual pleasure than the victim does. But, I can keep right on going without letting up a bit. And that is supposed to be real talent.
In time, I got to meet others who were as thoroughly depraved as Nina and Raymond. And I learned that people differ a great deal in their needs and requirements. For instance, there are many girls who want to be tied and made helpless and then have their breasts or their nipples, or their clitoris touched with the burning end of a cigarette or a cigar. Oh, there are many varied ways of providing pleasure and pain for those who want it a certain way.
Many girls are especially affected if clamps are placed on their nipples or their clitoris. Many like to have strings tied around their genitals in order to induce greater pain during their attempts to achieve sexual fulfillment. You learn as you go along, just what each subject enjoys most. They tell you but usually they do so by revealing what some other whipmaster has done to them. And, you do the same thing because you know that they would not have revealed such information unless it was something that provided intense pleasure for them. Too, there are those who wish to be whipped until their bodies are covered with welts and blood. These subjects are really distasteful because not only does the whole thing become rather messy, but there is always the danger that they won't take care of themselves properly and infection and hospitalization can result. I refuse to handle such people.
But, to get back to my early experiences with Nina and Ray. As time passed, I discovered that I was becoming affected by the things that I was doing and I sort of developed a pattern that took care of my own needs. The thought of dominating and whipping another human being is especially exhilarating to me sexually and I found that I enjoyed whipping a man most, especially the genitals, and after I had soundly whipped him into a state of complete subjugation, then I would fellate him as often as he could stand, thereby draining his loins of all strength. The psychiatrists say that this is an extension of the penis envy syndrome and that it is my wish to emasculate the man, to diminish him totally. Whether this is true or not, I don't know. I just know that I enjoy that and usually while I am doing that to him, I enjoy it even more if someone is performing cunnilingus on me. I know that many girls develop and overwhelming liking for fellatio, and the product connected with that activity, and their need for the product is unconquerable. I know that this is so because it happened to me, and in time, I was keeping
Raymond in a state wherein he was too severely depleted. His loins were constantly kept inflamed and stimulated by the whips and he was performing quite beyond his capabilities. In spite of her glorious orgasms, Nina could not do much to appease my hungers, because the female excretions are hardly the same and the whole aspect is changed. Under ordinary conditions I am aware of no compelling needs or yearnings, but once I have began with a sexual orgy, then my appetites developed and grew and I am quite capable of depleting every male in sight. And, using the whips skillfully forces their loins into excessive production. But, after all, there must be some reward for me in these sessions so I don't feel too badly about things.
I am telling you this so that you will understand that after a while Raymond just wasn't enough and we all knew it. It was Nina who suggested that I might want to deal with some of their friends who had had to depend on Sharon and her skills for their kicks. She and Raymond offered to invite another couple for a weekend and if I enjoyed them. Perhaps some of the others in their group might be invited to visit, too. They wanted to know how I might feel about something like that.
"It was fine with me. Nina dug out some pictures of their friends and I looked at them. They were just plain pictures, the girl in a bikini and the boy in trunks. The girl was named Lois and her husband was named Ted. Lois was a very pretty redhead with high, large breasts and beautiful thighs and long legs. The way she was standing in the picture, her rump was thrust out and the idea of laying leather onto that lovely flesh thrilled me. Ted was tall, slender and there was a large bulge in his trunks that suggested an interesting sexual endowment. I was quite eager to meet them. Nina said they lived in one of the neighboring towns and they had expressed an eagerness to meet me and join us in our playful activities. Nina said she would invite them for the following weekend if that was all right with me. It was fine with me and I thought about the coming Friday afternoon all week.
By then, my own desires had become quite definite and each afternoon when I reported for my posing work, I would make Nina perform fellatio on Raymond while I was getting undressed and when she had brought him to orgasm, she was required to come and kiss me and deliver to my hungry mouth the product of her efforts. This is not at all unusual, as a matter-of-fact, among those who are involved with bizarre sex, there are names for such a kiss. Some call it a honey kiss, others call it a real French kiss, oh, there are lots of names for it. The important thing is that girls, and men, too, if they are strongly homosexual, develop a taste for this and there is nothing unusual about it. After a while the male product is regarded as nectar and losing a drop of it is sinful and certainly unforgivable. But, after Nina had performed her charming function for me, Raymond and I would go to work. We would work for two or three hours and then when we were done for the day, I would really exhaust Raymond myself while Nina performed fellatio on me. When Raymond was exhausted, I would use Nina as I chose. Perhaps I would order Raymond to use her for ordinary coitus and then perform cunnilingus on her. As time passed we developed many little tricks that became our way of life. And we were all enjoying ourselves quite thoroughly.
The work that Raymond had been doing was apparently good and he was getting more and more commissions and Nina and I would pose for him, depending on whether he needed a blonde girl or a brunette. I was given a raise and I was turning in more money at home so everything went along just fine.
We had been playing games for about a year when Nina got the idea of letting others visit us. And by then I was eager to have new victims. And, I was decidedly expert with the tools of my trade and an experienced sadist. There was never any doubt any more as to who ruled the roost in Raymond's house. I was really an insufferable martinet. I worked hard in it, too. But it made Nina and Raymond happy and I was very much pleased by that.
The Friday that Lois and Ted were to visit, I was eager to get to Nina's house. The guests had already arrived. Ted and Lois were sitting on the living room couch talking with Ray and Nina when I walked in. Lois was even prettier than her picture, and the smile she gave me was startling. It made her even lovelier. Ted was quite handsome, tall and well built and I could see that both of them thought me quite pretty.
"This is Barbara, our beautiful young mistress. Barbara, this is Ted and Lois. They have come to spend the weekend with us, just as you wished."
"I want all of you upstairs immediately," I said coldly.
They didn't argue. They stood up and went upstairs to Ray's studio and I followed right behind them. The light in the studio was very bright and the opaque plastic roof allowed us complete privacy. It was a beautiful afternoon outside and much of the sunlight was in Ray's studio. Lois and Ted and Nina and Ray just stood looking at me, expecting me to tell them just what they were to do. And by then I was quite capable of doing it.
For a moment, I stood and looked at Lois, amazed that she was so young. She was just twenty and Ted was only twenty six. Lois was an extremely beautiful girl and standing in the sunlight, she seemed lovely beyond belief. Her red hair was beautifully done and she was wearing and light green dress that matched her eyes. Her high-heeled shoes made her legs especially alluring and while Nina was very pretty and well shaped, Lois's figure made her seem quite ordinary by comparison. Ted was very good looking and for a time it seemed unbelievable that these two could be so thoroughly involved in perverted sexuality. They were beautiful people and they were both smiling at me, their eagerness to please me quite apparent. Nina and Raymond were both wearing their expressions of complete obedience, waiting for me to tell them what I wanted them to do. Nina's face was slack with passion and her eyes were already too shiny.
"We've already told Lois and Ted how mean to us you are," Nina said, in the petulant tone she always used when she knew that she was going to get a real going over. "And we've told them how severe you will be with them, too. They know that you are even more dominating than Sharon ever was."
I looked at Lois and her pretty eyes were shiny now too. She was staring at me and her tiny tongue slipped out to lick her lips and I noticed that her mouth wasn't working quite right.
"We will be obedient," she said, softly. "So very obedient. We will be devoted slaves. You'll see."
Ted was watching me, waiting and I could see the complete submission in his handsome face and his weak smile. A sense of sexual exhilaration was building up in me and I was shaky and short of breath. Dealing with Lois and Ted was going to be pure delight for me and the sensual pleasures I would devise for myself would be fantastically rewarding. Just thinking about such things was turning me on with excruciating pleasure.
"Nina," I said quietly, "I want you and Lois to sit down over there and watch while I deal with the boys first."
Nina and Lois moved quickly to sit and watch with big shiny eyes as I turned my attention to the two males. I was still in my school clothes and I intended to change into my costume for the actual session but I thought it would be a good idea if I cowed both men immediately. Too, I was eager to look at Ted's sexual apparatus and see if that large bulge he had shown in his swim trunks actually meant anything. Frankly, by then, I was already drooling to empty his loins and Raymond's as quickly as I could. And I wasted no time getting about it.
"Raymond," I said coldly, "drop your pants to the floor."
Raymond moved quickly to obey. He stepped out of his pants and when I waved my hand he removed his shorts, too, and stood there his genitals freshly shaved and powdered and prominently displayed. I turned to Ted and stared at him.
"You, too," I said. I was too excited for much conversation so I used monosyllables. Ted obeyed hurriedly, too, and he was beautifully hung. His sexual organ was already erect and it was enormous. He was hung like a bull and his testicles were overly large, too. And his genitals were shaved and powdered just like Raymond's. Both of them were thoroughly aroused and they stood there in the sunlight, a sick look of dread on their faces. They know what I was going to do and so did I. When I walked over to a bureau and opened it they both began to shiver.
I had the whip with the six inch strap on it in the drawer and I took it out, walked back to stand in front of them and I began to flick it against my palm enjoying the fearful expressions on their face. I was smiling at them, enjoying this moment to the utmost. And I explained things to them, constantly flicking the whip in my hands.
"I am going to change shortly," I said, "but, first I will give each of you a taste of what is to come. I intend to discipline both of you quite severely and empty you of all strength, but, first I shall have to teach you obedience."
I reached out and fondled Raymond's sexual organs and his face was already slick with perspiration and I was enjoying his fear. I glanced at Ted and he looked sick, too.
"I shall give each of you six strokes and when I am done, you will each get some relief. And while you are resting, I will change and deal with all of you properly."
I stepped back a bit and then without further conversation I hauled off and let Raymond feel the whip where it did the most good. His face was white with pain and I hit him again and he began to shake. I turned to face Ted then, smiling charmingly at him. I hit him and he almost screamed with pain. But before he could fall, I hit him again. Then another two strokes for Raymond's sexual organs, then two more for Ted's. The last two for each man were vicious cuts that could have ruined them, but they withstood it and they were enjoying it all immensely. Their sexual parts were tingling and smarting with pain, I knew, and they were bursting with a need for relief. I had them both sit down on the couch and, perversely, probably, I fellated Raymond first, and then I did Ted and he was unbelievably copious, his orgasms fierce, explosive expulsions. When I left them, they were too exhausted to speak. I told them to sit where they were and rest. There would be much more of the same later.
The two girls were visibly stimulated by what they had seen and I told them to sit still, too. Then I flounced away and went into the dressing room. I dressed in my imagine costume and then I put on makeup and when I left the room, I was as beautiful as I could make me. And, with the whips and straps dangling from my belt, I must have made an impressive sight. I walked out into the middle of the big studio and I pranced around letting them enjoy looking at me.
I ordered the girls to disrobe and they obeyed me promptly. I watched Lois as she got herself naked and she was even lovelier naked. Her breasts were large and lush, her hips wide and softly rounded, her bottom a plump, alluring sight. She was smooth and hairless between her legs and she was truly a bewitching sight. Just looking at her triggered tiny little orgasms in me and knowing that she was completely at my mercy brought me a sexual euphoria that was almost overpowering.
Lois became my first victim and I put her through the whole program, the breasts, the shoulders, the buttocks, the genitalia. She reacted beautifully to whole spectrum of flagellation and when she was finally brought to the immense orgasm she sought, her writhing anguish clearly indicated the pleasure she was feeling. I left her writhing and crawling around on the floor and then I dealt with Nina and gave her the same sort of treatment. She was weeping, whimpering in the throes of complete ecstasy when I finally turned my attention back to the two boys. The girls were on the floor, each of them locked in exquisite torment, each of them driven into a world of their own, a world of bliss and extreme sensual anguish, and they were both enjoying it to the utmost.
When I ordered the men to place their torsos on the couch and present their bottom for some attention they obeyed quickly. I took both of them at once, using the straps on their buttocks and turning their rumps into swollen, pain filled blobs. Each man's buttocks was richly red in no time at all.
Then I began with the whips, flaying their shoulders until they, too were red. I took time out then to slide beneath each of them and fellate each on in turn, knowing that their orgasms would be spectacular, and they were. When they were depleted, I used the whips on their buttocks and finally the genitals. Each man was induced to provide more for me and I fellated each one in turn until even the whips could no longer affect them.
I let them crawl up onto the bed and rest, knowing that they would be out of things for a while. The girls were still on the floor but their beautiful orgasms were now a thing of the past and they were reasonably normal. I twisted my loin cloth around and my own genitals were ready for attention. Lois performed excited cunnilingus for me first while Nina made love to my breasts, and then Lois did it while Nina pleased me some more.
When the men were again recovered I then copulated with the other man's wife and then performed cunnilingus on them, too. We practiced the whole range of perverted acts that afternoon and I dominated the whole program, using my whips whenever and where ever I felt like it. By the time bedtime came, everyone was too exhausted to do anything but go to bed.
The next two days were more and more of the same. Lois thought I was the most wonderful thing she'd ever encountered and when the weekend was over and she and her handsome husband were leaving to go home, she told me that I had given her the very best time she had ever had. And, she wondered if I could find time to come and visit her and Ted and deal with them privately.
I promised I would think about it and they left. I told Nina and Ray what Lois had asked me and they said I could have time off if I wanted to try and help Ted and Lois. They were dear friends and anything I could do for them would be very much appreciated. Later, I did go to Ted and Lois's house and provide many pleasant hours for them. And, over the years, there have been lots of others.
The couple I live with now are dear friends and while I abuse them quite severely, they enjoy their life with me. Frankly, I have no illusions about what I do. There are those who will say that I must be a sexual psychopath and perhaps they are quite right. I don't mind. I am earnestly dedicated to the desire to enjoy my own sensuality to the utmost and if there is something wrong with that, I don't mind. I'm sure that those who need my services are sexual psychopaths, too, but they don't seem to mind either. They knew what they need in order to live with their sexual needs and they do it and consider their activities their own personal affair.
For instance, I honestly feel that what I do for kicks is my own business and my frankness with you stem from that feeling. Too, what others do for their kicks is their own business and so long as they don't infect those who do not wish to be molested, I think they should do just as they please, and most of them do."
Barbara's attitude and frankness is duplicated by others who practice the same black arts that she deals with. There is a sense of pride in them that is difficult for the average person to comprehend, but that seems to be the way it is.
And, for every whipmaster, there are lots of customers.
4
Many of those who eventually become whipmasters are males, and these are usually men with a strong homosexual drive. Oddly, enough, many of the women who seek their services, are fully aware that these whipmasters do not like women, as such, and it is this latent or overt hatred of the female sex that they consider most valuable. Women who are ardent slaves to the whips find this hatred the most appealing characteristic the whipmaster can possess, even more important than talent.
As one woman put it, "After all, I am seeking a very special type of treatment, and I do it because I must. Many men are constitutionally unable to develop the ferocity that I require. Too, straight males just can't bring themselves to whip a girl. So, the homosexual, dominated by a dislike of women to start with, can usually function with glee when hurting the most sensitive portions of the female anatomy. So, a fag whipmaster, is usually sought after and desired."
According to the authorities, or the practitioners in this field, the homosexual is often quite effective with clients of both sexes. Perhaps, as some suggest, this is because that sodomy usually becomes a part of the session of corporal abuse, regardless of the victim's sex. Much research has been done nowadays concerning this facet of human sexual behavior and sodomy as a part of the discipline or punishment session is reported with monotonous frequency. Women require it in many cases because it is humiliating to them and therefore an integral in the whole pattern of abuse. Others candidly like it and respond to it with intense orgasms. This is true of males as well as females and regardless of the reason, sodomy as just one more form of personal abuse is highly desirable to those who are driven and harried by such needs. For some reason, not altogether clear to anyone researching sexual mores or practices today, more and more people are seeking the services of the whipmasters and more and more are becoming skillful practitioners of what they describe as an art.
