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Author: Richard Stryker – email stryker@a1adultebooks.com
Author's website: http://stryker.a1adultebooks.com/
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“Kelly's Training”
by Richard Stryker
Copyright. R. Stryker 2005.
The right of R. Stryker to be identified as the author of this book has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988.
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The five bar gate leading to Greg Dawson's farmhouse was closed so Kelly had to alight from her car and open the gate before passing inside. Once inside, she remembered her instructions and alighted from the car again to close the gate. Inside the farmhouse a bell sounded when the gate opened and it sounded again when it closed. The driveway leading to the house was about a hundred metres long and Kelly drove up to the house. She parked the car and walked the remaining ten paces to the front door.
As she walked towards the building she wondered why her husband, Darren, had made her agree to the visit.
Darren had tried to explain why but his approach had been unexpected. He was fed up with her wanton spending on his credit card and he was determined she would learn a lesson that would make her think twice about adding to their debt in the future. In short, Darren had told her she needed some expert training and he intended to continue her training when she came back from her session with Mr Dawson.
It went further than that though. Darren had spotted a whole personality trait he disliked. He noticed how Kelly, when out in a group, would be the last person to dip her hand in her pocket and, for example, buy a round of drinks. Yet, when it came to using her husband's credit card, she had no problem in spending as much as she could.
“You realise those friends of yours all know how tight you are?” He'd said to her on more than one occasion.
“So,” she replied impertinently.
“Well, they will soon get fed up with your attitude. They have to work for their money so they will soon get fed up buying you drinks when you don't reciprocate.”
“You reckon?”
“Yes! Remember Mark, your author friend? Have you noticed how he's stopped coming out with your little group?”
“Yes, why?”
“Because he got fed up with you. He's a sociable, amiable chap and over the months he's bought loads of rounds of drinks and you've bought him none. He works really hard to earn what he does and, if the truth is known, he's fed up with spongers like you. It happens that he's also had a bad time with his publisher as well. He found out that they were giving away his books for free, as a marketing exercise. That really blew his top, so now he's self-publishing and doing no worse than before. Actually he's doing better and feeling better about what he's writing. You see, he's ditched the spongers and made sure that the people who now get to read his books are those who appreciate him, simply because they are prepared to pay him for the hard work he puts in. The fact is, Kelly, people don't like spongers, and you are a sponger and you need to learn a lesson.”
Now, with the credit card bill in his hand, Darren knew the time to act had finally arrived.
***
Darren had contacted Dawson through some mutual friends who had already used the services of the Corrective Action Therapist – Greg Dawson's self-styled profession. The friends had been more than satisfied with Dawson 's handiwork, and even commented on the way their partners had almost overnight become much more submissive and dutiful, so Darren had made arrangements for Kelly to attend Dawson 's house. In telling Kelly what was happening and why he had made the appointment, Darren had mentioned something about a therapy table, but had chosen not to elaborate on the matter.
Kelly had had an uneasy feeling when she'd agreed to do something about her huge debts and learn how to control her finances as well as learn how to treat people better by being fair to them. She'd even made a mental note to go and buy one of Mark's stories and then tell him she had done so. He was a nice bloke really and she liked what he wrote, so she'd decided to treat him fairly in the future. For now though, she was facing an uncertain evening – an evening she knew she had no choice but to go through with.
Darren had promised her that one visit to the house she was walking towards would be enough for her to learn her lesson and come back a reformed character. She'd agreed, for she was desperate not to lose him and she really wanted to do something to sort her life out.
Greg Dawson was waiting for her by the front door.
“Good evening, Kelly, won't you come in.” Dawson, compared to Kelly, was tall and strong. In his younger days he would have been described as being of an athletic build but now, in his mid life, the muscles were showing signs of wear and tear from the time Dawson spent in his local pub.
Polite enough, Kelly thought. The man was about forty five, she figured, making him twenty years her senior. He was still smiling as he closed the door.
“Err, Mr Dawson,” Kelly began when she had been ushered into what was evidently the living room, “what exactly is a corrective action therapist?”
“Oh, quite simply, I aim to correct your bad habits by teaching you a lesson you will not forget. In your case I have instructions from your husband on what he requires and I am happy to say you will leave here in just a few hours a reformed character. Now, please sit down.”
Kelly did as she was instructed.
“Tell me, Kelly, your money worries – are they eating away at you?”
“Yes.”
“I thought so from what your husband said on the phone. Now, we need to be quite sure that you wish to do something about them and about the way you sponge off the goodwill of other people. You do want to do something about that, don't you?”
“Yes, Mr Dawson, I do.”
“I see, so how do you think I will help you?”
“Well, my husband thinks I need some kind of training – something that will make me think before I spend any more money, or sponge off other people. Something that I will look back on and remember as a warning to me in the future.”
