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That was the beginning of what I think of as my “dirty bondage years”. I was so depressed and down on myself that I wanted pain and humiliation to pay for messing things up with John. Looking back I realize that I was rationalizing a way to enjoy bondage without guilt. I was a pretty screwed up girl in those days.
Mary tortured me all evening.
She whipped my breasts until they were horribly sore. Even though I started out wanting the pain, I soon changed my mind. Mary didn’t care. She worked my poor boobs over with a variety of whips until she was soaked with sweat and I was screaming in real pain. She stopped whipping me only long enough to put a very large and efficient gag in my mouth. I still screamed but it sounded like a tiny kitten mewing.
Mary is a sadist, even after all these years we are still friends, but a few hours into that first evening I hated her. She gave absolutely no consideration to my pain, paid no attention to my pleadings. She just whipped me and whipped me until all thought of sex was out of my mind. Somehow she knew when I passed over that line from enjoyment to real pain and fear, then she brought me back.
She worked up a good sweat and took off her clothes piece by piece until she was only in her panties. Her breasts jiggled and flopped around as she plied the whip but I didn’t care. I hung in my bonds praying for the evening to be over. After two solid hours she stopped. I hoped she was going to release me, but she was only taking a break. She vanished for a moment then returned carrying a glass of water. She looked at my body as she sipped.
“You’ve got a good start on a nice set of stripes,” she told me. “Nothing permanent, but I don’t think you’ll be parading around the pool in a bikini for a few days.”
I begged her to release me and she understood my mumbles even through that awful gag.
“We aren’t finished,” she said. “Not by a long shot. Since this session is free I get to set the rules, and I’m in a bitchy mood.”
She stepped close and pinched my nipple. “Its nice to have a real slave for a change,” she said. “Instead of some pathetic businessman who is only play acting.” She bit my nipple hard. Her teeth were sharp. I was soon shrieking in my gag.
“I’ll give you a drink,” she said. “But only if you make no sound when I remove your gag.
I nodded frantically.
“I mean it,” she warned. “One peep out of you and I’ll put a spike gag in your mouth and whip you till the sun comes up.” She held up the most horrid gag I’ve ever seen. It was a thick rubber gag with short metal spikes. The points were dull, not sharp enough to cause damage to someone’s mouth but they would have hurt horribly. I nodded obediently.
The water tasted wonderful. I drank the entire glass and she gave me another.
“You’re using up a lot of energy,” she told me. “And I don’t want you getting sick from dehydration.”
She replaced my gag and went to work on my nipples with pincers, her fingernails and her teeth. My breasts seemed to be the center of all pain in the universe. The whipping had been mild compared to this. My nipples were white hot points of pain.
Mary talked while she tormented me. She told me of a woman slave whose nipples had been pierced with red hot needles and fish hooks. (Remember, this was a long time ago, before body piercing came into fashion). I had never imagined such a thing and the idea horrified me. Mary talked of how the woman’s master had paid Mary to torture the woman in front of an audience at a bondage party with special emphasis on the slave’s breasts. Mary had attached electrodes to the slaves nipples and jolted her with electricity in increasing voltage until the woman had fainted.
“How about you? Would you like a few zaps of electricity through your nipples?” she taunted me.
I shook my head wildly.
Mary smiled knowingly. “Someday you’ll beg me to do it.”
Even as I shook my head again I knew she was right. I saw myself on a cross in front of people, jerking uncontrollably as electricity poured through my body. I imagined their cocks hardening and pussies getting damp as they watched my agony.
In an instant my pain was sexual again. My pussy tingled and became very wet.
Mary laughed with delight when she saw that look in my eyes.
“We’re having fun now!” she shouted.
Mary kept me on the rack until ten o’clock. Then she strapped me to an x cross. She kept me on the cross for over four hours. If I had to pee, she held a hospital bedpan between my legs. She took it away and returned with a damp wash cloth and washed my pussy. I had no qualms- about peeing in front of her. I no longer had any right to privacy, I was a slave.