Mainly because such practices are on the increase, and because there is a need for such information, psychiatrists in great numbers have published learned books dealing with this subject, and attempting to explain what motivates both the victim and the whipmaster. Books have been written explaining that people of both sexes are stimulated excessively, and enjoyably, by spankings. The medical men explain that blows to the posterior region cause great stimulation and excitation in the sexual apparatus and thereby induces orgasms of greater intensity than ordinarily. Too, it is carefully explained that fully fifty per cent of the total population is anally oriented, or capable of extreme sexual pleasure from any anal activity of a sensual nature. It is quite possible to believe that any activity which prolongs the excruciating pleasure of orgasm could be desired by those who are oversexed, or presumed to be so. Those who are champions of flagellation insist that this practice not only prolongs the orgiastic sessions, but heightens the sensual pleasure of the orgasm beyond belief. But, this is not in itself the only result, according to those who talk candidly about their affinity for whips.
The mental attitudes required to become subservient and susceptible to such abuse are extremely pleasurable to those who experience them, and the whole, procrastinated program of sensual anguish and resultant pleasure, is enjoyable, too. For many, accepting humiliating abuse is exceptionally stimulating and rewarding. The psychiatrists insist that whole panoply of sensuality is involved and the sensations leading up to the eventual orgasms are all pleasurable and intensely rewarding, with the extreme orgasm in the end result, the coup de grace, so to speak.
Whatever the scientific or medical reasons, the fact remains that many are driven and tortured by their own sensuality until they must seek out the whipmaster and experience the exquisite pangs and anguish their deviation affords them. And because this is so, there are many whipmasters who perform their services for money, and very often are paid exorbitantly for their talents. However, the whipmasters are always sexually involved too, and the sensual joy they experience often outweighs the passions of their victims. It is quite customary for the whipmaster, if a male, to interrupt the session for his own pleasures. Usually, after a female has had her breasts soundly whipped, the session will be interrupted while the victim is required to perform fellatio upon the whipmaster. Once this is accomplished, the session continues until the victim has been brought to the brink of the gigantic orgasm that will finish her off. At that point, she is usually again required to perform fellatio with the whipmaster usually applying the whips quite viciously in order to make sure that the fellator exerts herself to the utmost. After this has been accomplished the whipmaster will continue the session until the woman's desperately needed orgasm is finally achieved.
While all of this may sound disgustedly depraved, it is nevertheless the usual procedure. Very often, the female is utterly helpless and non compos mentis while the orgasmic program runs its course. For many this is as long as an hour, for others, longer, and during this time, the whipmaster usually just rests, often becoming stimulated anew by just observing the female writhing in the throes of sensual ecstasy, too far out to be aware of anything, too drunk on bliss to be at all aware. However, when the victim has regained some measure of normalcy, the stimulated whipmaster may resume with the whips to achieve a new edge for the victim, and then cruelly sodomize the girl, bringing her to another orgasm after the sodomy is concluded.
There are endless variations, and each whip master has his or her own way of doing things. Too, many require their victims to wear special garments for the session. There are many bras made for the females who enjoy this type of activity. Some will have round openings where the nipple would be shielded and these allow that area of the breasts to be pulled through the opening, extending the nipple for the express purpose of whipping. These bras are always transparent and virtually invisible when worn, but the tips of the breasts protrude like small pears and are cruelly exposed. Many girls will want to wear tightly constricting pants with the rear and crotch cut out. Such pants lift the posterior and thrust it outward fetchingly, impudently, and thereby arouse even greater fury in the whipmaster. There are many other types of special garments for such experiences as well as expensive, specially designed furniture.
Along with all the other paraphernalia used in whipping or bondage sessions, there are many drugs and salves and unguents all designed to heighten the pain and pleasure of such sessions. Many of the lotions used on shaven loins bring agonizing stimulation to sensitive flesh and increase the sting of whips and straps. All of these, as well as the shaved genitals, are part of parcel of such activities in today's groups and bedrooms.
Too, there are whipmasters of varying skills and attitudes. Some, in time, will become so calloused, so brutal, as to be dangerous and this type is usually eschewed by the people who might seek his services. Those who should know say that some whipmasters become so severely sadistic that they lose their restraint and can and often do inflict serious bodily harm. No one wants that sort of action and these people are forced to operate in the twilight zone of sexual perversion. It is not uncommon for a whipmaster of remarkable skill and restraint to turn into a mad dog luring a session of flagellation with serious repercussions for the victim. Once this has happened, the whipmaster is presumed to have gone over the edge and the group will no longer want him or her around. The fact that something like this can always occur seems to add a dash of spice to the whole experience for those involved. Including the victim.
Roy M. is a whipmaster who has often flirted with disaster mainly because of his feelings and attitudes towards women. He is a dedicated homosexual as well as a gifted whipmaster and he is now twenty eight, an electrician by trade, and single. He tried marriage but found that it was not what he wanted. Naturally, he married a girl who was very submissive and quite willing to enjoy his peculiar talents, but his homosexual activities repelled her and they finally called it quits. like so many others, Roy was corrupted when he was quite young.
"I was alone most of the time when I was very young," Roy says. "My folks both worked. My father was a house painter by trade and my mother was a waitress. When I was about sixteen, we moved to this city in the east and we lived in an apartment that was over a garage. There was a whole string of apartments over stores and garages on the first floor. Three doors down the street from us a guy named Lonnie had a garage where he was always fixing cars. I started hanging around there after school and Lonnie and I got to be good friends. And after that, I was never home. I was always hanging out in Lonnie's place, helping him to fix a car. My folks didn't mind. They thought I just might learn something with Lonnie. He was a nice looking guy of about thirty five and we really got to be good friends.
"Lonnie was always teasing me about girls and telling me that I was beating my meat too much. Things like that. He had a pretty brown-haired girl friend, Sally, and she used to come around and whenever she did, I would drift. Lonnie and she would go upstairs to his apartment and I wouldn't see Lonnie again for hours. When I did, Lonnie would seem awful tired and he'd be yawning a lot.
"One afternoon, we were in the garage with the doors closed because it was cold outside. Lonnie made some coffee and we sat around just talking. Lonnie told me I ought to get myself a girl and I said I just didn't care too much for girls. Lonnie asked me how'd I know if I didn't try one? Then he got to kidding me about masturbation and that sort of got me sore. Lonnie just laughed, then he asked me if I'd like to go upstairs with him and see some of the pictures he had of girls. I said sure and we went upstairs. He had a nice apartment and he took me into his bedroom and I sat down on the bed. He was smiling as he told me to open the envelope and take a look at the pictures.
"I did it and there were lots of pictures. They were all of girls, naked, many of them posed with their legs wide open and their sexual organs clearly exposed. Lonnie asked me if I enjoyed looking at pictures like that. I just nodded. Some of the pictures were of his girl friend Sally and she was sure beautiful without any clothes on. I looked through all of the pictures and I was stimulated by seeing them. Lonnie noticed my condition and he just laughed. He brought out another envelope, not quite so large, and he told me that this was the good stuff. I should look at it.
"The new pictures were even worse, or better, I guess. They showed Lonnie and his girl in copulation, and there were pictures of him performing cunnilingus on her, and others showing her practicing fellatio on him. I couldn't help it, just looking at those pictures got me so steamed up I couldn't sit still. Lonnie looked at me down there and he just smiled. He sat down on the bed, too and when he put his hand on me there I jumped. He looked at me with a kind of funny expression on his face. He told me to look at some more pictures. I could have some fun and he would have fun, too. The next thing I knew his hands were fondling my privates and I was just too excited to stop him. He grinned at me and told me again to look at some more pictures. I had some of them spread out in front of me and I began studying them and then I didn't mind what Lonnie was doing to me. I liked it. When he bent his head and took my penis into his mouth I wasn't too surprised, and it felt awfully nice. Looking at the pictures, and being too steamed up to start with, I was too far gone to say anything or do anything. Lonnie's mouth was making me feel very nice and I was squirming around a lot and then it was all over and Lonnie looked at me, his eyes shining, his smile sort of nice and gentle. When he asked me if I liked what he had done, I just nodded, too embarrassed to say anything to him. He was still handling my genitals and he told me to go ahead and look at some more pictures. Just have myself a nice time.
"I went on looking at more pictures and some of the things he and his girl friend Sally did were sure interesting. Lonnie was built big and that showed in the pictures. Sally was shown masturbating him, then performing fellatio and in one picture, she was shown with her bottom toward the camera, her sex showing while she fellated Lonnie. While I was studying that one and several others like it, Lonnie bent his head and began fellatio on me all over again. This time it was much nicer and it lasted a lot longer.
When it was all over the next time, Lonnie opened his pants and took out his own sexual organ which was erect then and he held it in his hands grinning at me. Then he reached out and took my hand and placed it around his huge organ. He asked me then to masturbate him and I didn't know how to refuse. After all, he had been very nice to me and I had had a very nice time. So I simply sat there and masturbated him without being particularly affected by what I was doing. He began to get excited and he reached into his pants pocket and got out his handkerchief. When his organ occurred he used his handkerchief to absorb it all.
After he was finished, he sort of changed. He reached out and began picking up the pictures. He said he was sorry that he had shown them to me, and sorry about everything else, too. He didn't mean to corrupt a nice kid. And we should stop right where we were. He seemed like he was angry and I couldn't figure that out.
He invited me to have some more coffee with him and I did, and after that, he said that he would have to go back to work. We went downstairs and I went home while he went back to work.
In my room, I thought again of what he had done to me and I realized that I had liked it very much. The second time was much better than the first mainly because it had lasted longer. It made me feel bad to realize that we wouldn't do it again. But we did.
A couple of days later I was hanging around the garage and Lonnie was fixing a brake job. He finished it up after a while and then he washed up and I got the idea that he was finished for the day. While he was drying his hands, he looked at me and grinned. Then he asked me if I'd like to go upstairs and look at the pictures again. I guess I got red in the face but I nodded.
Lonnie was very careful to see that the garage was locked up tight and when we went upstairs he made sure that the door to the apartment was locked too. No one could get into the apartment without coming through the garage anyway so he was being unnecessarily cautious, I thought.
As soon as we got inside the apartment we went into the bedroom and he took the pictures out again and tossed them on the bed. Then he told me that he was going to take a shower. I knew that the guy was coming for the brake job the following morning, so he wouldn't have to work any more that day. That was probably why he was going to get cleaned up. Anyway, he began getting undressed and I started looking at the pictures.
He was in the shower for quite a while and when he came back into the bedroom he was stark naked and his sexual organ was already erect. It looked enormous to me. I was already excited from looking at the pictures and when he sat down on the bed beside me and made me put my hand on his sexual organ, I just did it. He was smiling at me and that made me feel good. I knew I was doing something that he liked and that was all right. I liked Lonnie and I liked fooling around the way we were, too.
He reached for my fly and got it open and then he pulled my sexual organs outside. He grinned when he saw how hard I was from just looking at the pictures. He began masturbating me slowly and I was doing the same thing to him.
"The pictures get you steamed up, eh, Roy?"
"Sure," I said. "Sure they do."
"Would you like to watch the real thing?" he asked me.
"Sure. But how could I watch?"
"Tell you what," he said. "You do what I want you to do for me and I'll fix it so that you can watch me and Sally having a ball. How's that?"
He was still masturbating me and I was still doing the same thing to him and I knew what he wanted even before he asked me, but I knew too that I wanted to do it, so I just said okay, but how could we work that out.
"There's a big flat space up in the rafters," he said. "You go through the closet ceiling. I can fix a blanket for you up there and there's a big crack in the ceiling right above the bed. You can just lie still up there and watch the whole business." He pointed toward the ceiling and I could see that there was a big crack where two pieces of molding came together. The idea of being able to watch was getting me excited and his hands playing with my genitals was making me even more excited. He didn't have to say anything to me then. He took my hand away from his big erection and then he shifted his hips and thrust it toward me and I just bent my head and let him put it in my mouth. He was still playing with me and while that was nice, doing what I was doing to him was driving me wild. I don't know why but I enjoyed it and he kept telling me what to do, to suck harder and then I felt his hands on my head pushing me down, holding me there and then he came and that made me so excited I was shaking all over. He wasn't fooling with me any more and I didn't even realize it. He held my head down there for a long time after he had his orgasm and when he finally let up on me, I was still shaking, still steamed. He just smiled at me and bent down and fellated me right away. Of course, I didn't last at all and it was all over much too quickly.
We both had a cigarette and he got dressed while I sat on the bed surrounded by the pictures. He told me that Sally was coming over that night and if I wanted to watch I should come back about seven and we would get me set up in the attic. When he was dressed, we went downstairs to the garage and I went home for supper.
I was back at the garage at seven promptly. Lonnie grinned when he saw that I was right on the button. He told me that Sally was coming over at seven thirty so I shouldn't have long to wait, but he kept telling me that I would have to be very quiet up there. I already knew that so I told him not to worry, I wouldn't make a sound. We got a thick quilt and a ladder and we both climbed up into the attic. I could see that there was a platform across the rafters and I could look right down into Lonnie's bedroom and see as clearly as though there was no ceiling at all. Lonnie put the quilt down and we positioned me so that I was on my stomach looking right down upon the bed. Lonnie told me not to smoke because that might give me away. He was still with me with me when the bell rang downstairs and he had to hurry. Sally was early, it seemed.
Lonnie went downstairs to let her in and I was alone. I wriggled myself into a comfortable position and began peering down into the bed room. A few minutes later Sally walked in with Lonnie. She was a tall girl, very pretty, with big dark eyes and soft brown hair. She was nuts about Lonnie and they didn't waste any time at all. She walked into Lonnie's arms and they began kissing. Lonnie was rubbing his hands all over her buttocks and she seemed to love that. Then he began telling her what he was going to do to her and that seemed to get her very excited. He began using dirty words and so did she. He told her he was going to drive her out of her mind and she laughed at him and said she'd enjoy that. She was going to milk him dry and make damned sure he couldn't walk when she got through with him. He laughed and said he was ready.
He began getting undressed and so did she. She was built very nicely and her breasts were even prettier than in the pictures. She got naked very quickly and plopped down onto the bed, waiting for him to join her. She told him that she was awful hot and while she waited for him she began masturbating herself. She didn't have very much pubic hair so I could see what she was doing quite clearly. Lonnie moved over onto the bed and instead of getting on top of her, he just took her finger away from her genitals and put his mouth down there and she began going crazy. Her hips were bouncing around and rotating as he did things to her and then she was squealing like an animal and Lonnie kept right on with what he was doing and she had an orgasm right away and he kept right on until she finally had to push him away. She moved on the bed then and she grasped his big erection and then she was doing the same thing to him that I had done and she must have been awful good at it because Lonnie blew right away and when she lifted her head, she smiled at him and told him that that should slow him down a bit and they could have some real fun. And Lonnie could do her some more for a while. He did it too, and she went through the same wild threshing and squealing and this time it seemed even worse.
Lonnie was erect again when she had her orgasm and she jumped away from him and quickly sat down on his huge erection. She bent over and kissed him and he kept on copulating with her but I heard her tell him not to waste it and that she wanted it. After a while they rolled over and she was beneath him and then he pulled out and shifted and she was holding it between her breasts and he was rubbing himself up and down between them. And then he lunged forward and Sally opened her mouth and captured his inflamed organ and his orgasm occurred then. She was shivering and twitching and her legs were moving around all over the place and it was obvious that she was enjoying what she was doing very much. When Lonnie finally took it away from her, she looked up at him and pouted and she looked awful pretty. She told him that she was still red hot and she was starving and now she would have to wait for him to get steam up again and she didn't want to wait. She wanted him to get steam up again and she didn't want to wait. She wanted more and more and right now.
Lonnie said, "You really want more, you can have it. You know Roy, the kid who hangs around here?"
She nodded, puzzled.
"I got him stashed up in the rafters. He wanted to watch us. I could bring him down and you could milk him for a while."