“I see. And do you agree with your husband?”
“Yes, it kind of makes sense, though I don't know exactly what kind of training would make me think twice in the future.”
“Oh, Kelly, you will soon understand, believe me. Now, Darren has asked me to introduce you to a device I use to make people like you reflect on things when they have sudden impulses in the future. I call it my therapy table, because that is what it does – it trains you to think twice. I understand your husband has told you a bit about what I have in mind for this evening.”
“Yes he has. I have to say I doubt it will work and I doubt in the space of a few hours you will change me, but I have to go ahead with this or Darren will leave me.”
“He has told you that? That is excellent, for I am sure you will try all the harder.”
“I guess I probably will. So what happens next?”
“Did Darren tell you how to come prepared?”
“Yes.”
“Show me, please.”
“What, here? With the curtains open and the light on!”
“Yes. Part of this training is for you to learn to be obedient. You must train your mind to do the right things and part of that is to learn to do as you are told.”
“Yes, Mr Dawson, Darren mentioned that.”
“Good, in that case, please show me you are ready.”
Kelly had arrived wearing a fake-fur coat that went down to her knees. She also wore calf-length boots that rose to meet the hem of the coat. Dawson knew she'd prepared herself. Darren had called him to tell him Kelly was on her way and she'd spent an hour in the bathroom beforehand.
Slowly she unbuttoned the coat and slid it off her shoulders.
“Excellent. I see you are already able to follow instructions.”
Kelly was standing there naked except for the boots and a black, wispy thong.
“Did you experience anything while driving here?” He asked politely.
“Not really. I felt a bit vulnerable at first but I got over that initial fear when I realised no-one could really see me or notice what was under the coat.”
“Ah, that is good. I think you will gain much from this session. Come with me.”
Dawson led the woman out of the living room. He opened a door in the hallway – a door that led to a flight of stairs leading to his cellar.
“Please, follow me. Be careful on the steps, they are quite steep.”
He flipped the light switch, flooding the stairwell with soft, yellow light. At the bottom of the stairs was a second door leading into a room. The room was sparsely furnished and had a tiled floor. Two thirds of the way down the room was a metal table about two feet wide and six feet long. On top of the table was a thin, black leather mat.
“Please, go and lie on the table with your back to the mat.”
Kelly did as she was instructed, the meaning of the term ‘therapy table' suddenly dawning on her. It was too late to back out now and suddenly she knew why she would never forget this evening with Greg Dawson.
She took up her position lying on the table, looking at the black ceiling. Two spot lights glared back at her, flooding her body with white light. She closed her eyes to prevent her from being dazzled. The doctor walked behind her and she heard some sounds out of her line of sight.
“Put your hands above your head,” Dawson snarled, now in control of the situation. Kelly obeyed. She felt the rope round her wrists as he secured them together, before pulling her wrists down to the level of the table and fastening the rope to a stanchion under the head end. Then he tied a length of rope around her upper arms, pulling her arms back onto the table so her elbows touched the mat, so that her arms were forced wide apart, and her breasts were pushed outward and upward. Her rosy nipples sat prominently on the tops of her dark areolas, and the thrill of her first experiences at bondage began to arouse her.
“Are you are getting aroused?” Dawson asked as he came back into her line of sight.
“Yes, it feels quite sexy to be tied up like this. I actually quite like feeling vulnerable.”
“That is good, but we will have to stop you feeling aroused. You are, after all, here for training and not to enjoy yourself.” As he spoke he tweaked her nipples in turn between his thumb and forefinger and watched as they stiffened with Kelly's increasing arousal.
Dawson walked round the table and a moment later she felt the length of rope around her left ankle. Dawson passed the rope under the table and then wrapped the other end around her right ankle. With both ankles secured, he pushed Kelly's legs apart until her knees were at the edge of the table, her lower legs dangling down from either side. Then Dawson adjusted the rope around her ankles so that it was tight, forcing her legs together, under the table, making her back arch slightly under the tension. With her legs now opened wide, the black thong posed no hindrance to Dawson who, with a sharp knife, slit the two sides and pulled the flimsy garment free from the woman's body.
Dawson stood still for a moment, drinking in the sight of Kelly's shaven sex, her two, thick labia already pouting for attention, glistening slightly from her arousal at being tied to the table in such a provocative way.
Securely bound, Kelly had no option other than to wait and see what happened next. She did not have to wait for long. The light of the room turned to darkness as the blindfold was put in place over her eyes and again Dawson tied it securely in place. With the blindfold secured, Kelly felt the rope being placed over the blindfold and, when she tried to lift her head a moment later, she found she was unable to, the rope securing her head to the table. For the first time Kelly felt a wave of fear pass through her body.
