Audience Torture 2
This bit somehow got chopped off my first post ... here is the rest of the story!
Then time was up, Nathalie and Charles got dressed. Nathalie quickly left and returned, whispering something to Charles. Charles took my hand and asked me to lie on wooden bench. He shackled my hands to the wall behind my head and then put shackles on my feet as well, securing them to rings in the wall behind my head, spread further apart than was comfortable for me.
There I was, spread like chicken, with both my pussy and my bum hole on display to whomever would now enter the room.
“Have fun!”, said Natalie with a grin, before putting a blindfold on me. I then heard the door as they both left. I did not have to wait long, and the door opened and closed again, a key was turned in the lock.
Then, nothing. Silence.
After what seemed like an eternity, I could hear someone undressing. Then hands caressed my nipples, my sides, my feet, avoiding my sex at all times. Then a tongue started licking my nipples, my neck, my stomach … I was getting more and more aroused, if that was possible.
Then a voice. “Look, I’m Anthony. I have felt very sorry for you all night. I will give you a choice: I can untie you and you can be nice to me - I will be nice to you, too. Or you can stay tied up, and I will be nice to you. It’s up to you.”
“Untie me, then, please! I’ll be your girlfriend for 30 minutes!”
He did, very gently. I took of my blindfold. There he was, his skinny body, blonde hair (and blonde pubic hair, I never realised pubic hair was the same colour as head hair in blonde people), just as I remembered it. His penis was hard, but there were two ugly welts on it, and his glans was an angry red. The cream Anna had put on me was still on a sideboard.
“Let me look after your penis for you. That must be really painful.” He let me put the cream on his cock. It grew harder under my touch.
“Let the cream do its work. What do you want to do in the meantime?” He silently kissed me, laid me on my back, kissed me all the way down my body, sucked my nipples, kissed my stomach (very tenderly) and then started licking my vagina. I was in heaven! He really knew what he was doing, too, and I came twice in quick succession, but was ready for more.
“Come on, put it in!”
I did not need to ask twice, he spread my legs and gently entered me. He felt long and thin inside me. Soon, he was vigorously riding me. Having come twice already, I needed time, but he had lots of stamina.
After fifteen minutes of non-stop sex, it dawned on me: the cream! I came, and came again. He was still going strong. Getting frustrated at not being able to cum, actually - I could see it in his face. He was also getting tired. I came one more time, a glorious, all body orgasm. I then gently moved him off me and made him lie on his back.
I then took him in my mouth, licked him all over, sucked him. He was thin enough to let me deep-throat him - he really appreciated that. But of no avail - still no orgasm. So I started stroking him vigorously, and that, finally, led to success: he shot his sperm all over me and himself. He then cleaned me off in the shower (there was an ensuite bathroom).
We then laid on the bed together, naked. We heard Natalie’s voice through the door: “Five minutes!” She also shoved a piece of paper under the door. Anthony read it and sighed.
“I need to secure you to the St Andrew’s cross. Is that ok with you?”
“Of course’.
I walked up to the cross. Velcro straps on each bar secured me in place, suspended. I experienced how crucifixion works: my breathing was restricted unless I pulled myself up by my arms. Anthony gave me one last kiss on the lips, and one on each nipple, and then left.
Three more sessions to go. I hoped they would all go as well as Anthony’s.
I was hanging by the cross, not blindfolded, facing the door. The door opened, and Gloria entered. You will remember, the early forties woman whose vagina I had whipped with a cat of nine tails! And, sure enough, she was holding the cat of nine tails in her hand!
“Ok, missy, I am going to give you some of your own medicine and more. This will be a very long half hour! I will start by repaying you, stroke for stroke. Since you are already naked, you will get the ten strokes I would have got had I not undressed completely. Please count out loud!”
If only I had thought of applying the cream after all the orgasms I had had with Anthony! Her aim was terrible, ten whip strokes struck home, onto my spread pussy!
