Miss Pratt's Singer

Kathy quieted down as Giselle opened the door and came in. Giselle was a small-breasted blond girl, rather sallow looking,but with a definite mean streak. Kathy had undergone several rather vicious whippings at Giselle's hand, and she was aware that Giselle didn't like her...perhaps because Kathy was so beautiful.

"So, talking to Evelyn, are we?" Giselle said with an irritated frown. "Jesus, I heard you coming up the hallway...bitching about how hard it is here...and Evelyn, poor thing, she's the one with all the clothespins." Giselle walked over to Evelyn. Lifting her rattan cane, she knocked a clothespin off the side of Evelyn's breast. "Ma'am, really I wasn't" begged Kathy. "I'm--quite happy here." Jesus I should be, at $400 an hour.

It was a damn good thing that Titus was well fixed, because Kathy's stay here had already run in the five grand mark...Giselle bent over and picked up the clothespin and walked over to Kathy. "Lean your head over so I can reach you, birdbrain." Kathy stared. "What? My head?" Giselle raised her knee and kicked Kathy in the cunt, and Kathy gasped.

"Lean your head over or--Oh, hell" Giselle reached up and grabbed Kathy by the hair. "Remember if you land in the pile of whipped cream, you're whipped..." Giselle laughed, and Kathy continued to clutch her rope as Giselle dragged her head over. "Open your mouth, you big-titted hag. I'm going to teach you to run your mouth. Open!" Kathy opened her mouth. "Stick your tongue out!"

 Kathy obeyed, and Giselle clipped it with the wooden clothespin that she'd knocked off Evelyn's breast. Kathy, a hygeinic sort (She worked as a surgical nurse) gagged. Oh, God...my tongue hurts!

But Kathy held onto her rope gamely, and tried not to move her tongue around. It felt as if she'd bit her tongue 12,000 times.

"And I stopped and listened. Evelyn, you are so nice, telling Kathy about how good Miss Pratt is...what a pathetic heifer you are, Kathy." WHACK! Giselle lashed Kathy across the front thigh and Kathy moaned. "I think you want to help Kathy, don't you Evelyn? Your dedication is great." Giselle smiled at Evelyn.

Evelyn, gripping her rope weakly, responded. "Well, she's brand new, Miss Giselle...you must understand..." Giselle walked up and whacked Evelyn across the abdomen, knocking two clothespins off. "What do I have to understand? Who the fuck do you think you are, you rich bitch? "Giselle whacked Evelyn in the cunt.

"You have four degrees in hotel management and a huge chain of motels, and I barely finished grammar school...My ma usta be a maid in one of the Spotlight Inns you own, you lousy old hag...If Prattsie and I hadn't grown up together in the Four Winds trailer park, I'd still be working at the Winn Dixie, you old whore....don't tell me a fucking thing!"

 Giselle knocked another clothespin off Evelyn's inner thigh, and the older woman moaned. "You think my real name is Giselle? You think I'm some kinda European import domme? Hell, my front name is Sabrina Hooks...I got renamed for this job, baby!" Giselle laughed, and whacked Evelyn again on her buttocks with the cane.

"Oopsie!" Giselle smiled, and picked up the clothespin. "That's the game I was talking about. Since Evelyn is so eager to help Kathy, I'll make a deal...I'm going to knock all the clothspins off Evelyn's baggy old body.

For each one that Evelyn takes in silence, each pinching knock, I'll leave the clothespin be on the floor. But for every moan or cry or whine from you, Evelyn, I'm going to put THREE clothespins on Kathy, here..."

No! That wasn't fair! She wasn't ready for clothespins yet! Kathy tried to speak,but the clothespin on her tongue prevented it. Giselle laughed, comprehending. "I know, you don't think you're ready. But I don't care."

Giselle walked up and whacked Kathy's face with her rattan cane. Kathy burst into tears, even through the clothespin, but she hung on.

" And if I can get you to fall off your rope, Samuel is going to horsewhip you in the next room, and then you are spending the night, not in your Holiday Inn suite, but in a chest with four air holes in the basement"

"Master Titus is paying for it. He's sick of your slowness in training, Kathy." Giselle smirked, and whacked Kathy's face again with the rattan cane. "If I can get you to fall into the whipped cream, believe me, kiddo, all hell's going to break loose for you! And part of it'll be using the clothespins...and the other part." Giselle reached into her purse, pulling out a long peacock feather--"will be using something else!"