“Open your mouth,” Dawson said with a ruthless calm.
In her world of darkness, Kelly began to be afraid but knew she would be better off applying obedience rather than stubbornness. Darren had warned her of the consequences of being disobedient or not going through with the entire programme of rehabilitation. So Kelly opened her mouth. She felt the ball gag between her teeth and stretched her mouth open wider to accommodate it. Like the blindfold, it was tied securely in place.
“Not too uncomfortable, I hope,” he said.
“Mmmmm,” Kelly tried to speak, but the gag prevented her from saying anything coherent.
“Now, I am going to tell you a little bit more about my methods. Your training this evening is all about pain. Pain is a great therapy for your kind of obsession. After this evening you will always look back when you are about to be reckless and you will not wish for your husband to send you to me again because of the painful memories you are about to be given. Not only that, I believe your husband has something planned for you later on when you get home. Now, do you understand how this session is going to help you?”
“Mmmm nnn,” Kelly mumbled. Behind the blindfold her eyes were wide with fear.
“Yeearrgghhh,” she howled when the first stroke of the flogger cut across her naked, pale breasts, stroking her rosy nipples and flicking across the dark areolas.
“Oh come, that did not really hurt.” Dawson's voice was calm, authoritative and totally in control, and it only added weight to what Kelly now knew was going to happen.
Swish! The flogger cut across her flesh again in a second stroke and again she shrieked behind the ball gag.
Swish! The angle of the dozen, thin leather straps had changed and this stroke cut down across her left breast, tearing at her jutting out nipple. A moment later her right breast was treated to a similarly ferocious assault.
Now, as each stroke landed, Kelly gasped and gulped behind the ball gag. In her darkened world, the fear of not knowing where the next stroke was coming from only added to the pain she was experiencing.
Dawson stood behind Kelly's head as he administered the flogging, making sure he treated both breasts in the same way, so by the end of the strokes both breasts were bright pink and a more angry red colour in places.
Finally, after each breast had received ten strokes of the flogger, the torture stopped. After a minute, Kelly felt his warm hand cupping her left breast. She felt the coarseness of the rope as he positioned it under her mammary. A moment later her other breast also felt the rope under it. Her tormentor wrapped the rope under the table, pulling it tight as he did so, before applying a second loop, criss-crossing her breasts, lifting them upwards and holding them securely in position as he tied off the rope under the table.
“Ah, you have nice breasts. They are soft and tender. Now, you will feel a little prick.”
“Yyyyy,” Kelly screeched behind the gag as the first needle pierced her left nipple, bisecting it vertically. The second needle pierced the same nipple horizontally and Kelly screeched again.
“Oh come, it is not so painful. The needles are quite small.” Dawson 's voice was still calm as he administered the piercing. He turned his attentions to her right nipple and pierced it in a similar manner. Each time the needles pricked her nipple, Kelly screamed with the pain, though her cries were muffled by the gag.
With two more needles, Dawson pierced the taut flesh under her breasts, just above where the rope was pushing her breasts upwards. Again Kelly screamed.
“Now, in my experience, the best thing for patients with a neurological disorder such as obsession is the application of a little electric current.”
Kelly was wide-eyed behind the blindfold. She felt Dawson as he cupped her left breast in his hand. Then she felt the needles move as he attached something to them. When he removed his hand, her breast was pulled to the outside of her body by the weight of whatever had been attached to the needles. Then she felt the same sensations as something was attached to the needles in her right breast.
She waited for a few moments, as Dawson moved around the room without speaking. Finally he broke the silence.
“This will be uncomfortable,” he said, in that kind of reassuring voice only a sadist can truly master.
It started as a tingling sensation in her left breast, a sensation that was not painful though a bit unnerving. After five seconds it moved to her right breast, tingling and exciting her nipple. Again after five seconds it returned to her left nipple though now the sensation was stronger. After a further five seconds the sensation returned to her right nipple, again a little stronger.
After maybe a minute the sensation had grown beyond stimulating into the realms of pain. Kelly realised what it was – he was applying an electric current to the ends of her breasts! As the current increased so the sensation became more painful, and as it did so it spread out from the immediate area of her nipples into the soft flesh beyond.
After the first minute the increase in power seemed to get bigger so now it was jolting her breasts and was becoming more and more painful.
“MMmsssss,” Kelly screeched behind the gag as the current came back to shock her left breast.
“MMMMsssssssshhhhh,” she cried again five seconds later when the current tore through the needles in her right one.
What happened next was not reassuring. While the current continued to torture her breasts, Kelly suddenly felt Dawson 's hand between her legs.
“I see you shaved as you were instructed. You have done a good job too.” Dawson 's voice was almost casual, but in his voice there was something and Kelly could not tell whether it was arousal or menace.