She stared at him and she looked angry, but then she smiled and seemed quite delighted.
"Do it," she said, breathlessly.
Lonnie looked up toward me. "Come on down, Roy," he said. "You are going to have some fun, too."
I was all excited and I was scared, too. But I lifted up the ceiling block and dropped down into Lonnie's closet. I walked into the bedroom, blushing like a kid and I knew that I was staring at Sally's crotch and it was wide open and I could see everything. She was smiling at me. She crooked her finger at me and I went close to her. She put her hand against my crotch and the fact that I was all excited seemed to please her. She unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants. Then she took my shorts off and she grabbed for my sexual organs right away. She looked up into my face and she smiled as she said hello. She was gently masturbating me with one hand and fondling my testicles with the other. I was too excited to say anything and when she pulled me to her I sort of had to go. She got me down onto the bed and then she was at me like an animal, her mouth slick and warm as it slid down over my excited organ and then she was emptying me quickly, hungry like some slavering beast out of the jungle. I didn't mind, I was enjoying myself. Lonnie was sitting on the bed watching us and he was grinning, happy because I was having such a nice time.
Sally seemed to be quite pleased with me. She told Lonnie that I was a very nice looking kid, and while I wasn't as good as he was, I would do in an emergency. That sort of hurt me because I thought I had done as well as Lonnie had. And I was ready again before he was. Lonnie told her to let me try copulation to delight Sally and she laid down on the bed and held me with her hand, guiding me into the deep, slippery channel between her legs.
We went at it hot and heavy then and her hips were tossing and thrusting and I just kept on and on and I don't know why but I just couldn't seem to have an orgasm that way, maybe she was too big for me. I just don't know, but she was squealing and panting and still it wouldn't happen. She reached up and caught my shoulders and she pushed me away from her angrily. She looked at Lonnie, ready anew and she snarled like.
"Damn it, Lonnie," she said, angrily, "give it to me. I want a man, not a boy. Jesus, Lonnie, give it to me."
I moved out of the way and I watched Lonnie slid his big penis into her and then the two of them went kind of crazy and I just watched, sick and ashamed because I couldn't do for her what he could do. They didn't last very long and Sally was squealing and making crazy sounds and Lonnie was panting and shivering against her so hard I though he was going to drive her through the headboard and finally they just slumped down onto the bed and rested.
I figured that Sally would be all finished with me and I started to put my clothes on again, but she stopped me.
"Where the hell do you think you're going, Sonny?" she demanded.
I told her I was going home. She just smiled and shook her head at me. Lonnie was stretched out beside her on the bed and he was smoking a cigarette. He grinned at me as Sally reached out and grasped my genitals in her cruel hands. She twisted my loins and that hurt me. She laughed at that. She pulled and I joined them on the bed. Sally wasted no time. She began fellatio on me again and she told me before she started that maybe I wasn't much in the bang business but I had a nice lollipop and after giving me a free show she was certainly going to enjoy it. She began then and two hours later, she was still doing it. My sexual organs were sore and I was not capable of getting an erection any more. I was surprised to learn that orgasm could occur without erection but she proved it to me. Her mouth and tongue would stimulate my flesh to the point where everything would just run out of me and she seemed to know all about it. After a while, things got sort of remote and I wasn't altogether with it. She finally let me go and she slapped my inert flesh with her hand, disgusted that she could not get more out of me.
"Useless thing," she said, angrily. She turned toward Lonnie and fell into his arms and they began necking passionately. Lonnie was erect again and she began again on him. I fell asleep and missed a lot of what went on. I was just too tired to stay awake.
When Lonnie awakened me, we were alone. He told me that Sally had gone home an hour earlier. Then he grinned and asked me what I thought of Sally. I didn't like her and I said so.
"Sally does get a bit wearing," he said. "Well, you better get up and go home, Roy. It's after midnight and I'm tired."
He helped me to get up and I found that my knees were weak and I could hardly stand up. He just grinned. He said I'd be all right in a little while. Walk around a bit and my strength would come back. I did that and he was right. A little later I went home and went to bed.
The dozing I had done must have rested me because I wasn't able to sleep when I got into bed. Not right away. I laid awake in the night, thinking about Sally and the things she had said to me and I hated her. I hated her so badly I couldn't sleep. When I finally fell asleep I was sure that all girls were like Sally and if you didn't have a big dong, forget it. And, all they cared about was how much milk you could give. I wasn't a cow and I didn't want to be a cow. I had heard a lot about girls and if they were like Sally, well, maybe I didn't want a girl.
And when I finally did fall asleep I dreamed that Sally was performing fellatio on me all night long.
Three days later, Lonnie asked me again if I wanted to go upstairs and look at the pictures again and I sure did. I liked it with Lonnie. He didn't make any crack and he just liked me.
As soon as we got into the apartment, I knew that things were different somehow this day. Lonnie had a funny look and he seemed more excited than I had ever seen him. We went into his bed room and he got down the envelopes with the pictures in them and he gave me a kind of sick looking smile.
"We got some more pictures now," he said. "You'll see 'em."
He was getting undressed while I was getting the pictures out. I saw right away what he meant about the new ones. He had lots and lots of pictures of me and Sally. Some showed Sally performing fellatio on me, some showed me performing cunnilingus on her. There were others showing me performing fellatio on Lonnie and they were all very clear prints. I had not had any idea that he would do anything like that and I didn't know exactly when he had taken them, but there they were. Lonnie was grinning at me as I looked at them. He seemed very pleased with himself.
"Nice and clear, ain't they?" he said.
"Yes," I said. "They are."
"You wouldn't want your folks to see them, I'll bet," he said.
"You know, I wouldn't."
Lonnie smiled again. He was naked and he had an enormous erection. He sat down on the bed and opened his thighs real wide and he just kept right on smiling at me. I reached out and began handling his excited sex organs automatically and he liked that.
"There ain't no need for anybody to ever see them pictures," he said softly. "Just you and me. But, you got to help me out, Roy. You see, there's things I haven't told you. I mean about how I really like to have fun. I figure maybe you help me out and nobody ever got to see those pictures at all. You know what I mean?"
I knew what he meant and he could see that he would have no trouble with me. I asked him what he wanted of me and his smile just got wider and bigger.
"You'll see as we go along, Roy. I'll clue you. But, right now you better take care of baby before I pop just thinking."
He reached out and put his hand behind my neck and pulled my head down to absorb his big erection and that was all right with me. I was dying to do that to him anyway. He just laid back against the pillows and let me do what I really wanted to do anyway, and when it was over, he let me up and told me to get undressed. He had some other things on his mind.
Then he told me that one of the things he enjoyed most was to be sodomized and he wanted me to do that for him. He got out a tube of petroleum jelly and showed me how to use that and then I sodomized him and he damned near went crazy with pleasure. He insisted that I put my hands down beneath his belly and masturbate him while I did it and that made him even wilder. When my orgasm came he sensed it or felt it and his whole body shuddered and he sobbed out loud like an animal in pain. But he wasn't in pain. He was having a grand time.
Later on, he insisted upon sodomizing me and I went crazy too. It was something indescribably pleasurable and the while thing nearly drove me out of my skull. And while he was sodomizing me, he used his hands to masturbate me and when orgasm came it was the most wonderful sensation I had ever known. He hurt me, but it was a nice kind of hurt and I didn't really mind it at all.
We both took a shower together after that and then we rested for a while and Lonnie told me about the whips. He explained that he was one of those who got really turned on if someone whipped him very severely and he wanted me to do that for him. This was all new to me and I told him I didn't really know how to go about doing something like that. He just laughed and said he'd explain it all to me.
He had a big closet with a lock on it and he went to that and got it open. He brought out a whip and handed it to me. I could see that just handling the whip did strange things to him and he was a little breathless as he explained to me that when he was really making it, I would have to remember to lay it on harder and harder. Don't worry about hurting him, he'd heal up all right, just lay it on with all my might.
The whip was a long, slender rod, perhaps two feet in length, wrapped with leather. At its tip, there were three long leather tongues, probably half an inch wide and two feet long. He explained that I was to use it on his buttocks for a long time, but when it got really good, then I was to use it between his legs and on his sexual organs too. But, while he was being whipped, he wanted to fellate me and when I was close to my orgasm, I was to go wild with the whips and he would respond with tremendous orgasms.
He suggested that maybe I should use the whips on him for a while and then when he was really turned on, he would go after what he wanted and by then I would know just what to do with the whips. That was all right with me. Somehow, just the thought of whipping him made me unusually excited and I had a big erection. I wanted to whip him and I wanted to learn all about this new bit of business. The whole idea fascinated me and stimulated me almost beyond endurance. Lonnie had me take a few practice swings with the whip against the bed and I was vicious with the thing. That pleased him somehow and it thrilled me. He went over to the radio and turned it on and after a while there was music. I knew instinctively that that was to drown out the noise we would make so that no one would hear anything.
Then, just like a little boy ready for punishment, Lonnie laid his chest and shoulders on the bed and presented his buttocks for some very strenuous attention.
And I was glad to oblige him.
5
Lonnie changed sort of, as soon as he got himself into position. He got a sick look on his face and he turned to look at me, standing behind him. He just said the one word, please, and it was awful the way he was begging for me to hit him. I was nervous and inept and I didn't really know how to do what he wanted but the radio was blaring and his buttocks were waving around and he was imploring me to start in on him and he looked like he was sick with passion.
I raised my arm and brought the whip down with a short, sharp blow and the leather hit his left buttock and I saw the angry red welt beginning. He gasped as the whip hit him and I hit him again and this time, I caught the other buttock and he was writhing around on the bed and his bottom was thrusting backwards towards me as though eager for more. And something happened he accused stared at his bottom and his genitalia hanging down between his legs. I was aware that I had an erection that was big, it was hurting me and it threatened to burst any second. Too, I was so damned excited I didn't know what to do. I wanted to him again and again and I knew that I was going to give him the beating of his life. I raised my hand with the whip again and again and I lashed his buttocks and the back of his thighs from every vantage point and he was making wild, gasping sounds and his bottom was a rosy red and getting swelled up and then my own excitement caught me and I whipped him savagely between his legs and that got me so excited I had an orgasm without even touching myself. And it was extremely pleasurable and that surprised me. But it didn't stop me. I kept right on whipping Lonnie and the harder I hit him, the better he liked it. And then it happened for him and he just slid back onto his haunches and fell sideways onto the floor and I let him alone for a while. He was crawling around a little and stretching his legs out and I could see that he had spent himself thoroughly.
He was not really conscious for a long time, I mean, he didn't know what he was doing and it took him a long time to sort of get his marbles straightened out, but when he did, he told me that I had performed beautifully and I had really given him a wonderful experience. He stood up and walked a little funny and he was wincing with pain, but he didn't seem to care. He went to a closet and got out a big jar of cold cream and he asked me to rub that into his swollen buttocks for him. I did it and after that he was quite all right again.
Later in the day, he wanted the whips again and this time he had me sit on a footstool while he knelt on the floor and practiced fellatio on me. And he wanted me to use the whips on him while he did it. There was a big glass mirror in his bedroom and it stood in a big, movable frame, and he sat this up behind his buttocks so that I could see just where I was putting the whips. That worked fine and i really gave it to him good, and when he was bringing me to my own orgasms I damned near killed him, but when my orgasm came, his did too, so I know he enjoyed himself and so did I. He needed the cold cream again and when I had massaged him thoroughly, he just wanted to lie on the bed and talk. He told me that I was quite good with the whips and he appreciated what I had done for him. He needed the whips to really have his best and most rewarding experiences. He liked girls occasionally but he enjoyed the whips at the hands of another man most of all.
He spent a lot of time showing me how to handle the whips most effectively. And he explained that there is an area between the anus and the testicles tha is especially sensitive and concentration on that particular spot can induce orgasms of fantastic intensity in the male and the female, too, sometimes.
After that first afternoon, there were many sessions with Lonnie and the whips, and of course we developed a homosexual relationship that we both enjoyed. As time passed, Lonnie began to discourage Sally's visits. After all, all that she wanted to do, mainly, was fellatio and we could do that for ourselves and we didn't need her.
My relationship with Lonnie went on for more than five years and no one ever suspected that we were anything but good friends. It was Lonnie who suggested that I take up a trade and I became an electrician, mainly because of his advice. But Lonnie got himself killed in an automobile accident one night when he was out testing a car and that sort of left me at loose ends.
"For a long time after I lost Lonnie, I just concentrated on working and that was all. I found that I was not much interested in girls and while my folks were always after me to marry a nice girl and settle down, I wasn't really much interested. I sort of got into the habit of masturbation and that was it for me.
And then I met Bonnie. She was a waitress in a restaurant where we were doing a job and she and I sort of liked each other right from the start. She was little and full of fun and she was really very pretty. She had dark brown hair and big brown eyes and a round face with a soft, sullen mouth that always looked like it was waiting to be kissed. I guess she sort of went after me, but I liked her anyway and in no time, we made a date to go to the movies and after that to go for a ride in the country and we soon were going together without quite realizing it.
Bonnie was always teasing me, always poking fun at me and this one afternoon, she got me sore. We were out in the country for a picnic and we were settled down on a blanket in a nice shady spot and there was no one around. We had the whole place to ourselves, and Bonnie was giving me a bad time, teasing me and getting me sore. I told her to cut it out or I would lay her across my knees and spank the hell out of her. That surprised her, sort of, and she knelt in front of me, smiling, her big dark eyes dancing. The idea seemed to tickle her.
"You wouldn't dare," she said, tauntingly. "You haven't got the guts. I know you haven't."
That was the wrong thing to say to me. I had not really made any serious passes at Bonnie as yet. Oh, we had done a lot of hot necking and she really turned on, but I hadn't had sex with her, and I was sort of waiting for her, but this time, she was just burning me up and I was sore. When she taunted me with not having the guts to spank her, I moved fast and pulled her to me in a way that threw her across my legs. Before she knew what was going on, I slipped off one of my loafers and then I was walloping her lovely tail with it and she was gasping with pain and scooching around something fierce. And then all of that changed and she was whimpering and moaning and I was still walloping her bottom and she was acting crazy. She kept whimpering and telling me to hurt her, to hit her harder. I did it too, and then her whole body stiffened and she quivered and vibrated like a piano string and then she suddenly collapsed across my legs and she was just like a lump of dough, limp and utterly relaxed. I put my shoe back on and then I started patting her sore bottom and she slowly moved back onto her haunches. She faced me and her face was streaked with tears but she was smiling and her eyes had a nice soft look.
"Oh, Roy," she said, softly, "you don't know what you did to me. You just can't imagine."
"Of course I know," I said, scornfully. "I didn't leave you hung up, did I?"
She shook her head and looked quite solemn. "No," she said. "You didn't." She smiled again. "I'm sorry, Roy," she said, very softly, "but that's the way I am. I can't help it."
"I can help it," I said. "I can whip your tail any time you think you'd like it done."
"Like now," she said. She was still passionate and she had to have more, and suddenly, I ached with the desire to give her more.
She looked around and her eyes were shiny, not tracking too well, really.
"We can't do it here," she said. Her tongue slipped out to lick her lips and she was trembling as she watched me.
"We can go to my place," I said. "It's nice and remote from anybody, and we can do as we please there. And, I've got a nice whip that I can use on you and really give you a time."
She shivered and her smile glowed then. She just nodded and I could see that she was already excited beyond endurance. She let me help her to her feet and she began walking funny. I smiled at her and she stuck her tongue out at me.
"I'm sopping," she said. "Really sopping."
I gave her my pocket handkerchief and she reached up under her skirt and tucked the handkerchief into her pants. We packed up and got out of there in a hurry.
She was quiet in the car and very pale. She kept looking at me from time to time and I suggested that she wanted to talk but she was too stimulated to make sense so she just kept quiet and left things up to me.