I counted out loud as instructed. At the end, I was in tears and in terrible pain.
“Missy, stop crying. I will now continue. I have ten metal binder clips that I will attach to your clit, nipples and rest of your body. I will connect them all with a piece of string. I will then whip you all over. At the end, I will yank the string and rip off all the clips.”
She was as good as her word. The first clip went on the skin of my inner left thigh. The second in the same position on my right leg. Two on my underarms, one on each. Then one on each nipple. The pain was getting seriously intense.
She then put one clip each on my outer lips and finally one on my clit. The last one went on my nose! She then threaded the string through all of them and pulled slightly, giving me some idea of what pain I had to expect.
She then took hold of a medium whip and started whipping my body, concentrating on my already bruised breasts, but also hitting my stomach and pussy with some regularity. I was so grateful for Anna’s cream! The pain was bad, but could have been a lot worse! In a way, I didn’t want her to stop because I knew she would yang the string immediately afterwards, and I was seriously worried she would pull my nipples and clit right off!
But all things come to an end. She put the whip down, and yanked the string. All of the clips came off, the pain was intense, cream or no cream.
“We have ten minutes left. How would you like me to punish you?” Had she run out of ideas? I couldn’t think of anything. While I was thinking, she spotted the cream on the sideboard.
“Have you been using this? It’s got a local anaesthetic in it? You are cheating! I have half a mind to say you did not obey me, and you know what will happen to you if I do! Tell me the truth now!”
I told her that Anna had put it on most of my body, but not my vagina.
She was seriously angry. She opened another cupboard - it looked a bit like a serious HiFi tower - as it turned out, it was a powerful TENS unit. She attached clamps to my clit and my nipples and turned up the juice. The electricity was flowing through me, the pain was terrible. At the same time, my breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, as the strength in my arms no longer sufficed to pull my body up enough to allow me to breathe freely.
Natalie’s voice came as a relief: “Five minutes!”
Gloria left the electricity on as she stooped down to pick up the piece of paper that Natalie had shoved under the door. She then turned off the power, took off the clamps and released me from the cross. I slumped down on the floor, the strength in my legs gone.
“I need you to kneel, facing the door.” I obeyed. She shackled my feet together, and then put shackles on my hands, held up in front of my body.
“On minute left. This is my good-bye!” And she put the heaviest bull whip over my back five times - it almost made me fall down face first. She then left, throwing me one last evil look.
Natalie’s voice: “Your next owner wants you to shut your eyes, count to thirty, and then open them”. I obeyed, heard the door open, close, key in the lock. I had forgotten to count! I quickly began, and when I had reached thirty, I opened my eyes. And there was George lounging in an easy chair, wearing an evil grin!
I knew this guy wasn’t trustworthy. I knew that, even if I put up with everything he asked, submitted to everything he wanted to do to me, he could still claim that I had disobeyed and condemn me to the extreme punishment that disobedience carried: twenty whiplashes with the heaviest whip on the breasts, thirty strokes with the heaviest riding crop on my vagina and fifty strokes with the paddle on my bottom, in front of the whole group.
“How do I know I can trust you?” I asked him. “How can I be sure you won’t sell me out like last time?”
“You cannot. But if you do not cooperate I will get my money back and punish you more severely than anything you have experienced so far. So be my guest! If you are compliant, I might just play by the rules!”
I saw that I had no choice. I lowered my eyes.
“I will first get in the mood by giving you a good spanking. Get over my knee!”
I was just about able to move enough to get over to the easy chair and somehow arranged myself over his lap. He held my upper body in a way that cupped his left hand over my right breast, and then started spanking me with his right. After every five spanks he let his hand wander, exploring my sex and my bottom hole.
This was not without effect: to my amazement, I felt how his penis began to push against my stomach. And I had thought he was impotent!
“Ok, get off and get on all fours!” He undressed, and his penis was indeed erect, very long, very thick. “Suck it, and do a better job than last time!”