The next time the current jolted her breasts it was no stronger than the previous jolt. The level of pain was just below the threshold of what Kelly could consider as bearable, and though she winced each time the current was applied, she breathed a little easier when the current remained at the same level.
Kelly felt something cold being applied to her naked pubic mound and all round her labia and she flinched inwardly as she felt his fingers gently parting her labia.
She was open and moist. The unwanted pain in her breasts had, nonetheless, aroused her and her own secretions had been flowing. She felt his finger as it slid inside her. He stroked her a couple of times with the finger, searching out the soft pad of flesh that was her G-Spot. He withdrew his finger and patted her labia gently with his hand, just as the current switched breasts.
“I think we will go up one more level,” he muttered, moments before the increased jolt of electricity penetrated her right breast, causing her to screech once again behind the gag.
She felt the same painful surge in her left breast before the current was switched off.
“Now, your training continues with me attending to you down here,” Dawson spoke softly as he had done all evening as he patted her labia again. His calmness was most disconcerting to Kelly and she got the impression that Dawson revelled in what he was doing.
She felt something firm and leathery being played across the gap between her legs. Dawson was standing beside the woman, reaching over her chest as he played the belt across her naked pubic mound.
Thwack! The belt slapped into her labia and the pain from the contact of the flat blade of leather coursed through her body.
“Mmmm!” Kelly squealed behind the ball-gag when the belt bit into her labia.
Thwack! The second lash of leather, as it was brought sharply back down between her legs was no less painful and a third stroke followed soon after.
Kelly howled again and again behind the gag and the back of the blindfold was moist with her tears, tears that now started to trickle down behind the mask onto her face.
“Do you like the pain in your sex?” Dawson 's voice penetrated the world of pain that Kelly had entered.
“Nnnnnn,” she mumbled, unable to speak properly.
“That is good.”
Thwack! Another loud slap reverberated around the room as he brought the belt down right across her labia again. Kelly shrieked with pain as it landed. Her agony increased when another stroke of the belt made contact barely five seconds later.
Then Dawson changed positions. The fifth stroke with the belt landed flat across her pubic mound, the tail of the strap biting into her flesh that had been freshly shaven an hour or so earlier.
“Gggnnnnnnoooooo,” she yelled behind the gag. She'd struggled with her bonds earlier in the session and realised then that her chances of moving, much less escape, were virtually nil. With the belt landing across her mound again she wrestled with the bonds in a fresh effort to escape.
“Ah, you think you can escape. Why then do you think I tied you so securely. I am an expert in my field of therapy and I can assure you there is no escape until I release you.”
The next stroke across her mound was more painful than the previous two and Kelly involuntarily struggled with her bonds again while at the same time screaming as loudly as she could from behind the gag.
The seventh and eighth strokes followed swiftly before Dawson stopped to examine his handiwork. The area around the pubic bone was bright pink where the belt had made contact and in two places the overlapping effect of the strokes had caused welt marks to form.
“Good, now you are tender, it is time for more needles.”
Kelly mumbled something behind the gag, something unintelligible that made Dawson smile at her. He sat on the edge of the table beside his hapless victim.
“We are now going to prepare your vulva for some therapy. First, though, it is important that your labia do not get in the way.
“Yaarrooo!” Kelly squealed as he pierced the central part of her left labia with the needle. The needle went straight through the lip and a moment later she felt the needle as it pierced the soft flesh of her leg, both entering and then exiting her flesh about an inch above the entry point. The effect was to open up the labia and pin it back against her leg, wide open, stretched and taut.
“Yeee…eeee…oooo…..hhhhh,” she screamed behind the gag as he pinned back the other labia in the same manner. Her sex lips were now held wide open by the two needles and she was totally exposed, the hood of her clitoris barely concealing the bud beneath.
Kelly felt Dawson as he stroked her clitoris, the sensations soft, arousing and pleasurable after the half hour of torture. She felt the bud stiffen, a prelude to more pain, or at least that is what Kelly should have been expecting. She started to moan as he continued to stroke her, not from any pain from the tenderness that the strapping had caused her but from the arousal he was stirring in her body.
She shuddered inwardly as her orgasm flowed through her. Her breathing continued to quicken when his attentions continued past her climax. She responded again to his continued stroking, her bud now stiff from the blood that had been diverted to it from other parts of her body.
“You have a large clitoris,” he spoke softly in her dark world.
“Mmmnnnn,” she mumbled behind her gag. She'd wanted to express her pleasure more vocally but the gag prevented her, just as it prevented her from expressing the full horror of her terror and the pain a moment later when he inserted another needle horizontally through her swollen bud. As he pierced her clitoris, a thin trickle of blood seeped out onto the exposed end of the needle.