Giselle stepped over to Kathy, careful not to put her toe in the whipped cream, and began running the peacock feather back and forth just under  Kathy's engorged nipple. Kathy inadvertently bit the clothespin, which pinched her tongue more, but she didn't let go of the rope. It was do or die now. Kathy had spent half an hour once in the chest with four holes, and she had terrible claustrophobia.

"Having a bad time holding onto the rope, honey?" Giselle said sympathetically, as she transferred the feather from Kathy's nipple to just under her left armpit. As the feather traveled up and down the underside of Kathy's arm, she began giggling through the horrible clothespin, and shaking around, desperately trying not to let go of the rope.

It vaguely occurred to Kathy that all she had to do was say the word, and she'd be helped down, given her clothes, and sent on her way...Giselle would call her Mrs. Parsons, and it would be total respect--but then the sessions would be over and Titus would be terribly disappointed in her. So Kathy had to hold onto the rope and keep trying.

Whack! Giselle knocked a clothespin off Evelyn's buttocks, and the older woman bit her lip. Kathy pleaded with Evelyn not to make any noise, for she didn't think she could take the transfer of the clothespins, and Evelyn signaled back that she would try WHACK! Giselle knocked one clothespin off Evelyn's clitoris lip and the older woman screamed.

"Marvelous." Giselle smiled triumphantly. Giselle picked the clothespin up, and took two more from a small bag and, climbing up on a stepladder, placed three on Kathy's right earlobe.

It had never occurred to Kathy that Giselle would choose a non-lower body part to place clothespins on, but Giselle knew the most painful places, all right. Giselle smiled. "Oh yes...that's the other qualification I have, baby. When Prattsie and I were growing up in the trailer park, before she went off to that fancy prep school, I was her slave...her sub...and I know where the worst parts are, Hell, ain't it?

A half hour later, and Kathy was a veritable pincushion of clothespins. Six on each ear, two on her nose, one on each of the webbings between her fingers (It had been especially hard to hold onto the rope with one hand while Giselle had placed these clothspins on the other)

Giselle had put a belt of clothespins around Kathy's waist, and three on each of Kathy's inner elbows and behind the knees, which had been mind-bendingly painful.Giselle also placed a "Zipper" of clothespins on Kathy's side. This was a string of 20 clothespins connected by a long rawhide cord. Giselle had a Zipper on each side of Kathy's body, where her arms usually were (as of course the arms were above her head, clutching the rope) and the two Zippers were connected to a keyring, that Giselle kept pulling on gently, and dragging the Zippers off, and then again she'd put them back on Kathy's side. Giselle appeared to be enjoying herself immensely. "Too bad Evelyn's such a baby, or I wouldn't be putting these on."

Kathy's desperation was incredible...but she realized at some point, that Titus would be ineffably proud of her. She tried hard not to make any more noises as Giselle continued her tortures.

LATER

Claudia bent and bit her lip as the three lashes of Miss Pratt's Reminder, a short whip with three leather ox hide thongs knotted with small pieces of zinc and iron up and down each strand thwacked across her tender breasts.

"Oh, please, ma'am..." Claudia was nude and kneeling, her hands behind her head as Miss Pratt had instructed her, and what she was enduring was nothing short of a thorough hiding.

Claudia tried to think of a time that had been worse than this, and all she could come up with was when Miss Pratt had invited two gay street hustlers to whip and torture poor Claudia, and then she'd been forced to fellate them. Finally one had cum in the other's ass, and Claudia had been forced to lick the semen out of the greasy boy's rectum..thankfully this had been before AIDS had hit, but it had been unbelievably horrible.

 "Wake up!" Miss Pratt screamed now, as she lashed Claudia's bare shoulder with the Reminder, laughing as the three pronged strop arose a pink welt near Claudia's neck.

Claudia gritted her teeth against the pain, but it was almost too much. Yet, for the first time in months, she was not worried about her manager, or the demands of her singing career...recording studios, radio ratings, albums and concerts were irrelevant as her skin was ripped off by the cruelty of the Reminder. 

"You-(whack)-think-(whack thwack whack) you're such a big shot, don't you-(thwack whack) Miss Grammy Album girl!" Miss Pratt laughed gleefully and  ran around to Claudia's back and landed the lashes on Claudia's back and buttocks, watching with satisfaction as the pieces of iron and zinc interspersed in the strands ripped Claudia's tender ass cheeks.

 "You'll learn to mistreat your poor Auntie!" Miss Pratt's arm relentlessly fell again and again as the Reminder's lashes scraped old welts up against Claudia's tender skin.