I tried my best, licked it, suckled it, sucked it. He grew impatient, took hold of the back of my head and jammed his penis into my throat, causing me to gag.
“Oh, you can’t take it, can you? Good job you have some other holes!”
And he took it out and moved behind me. I heard squirting from a plastic bottle. Fingers exploring my pussy and, again, my bottom hole. Lubricant being liberally applied. I could then feel the tip of his penis against my … bottom hole. And then he pushed it in. It went in deep, it felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside.
He then started pumping my rear passage. After what seemed like an eternity, but must have been no more than a minute or two, he pulled out and came round to my face again.
“Lick it clean! Now!”
I obeyed, close to retching, but managed to get it clean. He then thrust it into my face again, deep into my throat. He repeated this (throat, bum, throat, bum, throat) until he finally came in my behind.
He then made me clean him up again using my mouth and tongue, before making me lie on my back and spread my legs, holding my pussy lips open with my fingers. He took a cat of nine tails and started whipping me between the legs.
By reflex, I pulled one of my hands away when the whip cut across my fingers, and he went into a right rage:
“Did I give you permission to take your hand away? This is it! You disobeyed me and for that you shall pay!”
He got dressed, and simply left me there.
Nathalie and Charles came in and told me that he had complained about disobedience and that I could either confess or give my own side of the story at a formal hearing that would be convened after my next (and final) session (which had, after all, already been paid for). I chose the latter - feeling I had nothing to lose. But I was pretty sure that I was in for a level of pain and suffering that I had not bargained for when I signed up for this!
“Ok, Charles will chair the hearing, and two more judges will be randomly selected. It will be a very fair proceeding, I promise!”, said Natalie.
Yeah, right, I’m sure, is what I was thinking.
“Now we need to get you ready for your next private session. You look filthy, better go and have a shower! When you are done, lie face down on the bed, please.”
I did as instructed. I was lying there for what felt like an eternity. Then Nathalie came in, accompanied by Andrew and two men I did not know yet. She introduced them as Patrick and Giles. “They outbid the competition by forming a consortium. There is nothing in the rules forbidding this, so they will be sharing you for the next 30 minutes. Make sure you obey them - they may be giving testimony about your level of obedience at your imminent hearing!”
Andrew first dropped his trousers and asked me to get on all fours and suck him. As I said, I kind of fancied Andrew, so I happily obliged. While I was sucking him, Giles came from behind and started to fuck me doggie-style. I was being ‘spitted’! Patrick, in the meantime, got a whip and whipped my back from the side, with the whip at times wrapping itself entirely around my mid-section. The pain was bad, but no worse than I like it, and I came multiple times.
The men switched places from time to time, until they had all come either in my pussy or in my mouth. We then all had a shower together, they got dressed and we then all went down to the living room together.
This had now been set up as a courtroom, with a table at the front for the ‘judges’ and smaller tables for prosecution and defence facing it. Charles was sitting in the middle chair, the other two chairs were empty.
Charles turned to George, who was sitting at the prosecution table.
“George, before we empanel the other two judges, I just want you to know what is about to happen and that making the accusation you have made formally is a very serious thing. We will listen to both sides and make a determination on the balance of probabilities. If we do not think that it is more likely than not that you are telling the truth, we will find Nicole innocent and order that you undergo the punishment in her stead. In these circumstances, do you want to persist in your allegation?”
“Yes, she did not obey me’.
“Ok, everyone should now draw a card, highest and lowest will be the other two judges!”
One of them was Patrick, the other a woman named Janice.
Charles asked George to tell the panel precisely what happened.
“I had ordered her to spread her pussy with her hands and was whipping her, when she took one of her hands away without having been given permission to do so.”
“Is that really all? I do not want to prejudge it, but the standard is wilful disobedience - what you are describing sounds more like a reflex to me. What do you think, Patrick and Janice?” Both nodded agreement.
“Well, I wasn’t going to mention this, as it is a bit embarrassing, but I had asked her to lick my arse and she refused point-blank, saying that was just too gross.”