What happened next was no less disconcerting. She felt something being attached to the three needles that had pierced her around her sex, the same sensation she had experienced when he had attached something to the needles in her nipples.
With the needles around her sex now being pulled downwards in the horizontal plane of her body, she felt the smooth device being positioned at the entrance to her vulva. Dawson inserted it slowly. To Kelly, stretched and open as she was down there, it felt huge, and she was sure the device was tearing her muscles as it was pushed into her.
With the device fully inserted, Dawson spoke again.
“Now, so you understand what is going to happen, I am going to apply some electric therapy to your vulva. It will cover your labia, your clitoris and the inside walls of your vulva and it will not be very comfortable for you, though you will get highly aroused because of the sensations. The vibrator in your vulva is especially wide, to ensure good contact with your inner walls. It conveys electric current to the tip and also will vibrate along the full length of the shaft.”
The first current tingled through Kelly's labia, through the needles inserted into her body, holding the lips open, and on up into her clitoris. It was not particularly painful and when the vibrator inside her started to hum, Kelly began to get aroused. It was not voluntary arousal, but one enforced by the electric impulses and the strong, persistent vibrations of the device that had been inserted deep into her vulva.
“Mmmmm,” Kelly purred behind the gag as her arousal grew. It continued to grow towards her second orgasm and in less than a couple of minutes she peaked, the relief of her release quickly being replaced with fear as the intensity of the electric currents increased.
“Now, Kelly, I must explain something. Though your body will make you aroused and make you climax, it is not good for you. Each time the sensors in the vibrator detect your muscles contracting when you climax, they will automatically cause the electric current to increase by another unit. This will, of course, make you even more aroused and so on. I think it will take about twenty minutes before you are totally overwhelmed. Now, I am going to leave you to enjoy yourself.”
“Dunnn guuuu,” Kelly moaned as a fresh wave of pleasure swept through her body, causing the sensors to react and increase the current level.
“Twenty minutes, Kelly,” Dawson spoke softly as he closed the door behind him, leaving the woman on her own.
As Dawson climbed the staircase to his hallway, Kelly felt the tingling sensations round her vulva and the penetrating vibrations of the device buried deep inside her.
Involuntarily her body responded to the attentions and she moved towards another orgasm. Inside her darkened world, Kelly struggled to block the sensations from her brain. She tried unsuccessfully to convince her brain that the feelings were not arousing her.
Suddenly, it was happening. The contractions started as her vaginal muscles clamped the device more strongly, the feelings of pleasure coursing through her body as she climaxed, only for her to be jolted back to the reality of the situation when the tingling sensations turned slightly more painful as the electric current was automatically turned up by whatever strange device he had rigged her up to.
Kelly closed her eyes to concentrate. She began counting the seconds in the hope that it would distract her, but her highly-charged sexual appetite, something Darren had no doubt told Dawson about, made it impossible. The vibrations continued unabated, bringing her to a fresh state of arousal. She felt wet, very wet, between her legs, and knew from past experience that she was shortly going to enter the realms of a multiple orgasm. Even the dread of what would happen to the electric shocks when that happened did not stop her body from responding to the steady, rhythmic pulsing in her vulva. She was building now, the liquid was flowing and then suddenly it was happening. Contraction after contraction pulsed through her vulva as her orgasms came thick and fast. As she came, time and again, so the mat on top of the table between her legs began to get wet from her secretions. At the same time the equipment took over and increased the electric currents beyond what was pleasurable to what was painful and then agony and then excruciating.
At a certain level of pain, Kelly's brain finally beat the demands of her vulva and cut out the multiple orgasms she was experiencing. Now the pain took over and the pleasure of the past few minutes faded into history as Kelly screamed in agony from the electricity that was tormenting her sexual organs.
“Aaahhh eeeeeiyyyyoooowwww,” she screeched as loudly as the gag would allow her. Her cries went unheard so she breathed in deeply and screamed again, a strange, gurgling sound. Then, as she screamed, the door to the room flew open.
“What is all the noise about? I told you what would happen if you could not control yourself.”
“Aiiieeenshheettt,” she howled in response.
“Ah, you had a multiple climax, and that sent the device into overdrive. Do you like the electricity in your pussy?”
Desperately Kelly tried to shake her head but she could barely move.
“Yes, ah that is good, but I think you have had enough.” Dawson turned off the device and the current died. He pulled the vibrator our of Kelly's sopping vagina. Then he unclipped the electricity generator from the needles around her vulva and then her breasts.
Kelly was still sobbing from the pain in her genitals. As he unclipped the device from her vulva he noticed the faint traces of burn marks where the needles had pierced her body, causing her to bleed slightly.
With deft precision, Dawson removed the needles from around her sex and then gently patted her tender labia with his hand.