"Oh, Auntie! I do care for you!" Clauda howled as the Reminder hit her particularly harshly just under her full buttocks. "I send you money every month, and gave you five percent of my last album, ma'am!" Oh, the pain!

"But do you call your Auntie when you're on the road?" Miss Pratt tossed down the Reminder and picked up a long, thin piece of Fiberglas, that was actually a fishing rod that had been cut off to mimic a cane.

 Miss Pratt bent the cane, running her tongue across her teeth as she looked at the weeping Claudia with some satisfaction. "Ma'am, it was a hellish tour." Claudia sobbed. "I tried to stay in touch with you, Auntie Pratt...I called you

"Let's see..on the thirteenth of August you were playing in Buffalo, New York." said Miss Pratt, consulting a manifest."At the HSBC Arena...I got no call." Miss Pratt leaned over and whacked Claudia on the side of the hip, but the slave-girl obediently kept her hands on the back of her head.

“Goodness, you are bad…I'm a little tired as Samuel and I just spent half an hour mummifying a naughty little girl…you don't like that torture, as I recall.” Miss Pratt snorted. Clauda remembered the eternal six inch rolls of Ace bandages continuously overlapping her body, the gleaming black eunuch Samuel grinning as he'd pulled them around and around her body that time two years ago. Miss Pratt had ordered her placed horizontally on her back, and she'd been completely covered except for her nose, mouth and breasts, which had been whipped and tortured for several hours. At one point, Miss Pratt had put a piss gag in Claudia's mouth, and had had several other subs pee through it…oh how unpleasant it had been!

Then Miss Pratt had had Claudia turned over, and the wrappings surrounding her buttocks had been loosened. As she'd lay there, bound, her anus had been cleaned by a series of enemas, and her anus thoroughy lubricated with motor oil, the smell of which had turned Claudia's stomach. Then Claudia had felt Samuel's massive fingers working slowly and lightly at her anal opening, inserting one finger, and then as the opening widened, two or three.

As her ears had been mummified, Claudia hadn't been able to hear nothing and see nothing, her only sensation the moving of the fingers. Finally she felt all Samuel's fingers in her anus as well as the heel of his hand. Suddenly the hand withdrew, and then a huge pressure entered Claudia's anus, and she realized it was—oh, God…Samuel's fist, and in and out it had slammed, while she was in her mummified state, for nearly three hours. Fistfucked and mummified…yet her orgasms had been the hardest she'd ever had…her reverie ceased as Miss Pratt's voice cut in again.

 "On the fourteenth, you were in Dayton Ohio, I got one call on my answering machine from the Erwin J. Nutter Center but did you call back?" Miss Pratt motioned for Claudia to bend over and she slashed Claudia's buttocks four times with the Fiberglas rod. "Then on the sixteenth you were in Nashville ...at the Gaylord Entertainment Center...on the seventeenth Oklahoma City...no call"

Miss Pratt sighed. "And you want me to think you are deserving of an orgasm, eh? With all the lack of attention...

ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION TO ME?" Prattsie screamed at Claudia, who was weeping bitterly. WHACK THWACK WHACK! Miss Pratt decorated Claudia's back with a series of red swathes. She threw down the Fiberglas and walked to the wall, where she took down a bullwhip.

"My goodness, isn't this a nice little number. And fear not, Claudia, I was instructed in good bullwhippery by a former circus ringmaster, so you're in luck...I can pace these lashes good--er, well." Miss Pratt smiled as she cracked the monster.

Claudia looked up in fear. "Auntie Pratt, please...I was so busy, appearing, and my bass player got sick...ma'am please...I love and am devoted to you but..."

Miss Pratt cracked the bullwhip, knocking over a lamp. "Get up, Claudia, and bend over that desk." Miss Pratt pointed a red nail at the harsh mahogany desk she kept in the corner of the room. Claudia protested.

"Please, not the bullwhip, I'm so sorry." Miss Pratt swung the whip again. "You know, Harriett Tubman gave her master a hard time, and he hit her with the butt of the whip, which was and is made of iron. Why do you want more grief. Get over the damn desk!"

Sobbing, Claudia arose and tottered to the desk,where she bent over, gritting her teeth as Miss Pratt continued reading from the paper with one hand , as she curled the bullwhip with the other. ", on the nineteenth you called me from Houston....but then no call from your concert in Dallas!"WHACK!

 Claudia felt as if the whip had ripped out the skin on her right thigh.