Charles frowned and looked serious. “That is indeed a different matter. What does Nicole say to this?”
I protested that he had never asked me to lick his arse, and that therefore I had never refused. Charles said that, given that it was George’s word against mine, the only way to resolve the issue was by watching the tape of the recording made by the **********era in the spare room. This, he explained, had been installed for legal reasons, but also to resolve the sort of issue facing us now. George had got rather pale. A TV was wheeled into the room. The whole group was going to see me being sodomised!
The recording was started. Well, you remember the dialogue: “How do I know I can trust you? How can I be sure you won’t sell me out like last time?”
“You cannot. But if you do not cooperate I will get my money back and punish you more severely than anything you have experienced so far. So be my guest! If you are compliant, I might just play by the rules!”
Charles now looked furious. “Stop the recording and restrain him! We are all convinced he is lying, as he was lying before! He is hereby sentenced to twenty whiplashes with the heaviest whip on his back, thirty strokes with the heaviest riding crop on his cock and balls and fifty strokes with the paddle on his bottom. I will administer these myself. Nicole will then be given the right to kick him in the balls as many times as she likes.
Let's just say that he did not take his punishment like a man. For one thing, his penis was flaccid throughout, so that, by the time it was my turn to get involved, his balls were already pretty purple and blue. I only gave him one well-aimed kick and then said that he wasn’t worth the effort.
George was expelled from the society (along with his wife), and their membership deposit of £50,000 was forfeit to the society. To compensate me for the injustice I had received, I was given a cheque for £2,000, taken out of that money - money I could use very well.
While I had not expected to benefit financially from my first two ‘group sessions’, I had actually come out of it quite a bit better off.
I thus conceived the idea to offer myself to groups for money. I changed my ad on the BDSM dating site to suggest a financial motivation - and waited for developments. I certainly resolved that my amateur days would be over.
To be continued … Any ideas for my ‘professional’ sessions might be incorporated in the next chapter …
Then time was up, Nathalie and Charles got dressed. Nathalie quickly left and returned, whispering something to Charles. Charles took my hand and asked me to lie on wooden bench. He shackled my hands to the wall behind my head and then put shackles on my feet as well, securing them to rings in the wall behind my head, spread further apart than was comfortable for me.
There I was, spread like chicken, with both my pussy and my bum hole on display to whomever would now enter the room.
“Have fun!”, said Natalie with a grin, before putting a blindfold on me. I then heard the door as they both left. I did not have to wait long, and the door opened and closed again, a key was turned in the lock.
Then, nothing. Silence.
After what seemed like an eternity, I could hear someone undressing. Then hands caressed my nipples, my sides, my feet, avoiding my sex at all times. Then a tongue started licking my nipples, my neck, my stomach … I was getting more and more aroused, if that was possible.
Then a voice. “Look, I’m Anthony. I have felt very sorry for you all night. I will give you a choice: I can untie you and you can be nice to me - I will be nice to you, too. Or you can stay tied up, and I will be nice to you. It’s up to you.”
“Untie me, then, please! I’ll be your girlfriend for 30 minutes!”
He did, very gently. I took of my blindfold. There he was, his skinny body, blonde hair (and blonde pubic hair, I never realised pubic hair was the same colour as head hair in blonde people), just as I remembered it. His penis was hard, but there were two ugly welts on it, and his glans was an angry red. The cream Anna had put on me was still on a sideboard.
“Let me look after your penis for you. That must be really painful.” He let me put the cream on his cock. It grew harder under my touch.
“Let the cream do its work. What do you want to do in the meantime?” He silently kissed me, laid me on my back, kissed me all the way down my body, sucked my nipples, kissed my stomach (very tenderly) and then started licking my vagina. I was in heaven! He really knew what he was doing, too, and I came twice in quick succession, but was ready for more.
“Come on, put it in!”