Kelly winced as he patted her. The pain from the earlier therapy with the belt and the sensitivity caused by the needles and the electricity, together with the natural sensitivity experienced in that region after an orgasm, made his attentions all the more excruciating.
He stood up and turned his attention to the needles in her breasts. These he removed quickly and with no great care. He smiled thinly to himself when a faint trickle of blood appeared at some of the puncture sites.
“Now Kelly,” he said, after he had untied the ball gag and removed it from her mouth, “have you learned something from this session?”
“Y…y…e…s,” she gasped. Kelly was still crying openly from the experience and her body was sore and tender where she had been tortured.
“That is good. I trust you will remember tonight for a long time and that it will serve as a reminder to you as I doubt you will want to come back here again.”
“N…n…o, I don't,” Kelly stammered, trying to control the sobbing.
“And was it worse than you anticipated?”
“Y…y…e…s.”
“Good. Now, we have not quite finished for these sessions always end up with my clients having a leaving present.” All the time he had been speaking, Dawson had been untying Kelly. Now, she was released and the blindfold released.
“Kneel on the ground with your upper legs in a vertical position. Put your head down and clasp your hands together on the floor, just where that little ring is.”
“Oh God, I don't think I can do any more.”
“Ah, but you must try, or the message will not stay in your memory for long.”
“Oh, it will, I assure you.”
“I insist, or I will have to tell your husband the session has been a failure.”
“And that would be the end of us I'm sure. Please don't tell him.” Kelly was still sobbing as she pleaded with Dawson . Dawson knew this was the moment when Kelly would either learn obedience and submission or she would fail, so he made a bargain with her.
“I won't tell him if you do as you are told.”
Kelly complied – she had no choice. She knelt on the floor facing the middle of the room. She got her upper legs into a vertical position and clasped her hands together on the floor near the little ring that had been set into it. In less than a minute her wrists had been securely tied together and the rope secured to the ring, ensuring her hands were almost down on the ground.
“Now, open your legs for me.”
Kelly obeyed, opening her legs a couple of feet.
“That is good. Now, I will slide this little stool under your stomach and you can rest on it.” The stool was about two feet long and six inches wide and the top was supported by a frame on each side, much like a bench. Dawson adjusted the two support brackets so the top came up to Kelly's stomach. Then he pressed the release catches on the bottom of the stool, locking it into place in the grooves on the floor that Kelly had wondered over.
The stool was secure and Dawson knew she could put all her weight on it without moving it. Taking a length of rope, he secured it around her waist and the stand and pulled it tight. Kelly was fixed in position.
It took Dawson only a few moments to make his intentions known. Kelly felt his hand on her naked buttocks a moment before she felt her cheeks being parted, exposing her anus.
“Ah, you have a virgin bottom. Never mind, it will only serve to reinforce the message from this session.”
Kelly felt a blob of cold cream as it dropped dead centre of her anus. Then she felt his hand rubbing the cream in, pushing against the muscle as he did so.
“My, you are tight,” he grunted as he pushed a finger against the aperture.
“Oh, shit,” Kelly groaned as the muscle relaxed and allowed him entry. She felt his finger inside her, a finger that was covered in a latex glove. He worked the finger round and palpated her sphincter.
“Good, you are opening up.” The finger was removed only to be replaced by two.
“Mmm,” Kelly winced as the added finger caused her some discomfort. Again the fingers were worked round the entrance to her anus, palpating the sphincter muscle. A few seconds later a third finger was added.
“Christ, that's hurting me.”
“Nonsense, it's just a bit uncomfortable. If you want pain, I will show you pain.” Dawson removed his fingers and pulled off the glove, casting it to one side. He went over to his table by the wall and pulled from the drawer a fourteen inch dildo that was over one and a half inches across.
“Now,” he continued when he returned, “this will be painful.” He pressed the dildo against her ass, noting with a smile that his previous attempts to open her up had been partly successful. As Dawson pushed the dildo against the muscle that resisted his efforts, so Kelly pushed into the little stool as she tried to escape the growing pressure of the device that was hurting her.
Suddenly the pressure grew too much for her and the dildo gained entry.
“Fuck me, that's so bloody big,” she howled as the dildo was plunged into her back passage. ‘Oh, no, oh, take it out, it's too fucking big.”
“It is large, but it has only ripped you slightly,” Dawson commented dispassionately at the first trace of blood coming from her torn flesh. He thrust and twisted the dildo in and out of Kelly's body with a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust pushing the device a little further into her.
“That is stretching you, isn't it?” He questioned her.
“Y…y…e…sss,” she panted out her reply. There was no pleasure in this, just pain as the dildo was thrust mercilessly back into her body.
“Would you like me to electrocute your bottom?” Dawson sounded serious.