My folks had long since moved from the garage apartments, and they lived on the other side of town now. And, shortly after Lonnie died, I rented his apartment and that's where I took Bonnie. I knew that we were going to have a good time, especially me, and there wasn't anyone we had to worry about. Bonnie was only twenty but her folks were dead and she was making it on her own.
She lived in a furnished room and if she didn't get home over night, no one cared. All the way back to town she kept glancing at me and she was very sober, very pale, and when I pulled the car into the garage, she got out and stood beside the car, trembling and swaying slightly. I smiled at her and told her to come along.
She followed me up the stairs and into the apartment without saying a word. I locked the door behind us and she stood for a moment, just looking at me with her big dark eyes shining, her lovely mouth twisted and swollen.
"You got to hurt me, Roy," she said quietly. "You really got to hurt me."
I pulled her into my arms and I kissed her lips and she clung to me and sobbed.
"You don't need to tell me what to do," I said. "I will know exactly how to handle you. Believe me."
I took her hand then and led her into the bedroom. She started to sit down on the bed but I held her erect and shook my head.
"Down sit down," I said coldly. "Get your clothes off, then I'll tell you what to do."
She shivered but she nodded, too. She began undressing and I just stood there, watching as her beautiful body became naked. She had beautiful breasts, small, but full and enticing. She slid her skirt down her hips and her legs were very good, her thighs full and beautifully rounded. She peeled her pants down and her bottom was soft and plump and firmly fleshed. It was red and sore now. She turned and the thick patch of curls at her crotch was a darker brown than her hair. She saw me looking at her there and she moved closer to me. I put my hand between her legs and then my fingers were touching the tormented flesh and she was gasping and prancing around. She whispered, "Hurt me, hurt me, please, hurt me."
I grasped her swollen clitoris in my fingertips and then I caught it between my nails and I hurt her. I really hurt her. She clung to me, her legs vibrating and her whole body shuddering, and her eyes went really haywire. She began screeching into my ear and she almost fainted and then I felt the swift, compulsive spasms of orgasm in her and she fell against me, clinging tightly, her soft screeching fading away, her eyes spilling tears onto her cheeks.
She let me hold her while the severe convulsions of orgasm had their way with her and I thought that she would be calmer then but she wasn't. She was still more in need than ever. I pushed her down onto the footstool and she sat there, too worked up to move. I went to the closet and got out the whip, the same one that Lonnie had loved so much. I held it in my hands and let the strands of leather dangle an Bonnie's eyes stared at hit with a sick fascination. She kept licking her lips and her eyes were still sort of crazy.
I laid the whips down on the floor in front of her and she just stared at it with a kind of hypnotic stare. I got undressed and when I was naked, she lifted her eyes and looked at me. She saw that I was already excited and more than ready and her gaze seemed quite pleased with my sexual equipment.
When I sat down on the edge of the bed in front of me, she seemed to know exactly what I had in mind, but just in case she didn't, I told her. She didn't need to be told twice. She bent her head and quickly began fellatio and I just sat back and enjoyed it. She enjoyed it even more than I did, and when I had to push her away, she wouldn't be pushed. She was insatiable and I had to beg her to stop. When she lifted her head and looked at me, she was glassy eyed with passion and hunger.
I made her put her torso onto the bed and then I hauled off and used the whips on that lovely behind of hers and she went ape in a hurry. She began screaming with pleasure and I stopped. I got a washrag and stuffed that into her mouth and then I went back to the whips and she went ape again but she wasn't noisy any more.
It took an hour of steady, furious whipping to bring her along to the point where she was close to ecstasy and total release. Then I began stinging her clitoris with a steady hail of well aimed lashes before she began laboring and pulsating with incipient orgasm, and then it happened and her body straightened out in spasmed tension and her eyes rolled up into her head and her whole body shook and racked with effort and the massive orgasm began in her and she sprawled on the floor, craw-fishing slowly as the long, pulsing glory began and she slipped into the distant and strange world of sensual ecstasy. I knew that she would be a long time in limbo so I put the whip away and fixed myself a cup of coffee. I carried it back to the bedroom and sat down with a cigarette, waiting while Bonnie's lovely body battled the tides and crests of many orgasms. In a way, I envied her this splendor, and when I noticed that her thighs were slick with the juices of her passion I envied her almost bitterly. She didn't need a man, she didn't need anything except the whip. I was just a means to an end for her, and whatever I and my services cost her, it would be all right. I didn't like that idea. I didn't like that at all.
After a long time, Bonnie's body stopped twitching and she calmed somewhat. She lifted herself up onto her hands and turned her head to look up at me. She had a twisted grin on her mouth and her face seemed relaxed and serene. Her eyes were fine again, too.
"Hi," she said. I didn't answer her. I reached out to help her up onto her feet and she managed to stand. She was shaky and a little weak and her bottom looked swollen and sore but she didn't seem to mind very much. She wanted to take a shower right away and she certainly needed one, but I suggested that she let it go for a bit. I got up and got out the big jar of cold cream and I made her lie down on the bed and I massaged the cream into her bottom and her sexual appartus too. That got both of us excited and she suggested that we do something about my erection. She rolled over onto her back and smiled up at me as she guided me toward the tight little opening that was excited again. Copulation with her was an exceedingly pleasant experience and we clung together and necked like crazy as both of us achieved orgasm together. And then we just collapsed and tried to get our wind back while we had a cigarette. Then she went off to have her shower and I just relaxed, waiting for her to come back.
She was her usual self when she came out of the bathroom. She was naked but she didn't seem at all self conscious and she was smiling, very obviously happy. She climbed up onto the bed with me and placed her mouth over my lips in a very sweet kiss. She reached for my sexual organs automatically and held them in her hand while we were necking. Then she settled back against the pillows and asked for a cigarette.
We talked then and she told me that she had always been a little hot pants. Her mother used to spank her often until she discovered that Bonnie liked that and reacted to it sexually. She never did it again after that. And, she had picked up with the boy next door and he had spanked her and eventually used his belt on her. And, of course, they had practiced all of the perversions. Bonnie liked sodomy, cunnilingus, fellatio, you name it, she loved it all, but she was a slave to the whips and she told me that she never wanted me to leave her because I was an expert. That pleased me and I told her about Lonnie and all the practice I had had. She knew that Lonnie and I had developed a homosexual relationship but that didn't bother her too much. Her attitude was permissive. If you enjoyed it, do it. That simple.
We talked for quite a while and then Bonnie slid down in the bed and began kissing my genitals and then she was performing fellatio and she was good at it, so good that I couldn't hold back and when she had gotten what she wanted, she just kept right on going, and I lay there letting her do it. She told me later that she liked doing that best of all, and when she had gorged herself, then she wanted to be spanked first and then whipped, so that was the way we spent the rest of the day and the night, too. She stayed over that first night and just before we went to sleep, she made sure that there was nothing for her to get out of me, and when we woke in the morning, she fellated me first of all. Then she got out of bed and fixed us some coffee and after we had had a couple of cups of coffee, she went after me again and when that was all over, we both had to go to work.
That night when I picked her up, she wanted to go to the apartment first off. And as soon as we were in the bedroom, she went over my sexual organs and started fellatio all over again. She was all right about things. If I felt like I wanted to perform cunnilingus on her, that was okay. Anything just so long as it made me happy. And, always, our sessions terminated with me beating the hell out of her. And then I would have to wait an hour for her to come back to normal. But, I didn't mind because when I was whipping her, I was having a ball, too. like Lonnie, she liked to be whipped especially when she was performing fellatio. She said it made her feel like she was being forced to do it and that heightened her sexual pleasure.
It was Bonnie who thought that we might make it if we got married. We seemed to be just right for each other, so we did get married and everything seemed to work out just fine. Bonnie would make sure that she emptied my loins every night with her frenzied fellatio and the first thing in the morning, she would do it again, maybe twice if there was time. Weekends we wouldn't even bother getting dressed, we would just devote the whole weekend to sex. And, Bonnie was constantly doing to me the same thing that Lonnie had done, so I stopped missing Lonnie, but I always wished that he was around, because I enjoyed practicing fellatio on him and I was honest enough to know that.
We were married three years and things were fine for the first two years, but Bonnie sort of changed after the first couple of years. She was the one to suggest that maybe if we joined some of the clubs we could have even more fun, and maybe I could have the kind of fun that I enjoyed best, too. By then, we had pretty definitely established that I was homosexual in nature, but Bonnie didn't mind that too much. She was having her fun, so what did she care? We talked about the clubs and Bonnie finally confessed that she had been a member of one and she could invite some of the couples to our place if I agreed. We talked it over and I agreed. So she made a phone call and then told me that Bert and Nancy, a young couple who belonged to the club were coming for the weekend. She was quite pleased about the whole thing.
"You'll enjoy Bert," she told me. "He's nice and he is absolutely inexhaustible. Two other girls and I worked on him one whole weekend once and we just couldn't exhaust him. Nancy is nice, too, and she is very pretty. She's a cute blonde with big boobs and a sweet fanny. She's a shaver, too, and that should delight you. Nancy goes the whip route too, but when she starts with her orgasm she pees all over everything. You just put something under her so that she doesn't ruin the rug."
"Why doesn't she go to the bathroom first?"
Bonnie grinned. "She does, but it doesn't help. You'll see."
Bert and Nancy came over early on Friday and I met both of them. Bert was tall and slender and he had big grin that he wore all the time. Nancy was everything that Bonnie said she was. It's funny, but we weren't at all strange with each other. Nancy and Bonnie were very good friends too, and we sat around in the kitchen and had some coffee and sort of got acquainted. Bonnie told Nancy that I was an artist with the whips and Nancy's pretty face glowed. Bert grinned and said that if I was that good, maybe I'd give him some attention, too. Nancy said that Bert loved the whips just as much as she did, and he enjoyed them most of all when he was working on another guy. Bert blushed when she said that but Bonnie told him not to worry. I was just like him, and we should have a ball.
"Bert is exactly like your friend Lonnie," she said, smiling. "That's why I invited him and Nancy over. I want you to have fun, too. And you will. You'll see."
The two girls were dying to get at each other. That was quite plain, so we got up and went into the bedroom. Nancy was getting out of her clothes with feverish haste. Bonnie, too, and the girls were both naked before Bert and I got halfway undressed. Nancy's breasts were large as Bonnie had said but they were firm and pink tipped with large pale rosettes. Her hips were wide and softly rounded and her pubic area was bald. Nancy stood and let me examine her quite carefully. She was smiling, proud of the beauty of her body. When Bert was naked I was pleased to see that he wasn't any bigger than I was, smaller maybe. We stood naked grinning at each other, looking at the girls.
Bonnie, as hostess, was expected to plan our program for us, and she wasted no time. She decided that Bert would copulate with her and I would have Nancy, and when we were done, they would have themselves a nice long sixty nine.
Nancy was a passionate girl and when I got on top of her, she manipulated my organ with her fingers a bit, then she smilingly guided it into her and as soon as I slid inside, she began bucking and shoving against me and her hips were swirling and tossing and she was crazed with lust. She lay with her head twisted to one side, her eyes closed, her mouth working and she was white as a sheet, and then she shivered and her eyes opened and she was not aware of me or anything else, only the strong, overpowering feelings in her body and she began fighting me, her mouth exuding spittle, her face all twisted out of shape. She was making weird little noises in her throat and then it was all over for both of us and her legs were around my back, holding me tightly to her, her nails digging cruelly into my back as her fingers clawed me harshly. It took her a long time to unlock herself and she was turning her head from side to side and moaning with real pleasure. Bonnie and Bert were beside us on the bed and they were fighting it out too. When I tried to withdraw, Nancy clutched me to her and she just wouldn't let me go. After a while, a big sigh escaped her and her legs let me go and she sort of melted against the sheets. I moved away and Bonnie slid alongside, her face slack and she was lying on her side. Nancy rolled onto her side too and the girls began a strenuous session of lesbian love. I stood up and watched them. Bert was lighting a cigarette and when he saw that I was on my feet and sort of sensible again, he handed me one. We both sat then smoking, and watching the girls in their frenzied lovemaking.
They were thrashing around on the bed and first one would be astride, then the other. They were having a marvelous time and we envied them, I know. I asked Bert if he wanted some more coffee and he said we might as well. We went out into the kitchen and poured some more coffee and sat there drinking it. After a while the two girls came out to join us. They both had sheepish looks and thought they had to apologize for their frenzied lust for each other.
They sat with us for a while and had some more coffee and after a while, we were all excited again and ready for new activity. Bonnie and Nancy went back into the bedroom and when we walked in the two girls were sitting on the edge of the bed, whispering and giggling like children. Bonnie looked at me and I could tell by her smile that she was thinking up something not quite nice.
"We talked things over," she said, "and, as hostess, I dictate what happens next. So, we figure that you and Bert should have a go at each other. First, Roy, why don't you do Bert, and then he can do you? All right?"
Bert looked nervous and embarrassed and that tickled the girls. They whispered some more and snickered. Bonnie told Bert to come over onto the bed and they would neck him while I performed fellatio on him. That would make it lots more fun for him. Bert went over and stretched out on his back and the two girls went right after him. Bonnie was kissing his mouth and Nancy was kissing his chest and he was in bad shape very quickly. I was shaking like a busted fan as I crawled up onto the bed and bent my head to deal with his organ. And then all sense of reason departed and I shook and shuddered and the most compelling urge to enjoy him swept through me and I wasn't able to control myself or do anything about the lust that was raging in me. I lost all contact with reality and the girls were at me, forcing me away from him and they looked frightened. Nancy was patting Bert's sexual organs and they looked wilted and wan. Nancy told me then that I had damned near killed Bert with my frenzied hunger. Bonnie looked at me rather oddly and
I felt ashamed of my ardor, but Bert didn't seem to be too upset. He was smiling quite happily.
Then it was my turn to lie down and let Nancy's sweet little mouth kiss my lips and delight me while Bonnie gave me a tongue bath elsewhere and then Bert was doing what he really wanted to do and swift, overwhelming ecstasy overwhelmed me and I slipped away and the next thing I knew I was squeezing Nancy's breasts cruelly in my hands and she was kissing me hotly, her tongue deep inside my mouth and I could feel my strength being dragged from me and it was pure, excruciating ecstasy and I never wanted it to end. But it did end and then I was alone, too weak to move right away and the others were talking, trying to decide what to do next.
There wasn't too much to consider as both male members of the party had been thoroughly exhausted. Nancy said that she and Bert had brought dildoes and they were in the car downstairs. She could put on a robe and go get them. Bonnie approved that idea and the two girls put on robes and went downstairs to where Bert's car was parked in the garage. When they came back upstairs, they each had remarkably life-like dildoes. They got out of their robes and strapped on the dildoes. They paraded around looking like maladjusted males, then they were determined to sodomize us. That was all right with us and they pretty well wore themselves out with that sport. Bonnie gave Bert a really rough time while Nancy did the same for me. Then they used the dildoes on each other and that was a lot more fun for them, apparently. They kept at that sort of play for quite a while but they must have gotten themselves too worked up because they discarded the dildoes and went back to lesbian love making.
Bert and I watched them for a long time and seeing the great joy they were experiencing affected us and somehow we began fondling each other's parts and then we were mixed up in a wild session of mutual fellatio. Bert had no reservations about the way he was and neither did I and in time the girls began complaining that they were being neglected and they were right.
We finally quit in order to give the girls a chance to feed us and Bert and I just rested and talked while the two girls made some dinner for us. We all ate in the kitchen and none of us was uncomfortable because we were naked. Bert and Nancy told Bonnie and we what was being done in the club they all belonged to and Bonnie asked me if I'd like to go to a club meeting in the near future. We talked about it and I decided that I would like to attend one of the club meetings. In the meantime, Bert and Nancy said they would come over as often as we'd let them because they enjoyed knowing us and we could have a lot of fun together.