I did not need to ask twice, he spread my legs and gently entered me. He felt long and thin inside me. Soon, he was vigorously riding me. Having come twice already, I needed time, but he had lots of stamina.
After fifteen minutes of non-stop sex, it dawned on me: the cream! I came, and came again. He was still going strong. Getting frustrated at not being able to cum, actually - I could see it in his face. He was also getting tired. I came one more time, a glorious, all body orgasm. I then gently moved him off me and made him lie on his back.
I then took him in my mouth, licked him all over, sucked him. He was thin enough to let me deep-throat him - he really appreciated that. But of no avail - still no orgasm. So I started stroking him vigorously, and that, finally, led to success: he shot his sperm all over me and himself. He then cleaned me off in the shower (there was an ensuite bathroom).
We then laid on the bed together, naked. We heard Natalie’s voice through the door: “Five minutes!” She also shoved a piece of paper under the door. Anthony read it and sighed.
“I need to secure you to the St Andrew’s cross. Is that ok with you?”
“Of course’.
I walked up to the cross. Velcro straps on each bar secured me in place, suspended. I experienced how crucifixion works: my breathing was restricted unless I pulled myself up by my arms. Anthony gave me one last kiss on the lips, and one on each nipple, and then left.
Three more sessions to go. I hoped they would all go as well as Anthony’s.
I was hanging by the cross, not blindfolded, facing the door. The door opened, and Gloria entered. You will remember, the early forties woman whose vagina I had whipped with a cat of nine tails! And, sure enough, she was holding the cat of nine tails in her hand!
“Ok, missy, I am going to give you some of your own medicine and more. This will be a very long half hour! I will start by repaying you, stroke for stroke. Since you are already naked, you will get the ten strokes I would have got had I not undressed completely. Please count out loud!”
If only I had thought of applying the cream after all the orgasms I had had with Anthony! Her aim was terrible, ten whip strokes struck home, onto my spread pussy!
I counted out loud as instructed. At the end, I was in tears and in terrible pain.
“Missy, stop crying. I will now continue. I have ten metal binder clips that I will attach to your clit, nipples and rest of your body. I will connect them all with a piece of string. I will then whip you all over. At the end, I will yank the string and rip off all the clips.”
She was as good as her word. The first clip went on the skin of my inner left thigh. The second in the same position on my right leg. Two on my underarms, one on each. Then one on each nipple. The pain was getting seriously intense.
She then put one clip each on my outer lips and finally one on my clit. The last one went on my nose! She then threaded the string through all of them and pulled slightly, giving me some idea of what pain I had to expect.
She then took hold of a medium whip and started whipping my body, concentrating on my already bruised breasts, but also hitting my stomach and pussy with some regularity. I was so grateful for Anna’s cream! The pain was bad, but could have been a lot worse! In a way, I didn’t want her to stop because I knew she would yang the string immediately afterwards, and I was seriously worried she would pull my nipples and clit right off!
But all things come to an end. She put the whip down, and yanked the string. All of the clips came off, the pain was intense, cream or no cream.
“We have ten minutes left. How would you like me to punish you?” Had she run out of ideas? I couldn’t think of anything. While I was thinking, she spotted the cream on the sideboard.
“Have you been using this? It’s got a local anaesthetic in it? You are cheating! I have half a mind to say you did not obey me, and you know what will happen to you if I do! Tell me the truth now!”
I told her that Anna had put it on most of my body, but not my vagina.
She was seriously angry. She opened another cupboard - it looked a bit like a serious HiFi tower - as it turned out, it was a powerful TENS unit. She attached clamps to my clit and my nipples and turned up the juice. The electricity was flowing through me, the pain was terrible. At the same time, my breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, as the strength in my arms no longer sufficed to pull my body up enough to allow me to breathe freely.
Natalie’s voice came as a relief: “Five minutes!”
Gloria left the electricity on as she stooped down to pick up the piece of paper that Natalie had shoved under the door. She then turned off the power, took off the clamps and released me from the cross. I slumped down on the floor, the strength in my legs gone.