“N...n…o!” Kelly screamed back as the dildo was rammed ten inches into her body, the tear around the entrance to her anus growing bigger with each thrust.
“That is a pity. Perhaps if you come back again I will do it then.”
“I'm not coming back. Your ways may be unorthodox but you can bet they bloody well work, at least they do with me. Yeearrghh!” Kelly cried out as the dildo banged into her again.
“I am glad to hear it, but it will be for your husband to decide if you need more therapy.”
“Yes, I know,” Kelly gasped as the painful device was finally removed from her bleeding rectum.
“As long as we all have the same understanding.”
Dawson walked back over to his table. He picked up the gun he used for piercing people and walked back to Kelly.
“Now, Kelly, your husband has asked me to pierce you so he can remind you of what you have been through if you ever stray again. If you do it twice you will be back here for more therapy and next time I will not be so gentle with you.”
Dawson was in position now. Sitting behind the woman, forcing her legs open, he opened her labia with one hand, located her clitoris and placed the piercer around it. Then he squeezed the trigger and the stud shot clean through her bud causing the woman to scream in agony.
“All done. I just need to put the wing on it and you will be finished. You are to wear the stud at all times. It may cause you some pain but if your husband discovers you have taken it off, other than to clean it, you will be back here very quickly. Do you understand?”
“Y…e…sss.” Kelly sobbed at the pain and the humiliation of having to wear something her husband had always jibed was a hallmark of a slave. Now she knew she was his slave and he could have her tortured further if she ever stepped out of line. It was the price she had to pay for her reckless past and for staying with the man she loved and needed.
Dawson released the rope around her waist and untied her wrists. Gratefully she straightened, though her butt was sore and open, and she knew it was bleeding.
“Good. In that case, put back on your coat, pick up what's left of your thong and get home to your husband. He has something in line for you tonight, so he told me.”
“Oh, fuck.” Kelly stuttered as she knew what Darren would demand of her when she returned home.
***
The credit card statement was sat on the low coffee table when Kelly arrived home. Darren was in his favourite armchair and Kelly noticed he'd washed while she'd been out and he was wearing his bath robe.
“How did the evening go?” Darren asked casually.
“Horrible. He flogged me, electrocuted me and then ass fucked me with a dildo. It was all so painful. Then, and this will make you happy, he pierced my clitty and told me I am your slave.”
“I see,” said Darren. “Have you seen the last statement?”
“Yes.”
“Even after we agreed last week that you would need therapy you went out and wilfully spent another two hundred. Why did you do that?”
“I don't know.”
“And will you be doing it again?”
“No.”
“Good. And what about sponging off your friends in the future?”
“I won't, Darren, I promise. I'll even go and buy one of Mark's books tomorrow and let him know I'm reading it.”
“Good. Well, now, as Mr Dawson was not aware of the two hundred and as I need to be sure his therapy is effective, we will continue your therapy. Lie on the coffee table with your ass pointing to the ceiling, legs together and with your hands down the front of the table grabbing a leg each.”
“What are you going to do, Darren?”
“I am going to punish you for the two hundred. You will get twenty strokes of my slipper on your bare ass. Take your coat off before you lie down.”
Kelly looked with pleading eyes at Darren but his mood was set. His slippers had soft tops but the sole was made of black plastic and Kelly knew it would hurt her good. She realised she had no choice and Darren would only send her back to Dawson if she was disobedient, that or he would kick her out. So Kelly took off her coat and lay on the coffee table. Darren saw her pink sex as she undressed and whistled softly to himself, his cock throbbing with anticipation when he espied the clit jewellery that Dawson had adorned her with.
“Ready,” said Kelly. “Please don't hurt me too much. I'm already really sore.”
“I can see. Well, you should have learned your lesson by the end of tonight.”
The slipper lay on her bare buttocks. The first stroke had landed and Kelly was crying loudly from the stinging pain that had flooded her backside.
“Twenty strokes more,” said Darren coldly. The slipper bathed her backside in red marks, redefining her bottom from the pink colour it had been, to a much darker red colour. Time and again Darren brought the slipper down on her naked flesh, leaving it to make its imprint with each stroke, giving Kelly time to react to each painful moment, before the next was delivered.
With each stroke, Kelly gasped and fought to keep back the tears. She failed, almost inevitably, and before event he tenth stroke had landed she was pleading for mercy. There was to be none of it this night, though.
The slipper was flexible and gave out a most rewarding thwack sort of sound each time it stung Kelly's ass. Darren's assault was measured for he intended to teach his wife a lesson she would not forget.
With the slipper having been used to deliver its final stroke, Darren told Kelly to sit up on the end of the coffee table.
“Now, open my bathrobe and give me the blow job you keep on promising me.”
“Oh, must I, Darren?” Kelly was sobbing from the slipper.