After we had eaten, all of us were stimulated again, probably because of the things we had been talking about. Anyway, we all went into the bedroom again and started playing games. They were all eager for the whips so I wasted no time. Nancy was eager for attention first. She was almost sick with wanting and she was shaking herself to pieces, so we gave her some attention right off.
Bonnie told me just how to handle her. Nancy was one of those who liked having her breasts whipped or pounded, really, I guess you'd say. The whip was useless for her breasts so I used a thick fly swatter and she cupped her breasts in her palms holding them up for the brutal slapping around they took. Bonnie was pretty bad about getting whipped but Nancy was really wild about it. She lost all control and became a rutting, shivering animal, eager to enjoy more and greater pain and anguish. She slid to the floor and began scrambling on the floor, looking for the stool. She crawled onto it and presented her bottom for the whips. Her thighs were spread as far apart as she could manage and she was squirming and moaning as she waited for the lashes to sting her excited flesh into ecstatic agitation. Bert was watching her and me and he was very much excited and thrilled by the sight of his pretty wife and her torment. He gave me a sickly grin and told me to really lay it on for her. Bonnie was busy with Bert's huge erection and all the while I was whipping Nancy' beautiful posterior, she was performing fellatio on Bert and she was driving him out of his mind with her efforts. Bert was enjoying Nancy's experiences too and so was I. When she began the shuddering, laboring climb to total ecstasy and the gigantic orgasm she sought was near, I knew enough to really pour it on and then Nancy's hips lifted high up into the air, her rosy bottom twitched with convulsive spasms, and then she was beginning her orgasms and I saw what Bonnie meant about Nancy, as a strong stream of pale yellow fluid spurted from her and drenched me. She never even knew what happened. She was too far out, too thoroughly off on her own special trip.
Bert wanted to be next. In spite of what Bonnie had done to him, he was still turned on and he yearned for the same kind of treatment his wife got. Bert took over the stool and as soon as I started on him, Bonnie came to kneel in front of me and treat me to frantic fellatio. She got me so steamed up I damned near killed Bert but that was just fine with him. When it was all over for him, Bonnie and I massaged our guests back into shape again and they both told us that they had enjoyed their session with the whips immensely. Nancy thought I was gifted and she asked if she could tell the other members of her group about my talents. She asked too if I would give some of her friends some attention.
That was fine with me and I said so. Just before we finally quit that first night, Bonnie had her turn with corporal punishment and after we brought her back from nowhere, she and Bert went to bed together and Nancy and I sacked in together. The next day was just more of the same and Bert and I spent a lot of time together, while the girls made love to each other.
After the weekend was over, Bert and Nancy began dropping in now and then. Then it was Bert and he and I developed a homosexual relationship that we still have today. Bonnie and I went to the club meetings and my whip and I became quite popular. You'd be surprised how many nice young people really love to be turned on and thinned out by that sort of treatment. They tell me that I am really good at it. Bonnie and I eventually split up. She said that I thought more of Bert than I did of her and she was quite right. So, she moved out and got herself a divorce. She let a dyke pick her up one night and she lives with her now and the dyke is even more brutal to her than I ever was, but Bonnie seems to like it that way. Nancy is still with Bert and she doesn't give a damn what we do so long as she gets taken care of by the whips. So I usually give her a real going over to start with and that leaves Bert and me free for a couple of hours at a stretch, and when Nancy comes out of it, I give it to her again and she goes off again. Nancy says that I have a hatred for women and perhaps she is quite right.
In any case, I am doing the things I enjoy doing and I am not at all ashamed about any of it. The people who get involved with unlimited sexuality ask for whatever they get and some of them really get turned on, one way or another. But, they don't fool around with drugs or acid or things like that. They find pleasure in their own bodies and that makes it their own business."
Many people will argue that Roy and others like him are ill, and perhaps they are right. But, Roy will insist that the psychiatrists nowadays advise people to indulge their sexual inclinations to the utmost in order to achieve a well adjusted existence. No one should complain if those who do just that do seem to get a bit out of hand now and then. Those who practice the perversions stat that these are things that give them pleasure and therefore they feel that they have the right to do as they please. Too, those involved with bizarre sexual activities are always quick to point out that they do not corrupt. Those who seek the society of other perverts are already corrupted and merely looking for new and more interesting partners for their activities.
Regardless of the reasoning offered, the fact that more and more people seek physical abuse at the hands of a capable whipmaster for sensual pleasure, is pretty well established and while the average individual cannot understand, or comprehend how much treatment can afford pleasure to its victim, others, who cannot explain it either are joining the ranks of those seeking the whips.
Even those who enjoy such practices will concede that they are sick, but they just don't care about that. They care only for the feverish, tingling anguish that the whips can bring and the immense reward of exquisite, prolonged ecstasy. This, to hear them tell it, makes it all worth while.
Flagellation as a means of heightening sensual pleasure has been a part of our culture since the days the ancient Greeks and the Romans, so perhaps those who can stand that sort of abuse may know a different world, a different ecstasy and certainly a different type of master.
In Roy's case, there are those who will suggest that his talent as a whipmaster may be his only claim to importance and this could be quite correct. His talent and his victims have become the most important activity of his drab existence. And, aside from his perverted sexual acts, he has Very little else in his life. When asked if he thought of seeking treatment in order to cure his homosexual sexuality he regarded the question as idiotic. With his lover and his whips he is decidedly happy and needs no more.
And, according, to him, who would want to change that?
6
Research and investigation reveals that many of the practicing whipmasters today are girls, many of them much too young to be involved with such perverted actions, but it would seem that the submissives, the personality types who seek abuse and domination are especially titillated if the person doing the abusing is a very pretty girl. This holds true for both male and female submissives, and while some do enjoy punishment at the hands of a man most, those who discuss their twisted needs insist that there is something piquantly stimulating about being humiliated or abused by a girl.
Recently, a lovely whipmaster was arrested by police in Newark, New Jersey, after a Newark policeman paid the girl fifty dollars for a session under her skillful whips. Before the girl could apply the lash to the detective, he blew his trusty whistle, a horde of police crashed in and arrested the girl and her male companion. Arraigned, she and her companion were released on bail and those who should know predict that she will never come to trial.
This was the second such case of a raid on a house of whips in New Jersey and in neither case was prosecution completed. When both places were raided, police were able to find lists of the names and addresses of the clients and many of these were among the nation's most prominent people. And so the matter dies.
No one seems to know why people seek abuse, or the harsh touches of the whips as an aid to exploitational sexuality, but many have tried to rationalize and come up with a sensible answer. Some psychologists and psychiatrists talk about guilt complexes, and expiration of one's sins, and others offer other reasons, equally cogent, but it is anybody's guess why people seek domination and abuse as part and parcel of their sexual enjoyment. That they do is already too well known.
These days there are many cases wherein a very young girl, pretty and well shaped, becomes the roommate or toy of another girl and submits to harsh treatment simply because of a need to be dominated and abused. This very often happens in the colleges and universities all over the country and many girls who have become confirmed lesbians, or masochists, report their early initiation into sexuality in college.
Cases wherein pretty girls of a shy and quiet nature have been exploited by more aggressive females are turning up with monotonous frequency these days. And in every case, the quiet young thing was always quite willing to be dominated and abused, even seeking such treatment and quite aware of their search and its inevitable consequences.
Whether these girls are lesbians by nature to begin with is not easily established. Very often such girls will form a liason with another girl who is bi-sexual and therefore become subject to all of the perverted sexuality of the lesbian as well as considerable exploitation as the plaything of males, too. Research suggests that there are no limits in these affairs and no one seems to care about what happens to either party.
Lynn S. is now twenty two. She is a pale blonde, very lovely, rather short but she possesses an exceptionally good figure. She works as an assistant librarian and she is shy and quiet in the extreme. Yet she was more than willing to discuss her experiences in bizarre sex with great candor and a resigned, passive acceptance of her lot. Lynn grew up in a small Midwestern town and after high school, journeyed west to attend college on a modest inheritance that came to her because of an uncle's death.
"I was seventeen," she says, "and while I was rather shy and reserved, I knew I didn't want to stay in my home town and stagnate like all of the other girls I knew. And, I wasn't too interested in becoming somebody's kitchen mechanic. I wanted to get out among people and see the big city. I wasn't really virginal, I'd fooled around a bit and I'd had some rather messy experiences in the back seat of a guy's car and I didn't like that at all. It was all too quick, too messy and once I learned about masturbation, I stuck with that and avoided dates where I thought I'd have to battle all the way home. The point I'm making here is that by the time I got settled into college I'd had no sex of any kind for a long time.
"I don't think anyone knows what makes one person like another person. Maybe there's some special chemistry that does it, maybe it is just accidental, but whatever the reason, when I first met Aggie, I liked her. She is a stunning brunette with a nice smile and big dark eyes that are always quiet and reserved. Perhaps that is what made it possible for us to become friends. Aggie's folks are on the east coast and she was out here alone, too, just like me.
"We met when I was getting registered and she was quite helpful to ma We had lunch together that first day and talked a lot Aggie wanted to know what I was going to do about a place to live, and after we talked about things for a while, she suggested that we could get us an apartment together and share everything.
"That seemed like a good idea so after we finished in the administration offices, we started looking around for an apartment. That was rough going and we couldn't find anything that was in our price range. Then we ran into a nice young guy who worked in a real estate office and he asked if we would be interested in a small house that was completely furnished. When he told us what the rent was we went right out and looked at it. A short time later we had us a house. It was a lovely little place and we had no near neighbors. That delighted us most of all, because if we had to stay up late studying, we wouldn't be disturbing anybody. We moved in right away and began settling in.
We both loved our little house and we bought lots of little things to make it prettier and more comfortable. Aggie was out a lot but I didn't mind, mainly because I had a heavy work load and I had to study a lot. Aggie was always the fun loving one and once in a while she'd take off and be gone for the whole weekends.
When Aggie was home, we got along fine and we had lots of fine talks. Sometimes we'd sit around and watch the TV together and have some cocoa and cookies before we went to bed. It was all very nice and the longer I knew Aggie the more I liked her. And after a while I got to depending on her for a lot of things, company mainly, I guess. And, she had a car and we used to take little trips in it once in a while. Things like that.
But, like I said, Aggie would often go away for a whole week end and when she would come home she would be exhausted. She told me that she had some friends who lived in the country and she would drive out and visit them. While she was away, I found that I missed her terribly and I just couldn't wait for her to get home again.
When she did get home she would just flop on her bed and fall sound asleep with her clothes on. So, I wouldn't really get to visit with her after all.
One night she brought a boy friend home and introduced him to me. His name was Harvey and he was a nice looking blonde boy. I liked Harvey but knowing that he was spending time with Aggie made me very jealous of him and I suppose I was not too nice to Harvey. The night I met him, he just sat in our living room and waited for Aggie to get dressed and then they went out and I was left alone and I was heartsick about it.
And then one night Aggie came home and she seemed awfully sad and unhappy. While we were having some dinner, I asked her what was the matter and she told me that she had decided to move. She was going to live by herself and she knew that she would miss me terribly because she had really come to care about me a great deal and we were such good friends and all. I burst into tears, shocked and hurt beyond belief. She leaned back in her chair and she was very pale as she lit a cigarette and watched me with her big dark eyes unhappy.
"I hate to move out on you, honey," she said, "but I know I'd better. Believe me, I know what I'm doing."
I was too upset to even discuss it with her. I jumped up and ran into the bedroom. I flopped onto my bed and began crying my heart out. It didn't bother me that I might have to give up the house, what bothered me was losing the dearest friend I'd ever had. And Aggie had become my best friend, my only friend.
Aggie followed me into the bedroom after a while and she sat down beside me and patted my sobbing shoulders. That just made it worse. I tried to shrug her hand off of me and cried harder.
"Lynn, dear," she said softly, "stop it. Now you stop it right away. I have to move. I can't help it."
I twisted around and glared up at her. The light from the kitchen made it possible for me to see her face quite clearly and I could see that she looked very unhappy.
"Why do you have to move?" I demanded. "You don't. You just don't want to stay with me anymore. You don't really like me."
She looked down at me and her eyes were awfully unhappy.
"That is quite true, Lynn, dear," she said very quietly. "I love you. And that's why I've got to move. Can't you understand?"
I didn't understand. "I love you, too," I said passionately. "But that doesn't mean that I want to leave you."
Aggie bent her lovely head then and gently kissed my mouth.
"I don't think you really understand, Lynn," she said. "I really love you. I mean the way a girl should love a man. And there isn't anything I can do about it. So, the only thing is for me to go. That's why I am moving."
The things she said shocked me for a moment and then it made me feel all nice and warm all over.
"You don't have to move," I said, whispering. "I love you too. like that, too. I really do."
Aggie bent again and a sob escaped her as she found my lips and kissed me hotly, passionately and I was responding to her sweet kiss with an ardor that amazed me. I was trembling and a sudden onslaught of sexual excitement made me breathless and weak. Aggie's mouth clung to mine and then I felt her tongue inside and it was so sweet, so very right and so very wonderful. We were both crying and hugging each other tightly. Aggie slid her mouth away and her voice was a soft whisper in my ear.
"I love you so much, pretty little girl, and I can't keep my hands off of you. I just can't."
' was too excited to speak and she seemed to know it. Her hands began unbuttoning my blouse and in seconds her fingers were handling my breasts and her touch was adding to the sensual frenzy that was building up in me. She bent her head again and then her mouth was trying to swallow my breast and it felt so nice, so exciting, so very right. Her hands were straying all over me and I didn't mind. I didn't mind at all. I felt her fingertips sliding upwards on my leg and then they were crawling high on my thigh and I was sobbing with an uncontrollable sexual desire that was totally new to me and just too thrilling. Her fingertips slid beneath the fabric of my panties and then they were inside and I was in agony. Aggie touched the right spot and then she was very ardent, her kisses on my mouth were blazing and she was squirming as much as I was. Her fingers worked expertly, masturbating me much more capably than I could have done and when I ditched her and squealed in sweetest torment, her tongue slipped deep into my mouth and her fingers worked feverishly and a massive orgasm shook me and turned me into paste. Her fingers kept on rubbing me, very gently, easing me into some semblance of normalcy and her kisses were still warm and loving.
I clung to her for a long time until she took her mouth away from mine and then she was breathing raggedly into my ear.
"Did my little baby have a nice time?" she asked.
I just nodded my head and clung to her tighter. She laughed softly and her voice was barely audible in my ear.
"Now I'm going to take your panties off and really give you a nice time, my darling."
"Oh, no," I whimpered. "Oh, no." I was too excited to resist her and she knew it. She sat up and lifted my skirt up and then her hands were stripping my panties from me and my whole midsection was on fire with animal heat.
She began kissing me again and this time her kisses were swift, tiny things of pure fire and flame and she slid her mouth down to my breasts and loved them for a time and then she became bolder and her lips were gently nibbling the delicate flesh between my legs and I was sobbing and wailing, torn and twisted by an insane ardor, a passion that was growing instead of diminishing. Aggie's dainty tongue began its expert work and I almost fainted with sheer ecstatic bliss. Aggie's hands were on my thighs, forcing them apart and I wasn't fighting her any. She deliberately triggered an orgasm in me and then while it was still happening to me, she really went to work on me and I almost flipped out, too sensually aroused to hold back, and she continued with her efforts, driving me closer and closer to madness, and then all hell broke loose in me as she forced me into a gigantic orgasm and I began thrashing around, sobbing and squealing, my loins provoked beyond control. She was like a leach, incapable of being dislodged and I was too weak to push her away. She stayed right where she was for about an hour and I experienced many orgasms of varying intensity and she seemed to know that I was helpless. Inevitably, I fell asleep and when I awakened the next morning, Aggie was already gone.