“I need you to kneel, facing the door.” I obeyed. She shackled my feet together, and then put shackles on my hands, held up in front of my body.
“On minute left. This is my good-bye!” And she put the heaviest bull whip over my back five times - it almost made me fall down face first. She then left, throwing me one last evil look.
Natalie’s voice: “Your next owner wants you to shut your eyes, count to thirty, and then open them”. I obeyed, heard the door open, close, key in the lock. I had forgotten to count! I quickly began, and when I had reached thirty, I opened my eyes. And there was George lounging in an easy chair, wearing an evil grin!
I knew this guy wasn’t trustworthy. I knew that, even if I put up with everything he asked, submitted to everything he wanted to do to me, he could still claim that I had disobeyed and condemn me to the extreme punishment that disobedience carried: twenty whiplashes with the heaviest whip on the breasts, thirty strokes with the heaviest riding crop on my vagina and fifty strokes with the paddle on my bottom, in front of the whole group.
“How do I know I can trust you?” I asked him. “How can I be sure you won’t sell me out like last time?”
“You cannot. But if you do not cooperate I will get my money back and punish you more severely than anything you have experienced so far. So be my guest! If you are compliant, I might just play by the rules!”
I saw that I had no choice. I lowered my eyes.
“I will first get in the mood by giving you a good spanking. Get over my knee!”
I was just about able to move enough to get over to the easy chair and somehow arranged myself over his lap. He held my upper body in a way that cupped his left hand over my right breast, and then started spanking me with his right. After every five spanks he let his hand wander, exploring my sex and my bottom hole.
This was not without effect: to my amazement, I felt how his penis began to push against my stomach. And I had thought he was impotent!
“Ok, get off and get on all fours!” He undressed, and his penis was indeed erect, very long, very thick. “Suck it, and do a better job than last time!”
I tried my best, licked it, suckled it, sucked it. He grew impatient, took hold of the back of my head and jammed his penis into my throat, causing me to gag.
“Oh, you can’t take it, can you? Good job you have some other holes!”
And he took it out and moved behind me. I heard squirting from a plastic bottle. Fingers exploring my pussy and, again, my bottom hole. Lubricant being liberally applied. I could then feel the tip of his penis against my … bottom hole. And then he pushed it in. It went in deep, it felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside.
He then started pumping my rear passage. After what seemed like an eternity, but must have been no more than a minute or two, he pulled out and came round to my face again.
“Lick it clean! Now!”
I obeyed, close to retching, but managed to get it clean. He then thrust it into my face again, deep into my throat. He repeated this (throat, bum, throat, bum, throat) until he finally came in my behind.
He then made me clean him up again using my mouth and tongue, before making me lie on my back and spread my legs, holding my pussy lips open with my fingers. He took a cat of nine tails and started whipping me between the legs.
By reflex, I pulled one of my hands away when the whip cut across my fingers, and he went into a right rage:
“Did I give you permission to take your hand away? This is it! You disobeyed me and for that you shall pay!”
He got dressed, and simply left me there.
Nathalie and Charles came in and told me that he had complained about disobedience and that I could either confess or give my own side of the story at a formal hearing that would be convened after my next (and final) session (which had, after all, already been paid for). I chose the latter - feeling I had nothing to lose. But I was pretty sure that I was in for a level of pain and suffering that I had not bargained for when I signed up for this!
“Ok, Charles will chair the hearing, and two more judges will be randomly selected. It will be a very fair proceeding, I promise!”, said Natalie.
Yeah, right, I’m sure, is what I was thinking.
“Now we need to get you ready for your next private session. You look filthy, better go and have a shower! When you are done, lie face down on the bed, please.”