“Was that so bad, Claudia? Believe me, before I learned to use this thing, I'd swing it, and end up whacking myself on the arms, legs, and on the back of my neck...it was quite troublesome, dear." Miss Pratt swung the whip out experimentally. "Yes, it's much like when I was learning fly fishing...all in the wrist."

 Miss Pratt's voice went on " On the twenty-first, you talked to me for three paltry minutes from San Antonio, where I'm sure you thought you were the big shit." Claudia breathed with relief as the pain went down somewhat in her right thigh. 

"You sent me a T-shirt from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, thank you very much for that rag. I got no calls when you were in Raleigh, North Carolina, Sunrise, Florida, Montreal Ottawa or Philadelphia."

WHACK! Claudia's right butt cheek felt as if it had been stabbed. WHACK! Miss Pratt put the force of her shoulder behind the whip, flicking it right under Claudia's lower buttock.

As the lash met the cleft of her ass, Claudia screamed, and Miss Pratt pulled back the whip, landing it again on her shoulder. “This is marvelous kinetic energy, Claudia. Truly, you bitch too much. Watch out or Auntie will give you something to cry about.”

WHACK WHACK Claudia shrieked in agony.

Miss Pratt continued talking unconcernedly. " One one minute call from Detroit, and no calls from Indianapolis, Moline, St.Paul or Des Moines." WHACK WHACK THWACK "

 A brief call from your show in Denver, your show in  Tacoma, Washington, nothing." Miss Pratt grabbed Claudia's nipple with one hand and twisted it savagely, and Claudia screamed. "Let's see, your concert in Vancouver you gave me one brief call, Sacramento, nothing." Miss Pratt landed a couple of vicious whacks across Claudia's shoulders, "Then when you were in Fresno, I heard nothing."

Claudia awaited further lashes, but none came. "Don't worry...I realize that you don't care much, Claudia...why should I attempt to discipline you when you don't care about me when you are on tour?"

Claudia, scared now, ran to Miss Pratt and fell to her knees, kissing Miss Pratt's feet feverishly. "Please, oh please, ma'am...forgive me! Give me the thrashing I deserve. I couldn't stop thinking of you for a moment, ma'am."

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Giselle was having a difficult time, still, staring at her idol, Claudia O…and Miss Pratt was annoyed. “Look, there's no better time than now for you to learn to focus, Giselle.” Miss Pratt snapped her fingers.

“Get me the big strap-on dildo, dear.” Giselle obeyed, and Miss Pratt took an enormous black rubber cock out of Giselle's hands.

“Bend over, Claudia, and stick your ass out.” Claudia wearily bent down and showed her rear end. “Yeah, spread-em.” Miss Pratt whacked Claudia's legs apart, as Giselle and Debra watched in wonder.

“Now girls, our rear ends were not meant to be fucked, the rectum has no natural lubrication, unlike the vagina, so it's easy to damage the tissue down there if you stick the thing in the wrong way.” Miss Pratt tapped the rubber dildo on Claudia's buttocks and chuckled.

Miss Pratt put on a rubber glove and asked Debra to push Claudia's buttocks apart. Miss Pratt put her finger in Claudia's asshole. “The anus is the tiny opening encircled by two sets of muscles, the external and internal sphincter.”

“Push her cheeks more open, Debra. Ignore her moans, she's lovin' it.” Claudia felt as if she would die of mortification. Miss Pratt pushed her finger into Claudia's anus.

“This opening leads to the anal canal, and then to the rectum. The anal canal has arousal capabilities very much like the clitoris, it swells when sexually excited…and they love the strap-on, no matter what you hear from the slave-girl.”

“Now as you can see, Claudia is good and loose.” Miss Pratt pulled out her finger and made a fist. Giselle and Debra squealed as Miss Pratt shoved her fist into Claudia's rectum, and Claudia burst into tears. “Claudia has been my client for nearly five years, and this is why she lives in DC, no matter what idiot theories People magazine has about her abandoning her residences in California, New York and Biarritz.”

Miss Pratt picked up the cane silently and thwacked it against Claudia's bottom as she knelt face down. “Ain't that right, sweet thing?” Claudia turned up a tear stained face. “I can't be more than five miles from you, Auntie Pratt.”

Miss Pratt smiled. “Now, when I first started seeing Claudia, she had a very tight anus. We couldn't't get that dildo in there at all.” Miss Pratt sighed. “So when she went on her first so-called farewell tour, I instructed her to put a small butt plug in her rectum, and wear it at all times, except when defecating. When she returned from the tour I found that her rectum was bigger, a bit more stretched, and so I put in an even larger butt plug.”