That day was pure horror because I wasn't sure Aggie would be home when I got there. I thought that she might be ashamed of herself and what she had revealed of her true nature and I prayed that she wouldn't leave me. I was so worried I couldn't keep my mind on my classes and the whole day was a waste as far as I was concerned. All that I wanted to do was get home and find Aggie waiting for me.
I hurried home that afternoon and Aggie was there and I burst into tears as soon as I saw her. She was sitting in the living room and watching the TV while she had a cup of coffee. She looked at me and my tears and she smiled at me. She looked like the most beautiful girl in the work right then.
"Hello, baby," she said. "How are you this bright afternoon?"
Relief made something in me snap and I ran to kneel at her chair and I laid my head atop her knees and my tears were wet on her bare legs. She patted my head and her touch was so gentle, so loving. She bent over and kissed the side of my cheek.
"Poor baby," she murmured.
"Oh, Aggie," I moaned, "I was so afraid that you had left me. So terribly afraid. I think I would have died if you hadn't come home again. I would have, I know."
She lifted my face and stared down into my tears. Her smile was nice and sparkly and she looked happy.
"Now, now," she said softly. "I want you to stop crying and then come into the bedroom. I want you to get undressed so that I can really make love to you."
"Oh, Aggie," I said.
She laughed. "You're blushing, darling. Now come along."
She helped me to stand up again and then we walked into the bedroom hand in hand and she sat down and watched me get undressed and when I stood before her stark naked I could see that she thought me pretty and that pleased me. She put her hand between my legs right away and when she rubbed me down there I had an orgasm right away and that tickled her.
"You respond beautifully, dear," she said. "I like that in you."
"I can't help it. I just can't."
"I think it's marvelous, dear," she said. "Now, I am going to get undressed and then I want you to make love to me the same way I did it to you. Then I'll really turn you on."
"I don't know how to do that, Aggie," I said.
Her smile glistened and she seemed amused by what I'd said.
"You'll learn, baby," she said, "you'll learn, won't you?"
"Oh, yes," I breathed, already excited just by what she'd said. "I will learn. And I want to do that to you. Oh, I do want to."
"Of course you do," she said, briskly. "And you will. You will learn how to please me in any way that I wish, won't you?"
Something about the way she spoke then was a sort of threat and it frightened me. I knew that I would do anything that she wanted me to do and so did she.
"Yes, Aggie," I said. "I will do anything that you ask."
Her smile glowed then and she began getting undressed. I watched her become naked and seeing that lovely body unfettered by clothing was a revelation. Aggie was unbelievably beautiful naked. Her breasts were large and beautifully shaped. The nipples were a rich pink in color and they were thrusting out because she was obviously aroused sexually. Her legs were long and exciting, especially in her high heels and long hose. Her bottom was firm and high, thrusting outward with bewitching charm and beauty. Her waist was tiny and her hips flared widely and as they joined, a deep cleft of lovely flesh hid her femininity. There was no trace of hair on her anyway and she smiled as she caught my surprised look. She was a beautiful creature and she knew it, gloried in it.
She paraded around in front of me putting her clothes away and just looking at her beautiful body was getting me more and more excited. She kept smiling, knowing that I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was wearing a black silk garter belt and the whiteness of her skin was contrasted sharply, enticingly by the garment. Her legs glistened softly under the sheer nylon and her heels gave her long legs an exceptional perfection. She moved close and stood in front of me, her legs parted, the deep cleft of bewitching flesh separated now, exposing the pale pink mouth of her femaleness. A wave of sudden lust shook me violently and I dropped to my knees in front of her and my arms went around those lovely legs and I hugged her to me while I lifted my eyes to gaze up at her adoring her, loving her.
"You're beautiful," I said shudderingly, "so very beautiful."
She touched the top of my head with her delicate hands and she shifted her hips slightly and my face was against the warm smoothness of her pubic arch. She moved again and the wetness of her excited sexual organ was touching my lips and the fragrance of her was strong and cloying in my nostrils. She was shifting her hips in bumps and grinds, holding my face tightly against her inflamed flesh and excitement and lust for this lovely delicacy was a heady, roaring sound in my head, and when she spoke the words seemed far away and remote.
"Now, please me, my little one," she said. "Make me know you love me."
A sigh of sheer joy escaped me and I lifted my mouth to capture the sturdy, bristling clitoris, to begin the joyous task of delighting my lovely friend and when she settled down upon the bed, her hands still held my head in a tight clasp and I moved with her, intent upon my love making, eager to give her pleasure and enjoy with her the blessed relief of exquisite orgasm.
Passion was pounding and raging in me, unbridled, uncontrolled, and all the time I was making ardent love to her, my body was reacting with delicious orgasms of sweet intensity and then she was rolling her hips in crazed ecstasy and her whole body shook wildly and strange big sounds came from her throat and then her sexual organs clenched and receded and her cries of extreme joy grew louder and then a moment of sudden stillness was upon us while her breath was held, her whole person seemed to hang suspended and lifeless and then the great bursting came and she screamed shrilly and her hips vibrated with frantic orgasm and the sweet flesh teamed with the nerve-tingling sensation of tremendous climax and pure bliss. Her hands were hurting my head with the pressure that was holding me imprisoned, sharing a storm of gigantic proportions. Aggie was unbelievably wild in orgasm and when at last it was over, she collapsed and her hands fell away and my head was free again. I realized that my loins were on fire with a need for that same kind of release and I was not too much aware of things. I slid up onto the bed and lay down beside Aggie, hoping that she would sense my need and try to help me. She didn't. I tried to kiss her but her face was turned away and she was panting for breath, trying to return to her usual calm and not making it.
The passion that was in me would not subside and Aggie was in no shape to do anything for me so I did the only thing that I could do. I slipped my fingers down where they would do the most good and managed to stimulate myself till my own climax occurred.
Aggie lay still beside me for a long time and I did the same thing. But I was still very much distressed and the passions that were alive in me just wouldn't quit and I was wishing that Aggie would hold me and love me and put the fires out. And then I began to think about me and I realized that I was very obviously a very sensual person, something I hadn't really known. But instead of upsetting me, just knowing that made me feel good, and if that was the way I was, that was the way I was. I resolved that I was going to accept myself as I was and enjoy it.
Knowing that I felt that way about sex and the incredible pleasures it could arouse in my body was a proud thing for me, and it was certainly not in keeping with my personality type.
It tickled me to know that I was so quiet and shy by nature as a rule and so completely the reverse when once my sexuality was aroused. I lay beside Angie's moist nudity thinking about that for a long time. And then I felt Aggie stirring and she sat up and lit a cigarette. I sat up too and she gave me one and then she smiled at me and pulled me close. With my face nestled against her fabulous breasts I felt warm and needed and comforted.
"My little lover baby," she said. She hugged me tightly and that made me feel extra nice.
After we had our cigarette, Aggie began playing with me. She wanted to make love to me and I was not to do anything, just lie there and take it. She said she wanted to see just how much I could take. She spent a long time kissing me everywhere and when she finally zeroed in on me, I was almost bursting with sensual exaltation. Aggie was a skillful lover and she worked on me like it was really a labor of love, and I reveled in long periods of excited ecstasy. Aggie spent hours on cunnilingus and was writhing all over the bed, driven mad by her sustained efforts. And then Aggie got caught up in what she was doing to me and the need in her just became too much to sustain and she let me find her and then we were enjoying each other's person, each of us filled with love, each of us bringing joy and relief to the other.
We fell asleep in each other's arms and slept the deep sleep of the sated, the special ones who have known pure heaven.
That whole week was a time of pure joy. Every day we would make love until we exhausted ourselves and we were living in a little cocoon of exceptional warmth and pleasure. Aggie taught me many little tricks and she persuaded me to shave my pubic area. As a matter-of-fact, she did it for me and I did it for her. And I discovered that sex was much more pleasurable that way because she could kiss that whole area and it was decidedly stimulating.
And then Aggie began staying on campus in the afternoons and when she got home it was always late. She said that she was spending some time working on a special project. And each night when she got home, she would be especially eager for me to make love to her, and she would be sopping between her legs and when I asked her about it she just smiled and told me that thinking about getting home to me and what I would do to her kept her in a state of high sensual excitement all day and of course, that way, she would excrete constantly. That pleased me very much and I found that as time passed, I was eager to get at her and feast upon the essences of her passion. A pattern developed as time passed. As soon as she would arrive home she would go immediately to the bedroom and remove her undergarments. Then she would lie down and let me make love to her and provide her with many orgasms. When she was finally sated, she would then begin on me and we would wind up in a frantic sixty nine. As time went on, I discovered that my initial sessions with Aggie when she first got home were most rewarding, and I would flip because she was so filled with the sweetness of passion for me. I suppose I should say that Aggie would be late getting home only two or three times a week, but these were always the very best times for me and the shuddering orgasms I would experience at those times was most amazing.
And then one night Aggie told me about some of the other things. She came home and her cheeks were too pink and her eyes were shooting sparks. She was so sensually excited she could barely talk. She ran into the bedroom and stripped in nothing flat and when I kissed her she simply pushed my head down to where she wanted it and she was panting and shivering with the need for relief. I guessed that she had had a particularly sensual day because her vaginal cavity was filled with the customary excretions and she was in a state of extreme torment. I wasted no time making love to her and she responded with a tremendous orgasm and when that occurred, she burst into tears and began writhing in the throes of an exceptionally nice orgasm. Her whole body was slick with perspiration and she was not quite sane. I know that I was possessed by an exceptional ardor and I spent a long, long time making love to her and my own excitement was driving me to extreme effort.
When she wanted to rest and to be let alone, she lit a cigarette and her hands were shaking and I knew that she would need more attention in order to become calm again.
She looked at me and a crooked smile made her look ghastly.
"Lynn, darling," she said, "I'm in terrible trouble. I want you to do something for me. Will you do it?"
I had no idea what she would want of me, and I didn't care. Not really. I nodded and waited for her to tell me what she wanted.
"In the closet you'll find my suitcase. The white one with the red tag on it. Open it. Inside you'll find a ping pong paddle. Get it, will you?"
I did as she asked and sure enough there was a ping pong paddle in the suitcase. I took it out and walked toward her. She went white when she saw it in my hand and her eyes held a sick, excited expression. She smiled again and put the cigarette down in the ash tray.
"Lynn, darling," she said. "You've got to give me a spanking. And it's got to be awful hard. Really brutal. Just whale the hell out of me. That's the only thing that will really do it for me now. Please, Lynn, will you do this for me?"
I was standing naked beside the bed, looking down at her bare midsection and the idea of spanking that lovely flesh inflamed me with an emotion I'd never experienced before. The sensual nature of the idea heightened a strong urge in me to punish her, to beat her severely for all the anguish and unhappiness she had caused me so many times lately. I know I smiled at her and then I sat down beside her, the paddle in my hand. The urge to use it overwhelming. Why that should be so I had no idea, but when Aggie rolled over onto her tummy and thrust her plump, pretty buttock upwards, a thrilling tide of warm, melting passion filled my loins and anger came alive in my brain. I raised my hand and struck with the paddle and a resounding smack was loud in the bedroom and Aggie's bottom began waving in the air and she was moaning and pleading for me to hit her harder. The paddle made a big red mark on her nearest buttock and the flesh was quivering like jelly. I hit her again and again and she was whimpering, making crazy sounds and as I continued to hit her bottom, she began moaning, "ooh, ooh, ooh," and then she wasn't saying anything at all and her bottom was bright red and beginning to swell. The harder I hit her, the greater my fury and I was having a time of extreme sensual pleasure and I could feel myself constantly climaxing. Aggie's rump was squirming and thrusting upwards, pleading for the sting of the paddle and I gave it to her. I gave it to her good and then she was screaming softly, begging for me to hit her harder and her hips spread far apart and she was pushing her sexual apparatus toward me and I couldn't resist punishing that too. And that was the right thing to do because after I spanked her there, a great, shuddering tremor seized her and her back arched, her glands began pulsating and one final blow, skillfully aimed, sent her into the wildest orgasm I've ever seen. She flopped down onto the bed and sprawled there, inert, her whole body shivering in great convulsive spasms of pure sensual reaction. She was in orgasm for a long time and I envied her this extreme pleasure, but after a while, she rolled over and shifted her blistered bottom very gingerly against the sheets. She grinned at me as she lit a cigarette and settled herself more comfortably. Her sexual area was drenched with the juices her orgasms had produced and she reached for a corner of the sheet and dried herself.
"You think I'm crazy, don't you?" she asked.
"No," I said. "If you are, we both are, because I loved giving you a spanking."
She looked at my thighs and they were slick with the fruits of my own orgasms and she grinned.
"I see what you mean. You really did enjoy yourself."
"Yes, I did. And, from now on, any time you make my unhappy I know just what to do to you. I will spank the living hell out of you. Depend on it."
She patted my breasts and then she gave me a cigarette and we talked. She told me that she had gotten spanked a lot when she was a kid and it finally affected her sexual makeup and now she needed that sort of attention in order to really go ape. And she was so pleased that I could do it for her. She had worried that I was too shy too introverted to be any good at that sort of thing and she had discovered that I was even better at it than anyone she had ever had wallop her. She gave me an uncertain glance and told me that there were lots of things I didn't know about her as yet, and maybe she would tell me about them in time.
That got me excited all over again and I picked up the paddle again and threatened her with it.
"You wouldn't," she said, but she wasn't sure.
"I most certainly would," I said. "Now you tell me what you haven't told me before, or I'll give it to you all over again and this time it will be worse." She was sitting up and her large breasts were pushing out from her chest, their nipples aroused and agitated by her own sexuality. "I'll use the paddle on these pretty things," I threatened. "I'll really give it to you good."
She looked frightened then and she bent over, trying to shield her breasts but it was wasted effort. She became sullen and that made her look even more exciting.
"You'll leave me if I tell you just what I have been doing, and what I'm really like," she said.
"No, I won't, but I don't like you having secrets. I won't have that. Now you tell me everything."
"All right, but don't get mad. I can't help being the way I am. I can't help it."
I picked up the paddle again and threatened her with it.
"Well," she said, "I used to belong to one of those wild clubs back home. And when I came out here, some of my friends wrote me about one here and I applied for membership and was accepted. That's where I go when I go away on weekends. I met Harvey there, and he and I have gotten to be good friends. And when I don't come home early, it's because I've been with Harvey, and we usually have sex a couple of times before I come home."
I remembered her excessive lubricity and a horrid thought crossed my mind. She knew what I was thinking and she grinned.
"Yes, dear," she said. "Harvey."
At first the thought of what she was revealing repelled me and then I remembered the exquisite sensations I had experienced with her under such circumstances and then the whole idea got me all excited again and I knew that she would have to do something about me. She was more than willing and when I told her that I wanted her to make love to me sweetly and extensively, she smiled and sought my lips with her wet mouth.
She was ardent and exceptionally loving and when she finally began making love to my sexual organs, I reacted with amazing passions. I couldn't stop thinking of her and what she had done with Harvey before she came home to me and that was turning me on, making me wild with sensations that were out of this world.
I intended to make her tell me all about her experiences in the club and all about Harvey too, but for the moment I was not able to do too much about it.
I was already in paradise.
7
Before we went to sleep that night I made Angie tell me everything and some of the things she had to say were downright amazing. She and Harvey had a thing going and both of them were members of a group of young people, some married, some not, and they usually got together at one member's house at least twice a month and there they practiced all sorts of sexual acts. Aggie was quite willing to admit that she was severely oversexed and had to do something about it. She had been a very popular member of a group where she came from in the east and trying to do without sex in the west was beyond her. So one of her fellow members in the group in the east set it up for her to join the local club.
She asked me if I thought I'd like to attend a meeting and I promised to think about it. There was no doubt that I was oversexed too and while I was a mouse most of the time, I was able to function beautifully when it came to handling Aggie.