“Yes, unless you want to go back to Dawson .”
“No, please don't send me back there. He's horrible.”
“Then get my bathrobe open, and learn some respect while you're at it.”
Kelly had his robe opened in less than ten seconds and his rigid nine inches popped out into the open, standing smartly to attention.
“Open your mouth and start sucking.” Darren was enjoying the new power he had over Kelly.
Kelly obeyed without creating any further protestations. She opened her mouth and licked his cock all round, up and down the shaft, tickling the fraenum at the point where his shaft met the head, and then she popped the head of his manhood in her mouth.
She had done this kind of thing only twice before, when she was young and at school. It had been a dare behind the bike sheds and the boys had cum in her mouth so quickly it had been embarrassing.
With Darren, though, things were different. She sucked hard on him, drawing him deep into her mouth before releasing him and then repeating the movement.
Darren was clearly enjoying this action and grunted his approval as his cock slid deep into Kelly's mouth again. He contemplated cumming in her mouth but distracted his attentions for long enough to let the delightful thought pass.
“Okay,” he said after a few minutes. “Now, stand behind the table and lean on it, with your legs wide apart.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Fuck you, what else?”
“So my punishment is over?”
“Not quite.”
“How do you mean?”
“You'll see.”
Kelly was intrigued but knew better than to ask any further questions. She took up her position and soon felt Darren behind her. She opened her legs wide for him, her labia already dripping with her own moistness.
She felt his rigid manhood as he guided it between her legs to the point where it pushed against her labia and then, with one long thrust, he was buried deep inside her.
“Now, I understand Mr Dawson treated you to some electric therapy?”
“Yes, and it was bloody painful. Ohhhh!” Kelly gasped as Darren thrust his manhood into her again.
“Good, because it apparently softens up the vulva and makes it more responsive. How's, grunt, that?” He asked as he thrust into her vulva again.
“Sore, ahhhh!” Kelly groaned as he thrust into her again. His fucking action was slow and deliberate and Kelly knew he was doing it this way to cause her pain. Dawson was right – the electric shock therapy had indeed made her vulva more sensitive and now the effect of being fucked in this way was making her feel more pain than pleasure.
“Oh God, Darren, it's really beginning to hurt?” Kelly moaned. “Can't you finish in my mouth?”
“No. It's too late for that. Have you really learned your lesson tonight?”
“Ouch, yes. Can't you finish now?”
Darren began to increase the rate of thrust.,
“Ow, ow, yeeeow!” Kelly cried out as his thrusting became more frantic and more frequent. Far from her usual enjoyment of their sex sessions, this one was really painful. It would stick in her mind for a long time and made her resolve never again to visit Dawson for another session on his therapy table.
“Ow, no, please stop!” Kelly cried out as Darren banged into her once again.
Finally, Darren had worked himself up to the point of no return. He thrust once more into Kelly, causing her to cry out again with the pain and then he shot his thick wad of semen deep inside her. As he ejaculated, he pulled her back onto his cock, determined she would not escape from him until he was ready. Finally, after nearly half a minute he released her.
“Now, if you ever spend anything on that bloody card again, I will use it to split your cunt wide open and then I will send you to Dawson for more therapy.” Kelly was sprawled on the floor, crying softly from the pain in her buttocks and her vulva.
“I promise I won't darling. I will do whatever you want, whenever you want, only don't send me back to Dawson .”
***
“Good morning, Mr Dawson, it's Darren Brown here.”
“Good morning Mr Brown. How are you today.”
“Oh I am fine. That session you did with my wife last week, I have to say it seemed to work. She spent five days without spending anything but I have just found a new credit card voucher in her handbag. She's right here beside me, crying already because she knows I am going to ask you to give her another session, only this time it needs to have a longer-lasting effect.”
“I see. Well, you can send her over here this evening at about seven. I will be ready for her then. She should come prepared as last time, and you can tell her I will be redoubling my efforts to assist her with her problem.”
“Thank you Mr Dawson, seven it is.”
The phone was replaced and Darren looked at Kelly, tears streaking her make-up.
“Seven. He wants you shaved again and he intends to assist you more assertively this time.”
“Please Darren, NOOOOOOOO! I will do anything for you, but please don't send me back to Dawson .”
“Dawson first and then you really will do anything for me, I promise you.”
“But I can do that without seeing Mr Dawson.”
“No, you have to learn your lesson and I am sure Mr Dawson can use methods I could not even dream of. Tonight, seven o'clock at his place and make sure you are shaved properly, not that half-hearted effort you made for me three days ago.”
“If you say so, master.”
Darren heard the word he had wanted to hear for the past week and smiled to himself. Yes, he truly was the master and his little wife slave was going to learn just what that meant.
The End
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