Claudia remembered the plugs, wearing gradually bigger ones over an eighteen month period, feeling it squeezing her cheeks when she was in concert, while songwriting, and in the recording studios. It had been terribly uncomfortable, but the tension had replaced her need to binge and purge, and she'd given up drugs and stopped drinking heavily during this time.

“Finally, darling Claudia has the big, loose butt-hole she has today, and aren't't we proud! Clap girls!” Debra and Giselle clapped uncertainly. “Yes, if I'd stretched it much further, the poor thing would be in Depends when she goes on stage tonight at the Post Pavilion, eh?” Miss Pratt chuckled, as Claudia sobbed in humiliation.

But it had been what she wanted. Claudia had been only cerebrally submissive for the first twenty-four years of her life—and then her band, the Canaries, had done a publicity stunt of hiring a number of roadies from the disadvantaged—welfare fathers, ex-drug addicts, and work-release convicts from the Eastern Correctional Institution in Princess Anne, Maryland

One of these had been an almost useless creature, who called himself Fenton the Felon… a half-breed with thick glasses who refused to move amplifiers or even bring Claudia her guitar. All he seemed to do was smoke pot and read philosophy books.

One day, when he'd brought her coffee, cold, Claudia had reached out to shake him…and she would up over his lap, her miniskirt flipped up, and panties down, as this little pseudo intellectual thing whipped her with a microphone cord! Then he'd turned Claudia over a table and screwed her in the ass, with a surprisingly big dick.

“This is about me cumming, not you..” he'd laughed as he'd thrown her to her knees after the screwing. Claudia had been dazed. She'd noticed that Fenton had not used much force when he'd turned her over his knee, or when he'd bent her across the table—she was actually twice his size, and could have flattened him with a swipe…but she'd been helpless all the same.

“What do you want to do to me now, little lady” grinned the little convict. “Going to send me back to stir as a rapist?” Claudia had looked at the ground “No sir…no, Master.” They'd been together from 1967 through 1976, and then Fenton had moved on…and Claudia had gone back to 2o years of cocaine, anorexia and adoring,worshipful men…

Claudia had run into Fenton at one of her shows at around the turn of the century and dragged him backstage. “Fenton, won't you come back to me?” she begged…”I need your thrashings and ass-fuckings.” Fenton had shook his head, smiling. “My dance card is booked…but perhaps you need the services of Miss Pratt, I'll give you her number.” Claudia had shook her head. “But I need to be ass-fucked too, by a real harsh Master, not a girl!” Fenton had smiled and handed her a torn piece of paper with the most important phone number she'd ever had.

She came back to reality as Miss Pratt was discussing enemas. “I generally give Claudia here a nice enema to make sure she has no crud up there before I start fucking..but I think I may have whipped out the turds this time, ho ho.”

"First, we need lubricant...I like to use Vick's Vapo-Rub...It has a lovely effect on her anus...and if I can find them, I roll the dildo also in hot peppers... but we didn't get to Whole Foods Market this week, so it'll just be the Vapo-Rub."

“Now the first thing you need to do, is put the thing on.” Miss Pratt said as she belted on the huge black dildo. “I never wear this unless I'm fully dressed, as the dildo can damage my pubic area unless I'm dressed. Then I put my gloved finger into Claudia's bottom, pushing it in the anus,rubbing carefully until I feel her sphincter muscle open up a bit, as it were. As I've indicated, I can now get an entire fist in there, but I like to open it up anyway.” The girls giggled, and Claudia hid her face, though her pussy was soaking.

Miss Pratt began slowly pushing the dildo into Claudia's buttocks. Claudia screamed as the vicious heat from Vick's Vapo-Rub infected her anus. “See, now it's all the way in.” Miss Pratt turned gaily at the girls as her hips connected with Claudia's buttocks. Claudia cooperated by raising up her legs so she was crouched on her hands and knees, like a crab. “And now I go in and out, like this!” Miss Pratt grabbed Claudia's thighs and began slamming the dildo in and out, humming a little tune as she went.

Claudia gasped and bit her tongue...she thought of the limosine outside waiting for her...how arrogant she'd be on the phone later, bitching out her agent...and the hordes waiting for her on stage tonight...it was all such a thrill...such a burden! But right now, she was fully occupied with getting what she deserved...for really what Claudia O was was not a diva...but a worthless little slave-girl...indeed! Claudia bent her head and took her ass-fucking in silence, and hoped it wouldn't end for a while...she was finally relaxed.