Even she agreed to that. And, once I started using the paddle on her she got so that she wanted it all the time. That was all right with me because once I started with the paddle we changed our roles, so to speak. I was the powerful one, the strong one and Aggie did as I told her to do or else. She adjusted to that beautifully and she became awfully good and thoroughly tractable because she was afraid that when I did give her a spanking, I would be brutal. And of course she was absolutely right. Aggie quickly became a sweet, obedient girl and a real joy to me.
One night after we had eaten our dinner I asked her if she had seen Harvey lately. She said no, that she had been afraid to spend time with Harvey, afraid that I would beat her for it.
"We'd ride around for a while and then park somewhere and then climb into the back seat. Then after a while Harvey would want it again and we would do it some more. Then he would drop me off here and go home."
"Why didn't you bring Harvey to the house?"
"Well, you were always around. You were always home."
"Well, I think you should see Harvey. You bring him home and do the things you do right in your own home. You hear?"
She smiled. "All right. Harvey will like that, I know. He thinks you are absolutely adorable. He says you are the prettiest little blonde doll he has ever met."
That made me smile. "I think I like your Harvey already," I told her. "When will you bring him home."
"How about tomorrow night."
"Fine."
Aggie went to the telephone and called Harvey a little later. When she returned to the living room again, she was grinning. She reported that Harvey was delighted to come to the house and she had a date with him for the following night
She glanced at me a little uncertainly. "Are you going to make nice with Harvey, too?" she asked.
"I'll think about it. I just might. After all, I think it is shameful of you to want to keep Harvey all to yourself."
She snickered. "We can have a lot of fun with Harvey. He's a guy you can do anything to or with. He just doesn't care. And, once he knows what you can do with that damned paddle he will be your willing slave."
"He's like that, too?"
"He's even worse than I am. He is always the first to volunteer for a whipping when we have a meeting. I mean real whips. A lot of the people in one group are like that. The harsher the paddling or the whipping, the better their reactions. Wait till they find out what a merciless little devil you are. You'll be more popular than sex."
I persuaded Aggie to tell me more about the acts of flagellation that took place when her group got together and from what she said I decided that I would certainly like to attend a session. That was the first inkling I had that people who can enjoy whipping other people are very special persons and very much in demand.
It sounds silly, I suppose, but Aggie and I dressed in our very prettiest dresses the next night and we fixed our hair and prettied up as though we were going out for a big date. We looked at each other in the bedroom and we were quite pleased with ourselves. Aggie looked too beautiful to be believed and she told me that I was absolutely stunning. We both laughed because what we really wanted to do was get out of our pretty clothes just as fast as we could, but first we wanted to be very pretty for Harvey.
We were thrilled and inordinately excited because poor Harvey had no idea just how his date with Aggie was going to turn out. She had not told him that I had any interest, just that he could come to the house and visit with her for a change. Aggie was so excited by the prospects of a wild party that she couldn't sit still and wait for our male guest to show up.
"You'll like Harvey," she said. "He is very nice, but he is very much oversexed. I think he is a real satyr. I know it is not possible to exhaust him and lots of the girls have tried, but just when you are sure that he has had it, that damned thing comes up again and you have it to do all over again."
"That's fine," I said, smiling. "We'll see how well he does. I'm getting all steamed up just thinking about it."
Aggie admitted that she was steamed up too and we began hoping that Harvey would show up quickly before we had to do something about our passionate urges. Just about when we had decided that Harvey was going to be late, the doorbell rang and Aggie went to bring her handsome young friend inside.
Harvey walked into the living room beside Aggie and his blonde good looks beside Aggie's dark beauty was a sight to see. Harvey said hello to me and then he sat down on the living room couch. Aggie sat down beside him and the two of them looked at me with distinctly different expressions. Harvey seemed to be hoping that I would be going out on a date and Aggie knew better and was just waiting for things to start.
"Would you like some coffee, Harvey?" I asked him. I gave him a nice bright smile and he smiled back at me and said he would like some coffee. I told Aggie to go and fix some for him and he looked at me a bit surprised when Aggie jumped to her feet and went to the kitchen in a hurry.
I sat down in front of Harvey and I started asking him some questions about his courses in school, where he came from, things like that. It was a very nice, prosaic conversation and he seemed quite relieved when Aggie brought him a cup of coffee. He took a sip from the cup and then set it down.
"Aggie has told me about the club you and she belong to," I said, smiling directly at him. "I want to belong to it, too."
His mouth fell open and his face turned red and he just didn't know what to say. Aggie laughed at him and his surprise.
"You are going to play house with both of us," Aggie told him. "Lynn and I have been having lots of fun for a long time now and we finally decided that it is time you joined us." Aggie was beside him and she twisted to face him and then to kiss him on the lips. "Now admit it, darling," she murmured, "you will love such an arrangement, won't you?"
Harvey grinned then and everything was quite all right.
"I will be delighted," he said. "It's just that I didn't expect that your cute little friend would ever go for something like that. She just doesn't look the type."
Aggie nodded. "I know," she said. "But, it's even nicer than you think. She's murder with a paddle on a bare behind and I've told her how much you like that kind of treatment. She says that she will give you a grand time. Me too."
Harvey gave me a big, bright smile and I could see that he was delighted by the immediate future.
"We could cut school tomorrow," he said, "and really have a ball. How about it?"
Aggie and I looked at each other and we nodded, delighted by the thought of a real orgy. Harvey stretched his long legs out in front of him and we both laughed because it was quite apparent that Harvey was ready and able to begin things.
"I want both of you to come into the bedroom," I said. "Right now."
Harvey looked like he resented taking orders, but Aggie jumped to her feet and she reached for his hand to help him get up. He smirked as he stood and grinned at Aggie's nervous look. He thought her obedient pose was phony.
"We'd better do just as Lynn says," Aggie told him. "Don't forget what I told you about her and her paddle. She will beat you severely if you disobey her."
He shrugged and stared at me. "I like whips, honey," he said. "You got any whips around?"
I stared right back at him. "I think I can satisfy you," I said coldly. "We have quite a collection of belts. They will work beautifully as whips. Now, which end shall I use on you? Shall it be the long leather tongues, or the buckles?"
Whatever resistance Harvey might have felt crumpled and disappeared in an instant.
His handsome face looked sick and the submissive look that the wild ones always wear was in his face and in his eyes. He was frightened, but he didn't turn and walk out. He couldn't walk out and we both knew it. Aggie stood waiting for him to join her and when he moved to stand beside her, she reached for his hand and then the two of them went into the bedroom. I watched them go and then I moved around the living room putting out the lights. I didn't think anyone would be back in the living room again that night.
When I walked into the bedroom Aggie and Harvey were standing in the middle of the room waiting for me. I went close to Harvey and when I reached for his fly he didn't move. He stood still and let me do exactly as I chose. I unzipped his trousers, reached inside and exposed his sexual organs and he smiled. He was very proud of his sexual equipment and he had good reason. Aggie was watching me and she was already excited sexually. It showed on her face and in her eyes. And she was very interested in just what I was going to do. Harvey was still wearing his smirk. It was a supercilious expression, really, and it infuriated me. He was so damned proud of his large sexual organ and its obvious readiness. He stood and let me fondle him without saying a word. It seemed to delight him so I let go of his equipment and walked over to my bureau drawers. I opened one of them and took out a narrow belt. I wrapped most of it around my hand and walked back to him. His smirk went away in a hurry then.
I wasn't too sure of what I intended to do. I felt an overwhelming urge to whip that magnificient sexual organ of his and hurt it, to erase the look of pride that was on him, but doing something like that was not as easy as I'd thought. His sexual organ stood stiff and close to his belly and not really accessible.
"Get undressed, Harvey," I said. Knowing what I had in mind was affecting me and I was too hot to really make sense in an extended conversation. I fully expected him to say something but he didn't. His eyes never once left the long tongue of the belt in my fist and he got out of his clothes without delay. He was beautifully built and magnificently developed. When I handled his sexual organ again he shivered and his eyes looked sick.
"Don't hit me," he pleaded. "You hit me just once and I'll pop. I will, I know."
I smiled at him, teasing him, taunting him. And I stopped manipulating his organ with my hand but I didn't let it go.
"You want to be hit, don't you, Harvey?" I said softly. "You really want me to give it to you good, don't you?"
He licked his lips .and nodded. "Yeah," he said, "but not too soon. Later on, after we've used me up a bit."
Aggie stood close to him, fantastically pretty in her lovely dress. Her eyes were large and shining with sensual excitement. Her
Hands were busy clenching and unclenching and her bright red nails were flashing as her hands worked. She was staring at his immense erection and her tongue slipped out and moistened her lips and her stimulated condition was almost painful. She trembled when I turned to smile at her.
"Aggie, dear," I said, "I think you should do something about Harvey. Don't you?"
She didn't answer me. She was in no shape to answer me and I knew it. I told Harvey to sit down in one of the big chairs we had in our bedroom and he did it without being told twice. Then I told Aggie to kneel and perform fellatio on him. I wanted to watch. That wasn't entirely true. I wanted to do that myself but I thought that doing that immediately would sort of affect my status as the dominant one, so I stood there and watched enviously as Aggie knelt in her dress and sheer hose and pretty hairdo and began making love to Harvey's inflamed sexual organs. She was not a novice it appeared, and as soon as she actually began fellatio, Harvey started squirming in sweetest torment and then her mouth and eager tongue triggered an orgasm in him and Aggie enjoyed it as much as he did. Probably more so, because she wasn't about to stop. I had to order her to quit.
"That's enough for right now, Aggie," I said. "Now I want you to get undressed. Hurry."
She obeyed, almost catatonically. She was careful with her dress, but once that was off, she finished getting naked in a rush. Harvey's eyes were glowing with appreciation of her nude loveliness and I knew that he was in for a real treat. Aggie was practically bursting with sensual excitement and so was I. She stood still, looking at me with a steady, beseeching gaze and when I smiled at her and unwrapped the belt in my hand, she shivered and her beautiful breasts shimmied and danced and the nipples popped out stimulated and thoroughly aroused.
I reached beneath our mattress and brought out the ping pong paddle and Aggie's eyes glistened then. I told her to kneel and I sat down in another chair. I grinned at Harvey and told him that Aggie was going to get a good paddling and he could watch.
Aggie put her hands behind her neck and she locked them there. This threw her breasts into uplifted prominence and she knew it. She squealed as I hit the nearest breast with the paddle, and again when I hit the other one, but after that, she didn't make a sound, in spite of the fact that I was spanking her breasts soundly and then dealt a dozen stinging slaps to the nipples. She was very quickly absorbed in a whirlpool of sensual activity. Her loins and her whole endocrine system was working under forced and over stimulated frenzy and she was enjoying every second of this joy.
When I ordered her place herself into position for a sound spanking, she moved on her knees to the bed and placed her sore and swollen breasts against the spread and I began stinging her lovely bottom with savage strokes of the paddle. She was jumping around, moaning with sensual anguish and I really laid it on for her. Very shortly, her buttocks and the backs of her thighs were red and swollen and she was writhing in an agony of ecstasy. I stopped after a while and she began pleading and begging for more. Please don't stop. Finish her. Finish her. I certainly intended to finish her but not with the paddle. I went for the belt again, and I used that on her sore bottom and she loved it. She had her knees spread wide and her whole sexual area was just too accessible and when I began using the belt on that, she began squealing in swift, joyous response. I kept at her and at her and then she began getting ready for the big one and I led her into it, finished it.
Aggie really went ape and she had herself a time. She went into convulsions and I knew that it would take a long time for her to unravel. Harvey was sitting in his chair watching and his organ was again aroused and fiercely ready for attention. His face was very pale and his eyes were busy watching Aggie's massive spasms. Looking at his lovely organ affected me, overwhelmed me and I knelt, uncaring about my pretty dress, uncaring about anything except what
Harvey had. He was shaking his head from side to side, not entirely alert. When my hands touched his sexual equipment, he sighed and leaned back in his chair, his head still moving from side to side.
I lost all sense of decency or decorum then and I performed fellatio on his inflamed organ and my own appetites surprised me. I realized that whipping Aggie had stirred me quite beyond what was usual and I damned near killed poor Harvey, but he didn't seem to mind. And when his orgasm came and I kept right on with what I was doing, I don't think he noticed. I was keeping him too much inflamed for him to care about anything beyond the ecstatic bliss he was experiencing. I was insatiable and he was inexhaustible and we were both having a good time. And all the while I was busy with Harvey, my own glands and organs were delighting me with spurts of sheer sensual pleasure.
Inevitably, sanity returned and I was myself again, but I had no idea how long that would last. When I left Harvey I found that Aggie was sitting on the floor, her back against the bed, watching me with Harvey, her pallor suggesting the severe emotional storm she had survived. Both she and Harvey were not entirely with it and they needed some rest.
Harvey watched me as I undressed and his eyes told me that he thought me very lovely. That pleased me very much and when I moved to the bed and crooked my finger at him, Harvey came over right away. When I demanded that he treat me to a session of cunnilingus, he was eager to oblige. And he was good at it. In no time at all he had me climbing the walls and then his efforts pushed me over the edge and wave upon wave of sensual sensation swamped me and electrified every nerve end in my body. And then I had to try that immense sexual organ of his and when I guided him into the barn, I almost died with exquisite delight. Harvey and I almost went out of our skulls with joy as we battled it out on the bed and when his orgasm came, my own met it and overwhelmed both of us. Harvey collapsed on top of me and I wanted him to stay right there for as long as I could hold him.
When he finally moved away and stretched out on the bed, I noticed that Aggie was smoking a cigarette and looking at us. I held out my hand for the cigarette and she gave it to me and then, without a word from me, she moved between my legs and began kissing me there, and then her mouth was avid and she began a session of cunnilingus that all but tore me apart. I think she was trying to prove that she could do that for me nicer and better than Harvey could. I never did make a decision about that but it was nice to have them compete.
That was a wild night and the next day was even wilder because we stayed home from school and played house and I whipped both of them soundly and constantly. Harvey was insatiable, just as Aggie had said and he sodomized both of us and while it did a great deal for Aggie, I didn't particularly care for it.
We took turns trying to exhaust Harvey with fellatio but it just wasn't possible and he was still ready for more when we finally sent him on his way. Aggie and I were exhausted and I had to massage her sore bottom and breasts so that she would be able to sit in classes the following day. We knew that we had Harvey from then on and we spent many days and nights with him, just having fun. It seemed that I got my kicks from spanking them and whipping them and that was good enough for me.
Aggie tried me with the paddle and the whips because we didn't want me to miss out on a good thing and one never knows if one is responsive to the whips unless you try. It didn't do a damned thing for me. It hurt like hell and there was no sexual pleasure involved in that sort of thing for me.
I've tried to understand the people who want me to whip them, but I just can't. I know that whipping and spanking excites and stimulates the tissue and the nerve ends and that orgasm is then sustained and excruciating but I can't ever manage that. I am quite content to dish it out when they want it and that's fun enough for me. And I've become quite good at that.
Naturally, I attended some of the meetings of Aggie's group and I found that I was very popular once it became known that I could and would wield the whips. Now I've reached the point where people I don't even know call up and offer me anything that I want if I will only come to their house and whip them. Naturally, they are always recommended and thoroughly identified before I go, but you've no idea how many nice people I visit just to use the whips on them. That's what they want and that's what they get.
Very often I am called upon to direct bondage sessions and I enjoy doing that. After all, I am like a circus ringmaster and these people do exactly what I tell them to do and they enjoy doing it. There is something enormously stimulating and amusing about seeing beautiful people bound in a helpless state and know that you can do anything you like to them, or have it done. I can't help it. I enjoy my life and the things that I do and I would not change in any way. I am having a ball. And I intend to go right on doing just that.
I am not concerned with morals, or anything else. Just fun. And, always, I am a very special person.
I can handle a whip.