I did as instructed. I was lying there for what felt like an eternity. Then Nathalie came in, accompanied by Andrew and two men I did not know yet. She introduced them as Patrick and Giles. “They outbid the competition by forming a consortium. There is nothing in the rules forbidding this, so they will be sharing you for the next 30 minutes. Make sure you obey them - they may be giving testimony about your level of obedience at your imminent hearing!”
Andrew first dropped his trousers and asked me to get on all fours and suck him. As I said, I kind of fancied Andrew, so I happily obliged. While I was sucking him, Giles came from behind and started to fuck me doggie-style. I was being ‘spitted’! Patrick, in the meantime, got a whip and whipped my back from the side, with the whip at times wrapping itself entirely around my mid-section. The pain was bad, but no worse than I like it, and I came multiple times.
The men switched places from time to time, until they had all come either in my pussy or in my mouth. We then all had a shower together, they got dressed and we then all went down to the living room together.
This had now been set up as a courtroom, with a table at the front for the ‘judges’ and smaller tables for prosecution and defence facing it. Charles was sitting in the middle chair, the other two chairs were empty.
Charles turned to George, who was sitting at the prosecution table.
“George, before we empanel the other two judges, I just want you to know what is about to happen and that making the accusation you have made formally is a very serious thing. We will listen to both sides and make a determination on the balance of probabilities. If we do not think that it is more likely than not that you are telling the truth, we will find Nicole innocent and order that you undergo the punishment in her stead. In these circumstances, do you want to persist in your allegation?”
“Yes, she did not obey me’.
“Ok, everyone should now draw a card, highest and lowest will be the other two judges!”
One of them was Patrick, the other a woman named Janice.
Charles asked George to tell the panel precisely what happened.
“I had ordered her to spread her pussy with her hands and was whipping her, when she took one of her hands away without having been given permission to do so.”
“Is that really all? I do not want to prejudge it, but the standard is wilful disobedience - what you are describing sounds more like a reflex to me. What do you think, Patrick and Janice?” Both nodded agreement.
“Well, I wasn’t going to mention this, as it is a bit embarrassing, but I had asked her to lick my arse and she refused point-blank, saying that was just too gross.”
Charles frowned and looked serious. “That is indeed a different matter. What does Nicole say to this?”
I protested that he had never asked me to lick his arse, and that therefore I had never refused. Charles said that, given that it was George’s word against mine, the only way to resolve the issue was by watching the tape of the recording made by the **********era in the spare room. This, he explained, had been installed for legal reasons, but also to resolve the sort of issue facing us now. George had got rather pale. A TV was wheeled into the room. The whole group was going to see me being sodomised!
The recording was started. Well, you remember the dialogue: “How do I know I can trust you? How can I be sure you won’t sell me out like last time?”
“You cannot. But if you do not cooperate I will get my money back and punish you more severely than anything you have experienced so far. So be my guest! If you are compliant, I might just play by the rules!”
Charles now looked furious. “Stop the recording and restrain him! We are all convinced he is lying, as he was lying before! He is hereby sentenced to twenty whiplashes with the heaviest whip on his back, thirty strokes with the heaviest riding crop on his cock and balls and fifty strokes with the paddle on his bottom. I will administer these myself. Nicole will then be given the right to kick him in the balls as many times as she likes.
Let's just say that he did not take his punishment like a man. For one thing, his penis was flaccid throughout, so that, by the time it was my turn to get involved, his balls were already pretty purple and blue. I only gave him one well-aimed kick and then said that he wasn’t worth the effort.
George was expelled from the society (along with his wife), and their membership deposit of £50,000 was forfeit to the society. To compensate me for the injustice I had received, I was given a cheque for £2,000, taken out of that money - money I could use very well.
While I had not expected to benefit financially from my first two ‘group sessions’, I had actually come out of it quite a bit better off.
I thus conceived the idea to offer myself to groups for money. I changed my ad on the BDSM dating site to suggest a financial motivation - and waited for developments. I certainly resolved that my amateur days would be over.
To be continued … Any ideas for my ‘professional’ sessions might be incorporated in the next chapter …
8年前