8
No volume dealing with those who have become whipmasters would be complete without some mention of the prostitutes who have become adept in their use of the whips or the paddles.
This is a special service that is often requested and the prices for such activity is always high. Aware of the intense sexual pleasure those who can get from such an experience, many madams recruit girls for just such a purpose. The first thing that is explained by all who deal in such pleasures, is that not every girl can do such things. Many girls get so aroused, so thoroughly disorganized by their own orgasms, that they lose interest halfway through a session, or they lose strength and simply cannot continue whipping the customer until his or her orgasm is achieved, which is the whole purpose of the act.
Many girls are simply not constituted for abuse and are hot at all interested in whipping or otherwise abusing another person. Therefore, a girl who can and will handle this phase of the cash and carry love business is a gem and accorded preferential treatment. One young lady who handles the whips in a house of prostitution pointed out that while an ordinary customer might be expected to spend ten or twenty dollars, one seeking flagellation can be expected to spend a hundred or five hundred.
"When a guy wants a going over with the whips by an expert," she says, "he will spend whatever it costs. Mainly, because lots of them try to get along with ordinary sex and their hunger for the whip piles up in them till it reaches the bursting point and then they know that they have to have it, so what it costs, it costs. And I always try to give them their money's worth."
The prostitute, Noreen, is a very lovely redhead. She is twenty three years old, the product of a large family, a girl who admittedly adores sex in all of its ramifications and makes it pay. When asked how and where she developed her skills with the whips she replied that it took her years to develop her present skills.
"It's funny," she said, with a shy and charming smile, "but, it was my husband who initiated me into that sort of thing. I was sixteen years old and Harry, the guy I was crazy about was twenty six. We had been running around together for some time and my folks didn't give a damn. They wanted me out of the house. It would be one less mouth to feed and that's all that they cared about.
Harry was a used car salesman and I met him in a restaurant in town and I fell for him. No fooling about that. I just flipped. I started going out with Harry and in no time at all, I was going to bed with him. That was fine with me because that damned little itch I've always had between my legs just couldn't be appeased but Harry was good in bed and he always gave me a real good time. We were easy and comfortable with each other. If he wanted a blow job that was all right with me, I loved blowing him. If he wanted to go down on me, that was fine, too. I liked that. When he wanted to ram it up my rear end that was okay. I liked that, too. I guess you'd say I was an all around camper. Anything was okay with me.
"So, I lied about my age and Harry and I got married and we rented an old house and settled down to start our marriage. Well, three days after the honeymoon began, Harry told me about whips. And he told me all about what whips did for him and to him. He begged me to whip him. I agreed to give it a try and the first time I did it, I got such a nice sexual feeling from just doing that to him, I figured I might get good at it. I knew what it did to Harry. Hell, I would have to put a rubber on him before I started in on him because he'd blow three or four times while I was giving him his licks and that can get messy, so we took precautions. Naturally, after it was all over, the fruits of our session were mine. Harry told me that the male product was good for my complexion. It was hormones. I didn't know any different. Hell, I still don't know. Maybe it's true. I get lots of it nowadays and my complexion is flawless, so who knows.
"Anyway, I kept on giving Harry his kicks the way he wanted them and he kept on giving me mine anyway I wanted them. After a while, he managed to get us a dildo someplace and then he told me what to do with it. He-likes to be whipped first and then sodomized. Oh, Harry, was a wild one, really.
"About six months after we were married, Harry brought me a nice looking guy home with him one night. The guy's name was Ernie and he was very nice, very good looking and he had some supper with us. It was a Friday night and after we finished eating, the two guys went into the living room to watch TV while I did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. When I was done, I joined them in the living room. After a while Harry turned the TV off and I could see that he had something on his mind. Ernie looked sort of funny too, and when he turned the TV off, I knew that I was going to get to hear about it.
"Hon," Harry said, "we both want to talk to you. It's about Ernie here. He's got a hang-up like mine and I wondered if maybe you couldn't handle a couple of guys. Don't get mad, but Ernie's in bad shape. He needs somebody to give it to him good. I sort of told him about what you do for me and he asked if maybe you'd take him on, too."
I got sore as hell and I told them that I wasn't about to do anything like that. Harry didn't really listen to me.
"Look, Hon," he said, "Ernie paid me a hundred bucks for what I promised him. And, he can't just get it from anybody. For him it has to be a young and pretty girl in long silk stockings and high heels.
"A real production," I said, sarcastically.
Ernie was looking at me and I knew that he liked me. He smiled and I liked him then, too. Hell, maybe I liked him too much. He was sure good looking and awfully nice.
"Harry is telling you the truth, Noreen," he said. "And you are very beautiful. You are a gorgeous doll. And I'm sure you could give me a very nice time." He paused and lit a cigarette. "I'd naturally do anything that you asked me to do."
Harry was watching me closely and I could see that the idea was exciting him. He was all worked up and fidgety.
"Harry," I said, quietly, "you have to realize that you can't do things like this and stop at any one point. You sure you know what you're asking? You man enough to take it?"
Harry gave me a funny look, but he nodded and I realized then that he was setting me up. He knew exactly what would happen with this nice looking guy he had brought home. And I knew too, and just thinking about it got be so damned excited sexually I just couldn't wait to get started.
"I'll take both of you," I said coldly, "or I won't do it at all. Both of you."
Harry grinned. "That's what we hoped for. I want to watch Ernie get it and he wants to watch me get it. I already told him he can spend the weekend with us and you will have lots of time to work us over plenty. Right, Ernie?"
Ernie grinned too. I guess I was smiling a I bit too.
We had an attic in that big old house and Harry and I had us a playroom up there. We even had a long upholstered bench that he leaned across when I was giving him his kicks. We had lots of stuff up there and all of a sudden I was eager to get them up there and begin their treatment.
I stood up and suggested that we go upstairs if we were going to have some fun and games. Harry jumped up to his feet and he came over to hug me. Ernie stood up too, and he stretched.
Harry whispered in my ear and I was amazed. He asked me if I would shave myself down there. Ernie liked a girl like that. It made her seem child-like to him. Please?
I shrugged and told the boys that I would be busy in the bathroom for a while and then I would join them upstairs. The two men started climbing the stairs and I went into the bathroom. When cam out again and started upstairs too, I was as bald as an egg between my legs. That tickled me and added to the sexual excitement that was already alive in me. I was dying to see Ernie naked and I knew that both men were going to do any damned thing I asked them to do and I intended to ask them lots of things.
Ernie and Harry were walking around up in the attic and they looked like they were inspecting the roof. The lights were bright and the whole scene looked more like a movie set than an attic.
Harry had gotten me a whole collection of whips and I chose one, walked over to the boys and dangled the long leather straps in front of them. I just motioned with the whip, smiling and they moved over in front of the beach. I told Harry to take his clothes off and when he started to, Ernie reached for his belt buckle too. I told him to take his time. I'd tell him when. He stopped and we both watched Harry to get out of his clothes. Harry was really up and he looked proud of his condition. I told him to get down on the floor and we would do something about him. He didn't like that, he had worked out in his head that he was going to watch Ernie get it. I hauled off and slashed him between the legs with the whip and all resistance ceased in him immediately. He was damned near blubbering when he knelt and placed his chest on the upholstered bench. I got a rubber out of a drawer and when I reached down between his legs and handled his sexual parts, I put it on him. I looked at Ernie and smiled. I told him that Harry would pop several times while I was whipping him. He told me that he did the same thing, if it was really good.
I grinned at him. "It will be good, Ernie," I said, "but maybe you'd better let me thin you out a little. Now take your clothes off."
He began undressing and when he was naked his sexual development was astonishing. He was really big and his sexual area was as bald as my own. I couldn't wait to get at him, but there were things I had to do first. I had Ernie settle himself beside my Harry and they looked silly as hell with their bare bottoms sticking out. Then I undressed. I peeled everything off except my garter belt and my stockings and my shoes. Then I walked around in front of them and I really strutted. Ernie's eyes nearly popped out of his head but he sure was liking what he saw. He smiled up at me and there was a look of adoration in his eyes.
"I usually whip Harry first and then let him make love to me there, Ernie. You will do it, too."
Ernie practically glowed when I told him that, but Harry didn't like it. He looked sore as a boil. I told Ernie to get up then. I wanted him to help me with something. When Harry started to move too, I hit him a wallop with the whip right on his bare buttocks and he stayed right where he was.
I got some rope and Ernie helped me to tie Harry up. It was easy. We just tied his wrists to his knees and he couldn't even move. Then I got a blanket and stretched it on the carpet right in front of Harry. He was already sore then because we had tied him and he glowered at me. I pulled Ernie down beside me on the carpet and I told them that I thought Ernie and I should have us a little party before I started in on him. Ernie liked that idea. I just pushed him back onto the blanket and then I grasped his huge sexual organ and I began masturbating him, slowly, gently, smiling at Harry and his look of torment. I bent my head and began kissing Ernie's huge organ and then I put it into my mouth and as soon as I did that I got carried away with what I was doing and Ernie didn't last any time at all. When it was all over, I kissed him a little more and then I laid back and opened my legs facing Harry and I told Ernie to please me and take his time doing it. Ernie needed no encouragement. He was surprisingly good at that sort of thing and he really gave me a rough time. I had many orgasms and looking at the sick expression on Harry's face made them seem even nicer than they were, probably. Ernie kept right on with that sort of treatment and when I finally had to push him away from there, he was again erect. I pulled him on top of me and Harry almost flipped when Ernie and I started screwing right under his nose. He didn't like that at all, and that was funny, because he should have known that you can't start something like what he had in mind and then call a halt at any one point.
When it was all over for us I told Ernie he could rest and then I stood up and began giving Harry what he yearned for. I really gave it to him unmercifully because I was angry and affronted by what he had set up. When he finally experienced his tremendous orgasm and was wheezing and squealing, I just grinned at Ernie and told him to get himself into position. He was next. He wasted no time at all. And then he was getting it, too, and I was absolutely merciless. I hit him everywhere and he went through a whole range of delight. By the time I took a rest I had two thoroughly cowed males on my hands and they were awfully obedient it was sickening. I sodomized both of them and then I turned Harry loose and the two of them wound up on the blanket and when I ordered them to take care of each other, they did it beautifully. I think that that was what they really wanted to do. And after they were done with that, they both worked on me.
That weekend I tried everything on them and I really learned how to use the whips. When Ernie left us, he complimented me enormously and assured me that he had had a grand time, and could he come again? When I said yes, he asked if he could bring a friend. I was doubtful about that, but when he explained that his friend was a very pretty girl, a luscious blonde, who also needed the whips, I agreed. Even Harry was delighted by that. It was settled that Ernie would bring his girl friend the following Friday night and they would stay the weekend.
After Ernie left, I expected trouble with Harry but there was none. He was happy and looking forward to the following weekend. He said he'd never seen a pretty girl get whipped and he just couldn't help it, that really got him sweating. I told him to put it out of his mind until Friday and then enjoy himself. I guess he did it, too, because he didn't give me much trouble during the week. Maybe he was saving it all up for the weekend.
Ernie and his girl friend arrived early Friday evening. The girl was a lovely young thing, a honey blonde. Her name was Connie and she sat with us in the living room and had some coffee and she seemed nervous and unsure of herself.
I smiled at her and asked her why she was nervous. She said that she was so afraid that I wouldn't take her on and she needed attention desperately. I told her to have no fear. She would really get more than she bargained for. When we finished our coffee I sent everybody upstairs and then I locked up the house and went up there too. They were all sitting around waiting for me to come and dominate them. They didn't have long to wait. I picked up the whip and told Connie to get undressed. The men were watching her and she casually got out of her clothes and stood naked in front of them as much at ease as though she were dressed. Harry's eyes were acting up and his gaze lingered on her bald pubis and the delicate folds of flesh there.
Well, Connie got her whipping. She had lovely breasts and when I got through with them they looked like raw meat, but that was what she wanted. Then she got her shoulders and her buttocks and her thighs soundly whipped and then she got it where she really wanted it and she went ape and made a mess on the floor when she finally had her big orgasm. I sort of felt sorry for her and I tried to help her as much as I could, but she had to do it all herself. She was flipping around on the floor for a long time and when I gave Harry and Ernie their first session she missed it all.
When Connie finally came back to us she gave me a big, dazzling smile and told me that it was much nicer than she had hoped. It was well worth the hundred dollars she had paid for it. That shocked me. I asked her who she had paid. She and Ernie had both given Harry a hundred dollars a piece for their week end with me and my whips. Harry was not quite with us so I couldn't ask him about it right then and there and a little later I decided the hell with it. I wouldn't ask him anything.
We practiced anything and everything anyone could think of that weekend and most of the time I was whipping the hell out of all three of them. Connie straightened out on Sunday and she wanted no more of the whips. She just wanted some loving and to do some loving, so I gave the two guys a really harsh beating and while they were taking their little trip into ecstacyville, Connie and I went after each other and we had ourselves a real orgy.
That night, I laid in bed awake after Harry had gone to sleep and I thought things over. When Harry went off to work in the morning, I packed a bag and got the hell out of there. I figured that if anyone was going to make some money out of my skill with whips, it would be me.
I had some money so I took a train to New York City. Once there, I got myself a room and then I began looking through the papers. I knew all about the clubs and I got in touch with one of them. They were all nice people and I liked them. I still see some of them once in a while. Once I demonstrated my skill with whips I was the star of that group. There wasn't enough they could do for me, but I was trying to work at a miserable little job and that wasn't doing much for me. I was working behind a counter in a department store and I hated it.
One afternoon, this very handsome woman asked me if I enjoyed working behind a counter and I told her that I hated it. She told me that I was very pretty and a friend had told her about me and what I did in my spare time. She asked me if I'd like to become a professional. I thought about that and she had given me her card and one day I called her and here I am.
I don't know what ever happened to Harry. I divorced him and the lawyer said they had to advertise it because no one knew where Harry was and no one seemed to care. And that's the story of my life, I guess. But, I am very happy doing what I'm doing now. Hell, I like sex, any old way, and now I'm making it pay. What's wrong with that?
One of things the researcher does not do is answer such questions. Noreen, and others like her are becoming a new and special breed and their services are very much in demand ,and no one can do very much about the situation. Many are appalled because such needs and such people exist, but those who seek their services are decidedly glad that they exist and have taken the trouble to train themselves in the skillful use of their tools.
The males who become whipmasters usually do so because they do not like women, but there are many who have taken up this trade who adore women and get a charge ot of abusing them. Sadists apparently come in all shapes and forms.
While the whipmasters are only lately becoming recognized as artists in this country, the other parts of the world have long been aware of the value of such people. In Europe and on the continent, this type of activity is refined and thoroughly accepted. Too, in other countries some new and interesting variations have been developed, according to those who enjoy this type of activity. In many of the exclusive groups the handling of the whips and the refined torments involved in the bondage sessions have been entrusted to children and it is not uncommon for a very pretty young girl to be a whipmaster and to be quite good at it, according to the reports from those who have enjoyed such services.
Many women report that there is something exceptionally sensual about being undressed by a very young boy, and the practices of fellatio and cunnilingus are taught to these youngsters.
There can be no doubt that such depravity is neither wanted in this country nor sought, but one wonders if, inevitably, this type of precocity on the part of the very young will become an element of the avant-garde of perversion.
There are many who believe that the whipmaster is a figment of someone's imagination, but this is not so and too often these days the parlors established for those who enjoy pain and sex are being raided by the authorities and the whipmasters are arrested. Whether they ever get to trial or are punished is anybody's guess, but an educated guess and the existing facts say that they do not. The police are content to dislodge them from the comfort of their establishments and send them elsewhere.
Regardless of the views the authorities may take in these matters, whipmasters of exceptional skill exist and flourish and ply their trade amongst those who need them, adore them, and bless them when their talent is exceptional.