Between physical tortures Mary rested in a large over stuffed chair. She removed my gag and questioned me. It was like a third degree interrogation. She made me open my soul and tell her every dark little secret.
“What is the nastiest thing you have ever imagined?” she asked. I hesitated, until she picked up the whip.
“Being tied up with my mother,” I blurted out.
“Oooh. Naughty,” she cooed. “You want to be tied to your mom?”
“No, not that,” I said. “I mean being tied up beside her and both of us forced to have sex with other people.”
“Ah ha, no incest with Mom then?”
“God no!” I gasped.
She smiled wryly. “All right, tell me your fantasy.”
“Well, it’s a warm summer morning on the farm,” I said. “I have been tying myself up on the lawn while Mom watched. I’m wearing shorts and a tee shirt and Mom is wearing a blouse and skirt. We’re sitting under the shade trees when a troop of boy scouts comes along. They are on a cross country hike and they are walking along the creek that runs through our property. They stop and ask for a drink of water. While they are relaxing the scoutmaster sees my ropes on the grass and asks what they are for. Mom tells them that I was tying myself up.
“Knots are important to boy scouts, they have to earn merit badges in knots and rope work so they want to know what kinds of knots I use. I put on a little demonstration and tied myself in front of them. They are unimpressed when I untie myself and a big discussion gets under way about whether any girl could escape after being tied by a scout who had earned his knot tying badge.
“Mom suggests that they tie me up and find out once and for all. She tells them about my contests with Bobby. They all want to be the one to tie me and a big argument starts as to who should do it. Mom suggests that each boy take a turn. She proposes the same rules that Bobby and I had. Each boy has ten minutes to tie me and I have twenty minutes to get loose.
“The scouts draw straws to see who goes first. The first boy ties me in a hog tie. He does a pretty good job and it takes quite an effort but I manage to get loose in under twenty minutes.
“Each boy scout takes a turn tying me and the scout master critiques each effort. They crowd around me as each knot is discussed. I listen to a lot of talk about sheep shanks and half hitches and so forth but I don’t mind. Sometimes I get free but a few boys are good at knot tying and I can’t get loose and have to admit defeat.
“Naturally I am turned on by the bondage. My nipples are hard and poking through my shirt. Mom seems to be getting excited too because she suggests a modification to the contest. She tells the scouts that I am getting loose too easily and that they don’t have enough motivation so she suggests that every time I can’t get loose on time they would get to remove an article of my clothing. The boys like that idea but the scout master points out that I’m not wearing much and I would be naked after three failed escapes.(He was counting my shirt, shorts and panties. Shoes and socks don’t count).
“ ‘That’s all right’ Mom tells him. ‘So if you manage to get my daughter naked then you can start undressing me.’ ”
“ ‘What happens after we get you both naked?” one of the boys asked..
“ ‘Then you can tie me up too and do anything you want to us.’ ”
“Well, the boy scouts were motivated after that. They started over and really applied themselves to tying me up. And I was motivated not to escape. Oh, I struggled and huffed and puffed, but the last thing I wanted was to keep my clothes on.
“The next scout to tie me up really applied himself. He tied me into one of the strictest and sexiest hog ties I’d ever experienced. I loved it and getting loose was impossible. They untied me and I stood submissively while he pulled my shirt over my head. The boys all admired my breasts. Their hands were all over me, squeezing and pinching my breasts. The scout master had to order the boys to get back to the contest.
“My shorts came off when I failed to get loose from the second boy and my panties after the third. There were bulges in the pants of every boy scout when contestant number three untied my legs and slid my panties off. Since my legs were free, I opened my knees and just lay there. The boys went silent as they stared at my pussy. Once again the scout master had to remind them that they were involved in a contest.
“I failed to get free from number four so Mom stood up and allowed him to unbutton her blouse. Number five did a good job and I genuinely could not have escaped him even if I’d wanted to. He was a naughty little boy with red hair and freckles. We expected him to take off mom’s bra but he lifted her skirt and ordered her to hold it up while he took her panties off. Mom giggled and stepped out of them, then keeping her skirt up she turned slowly so everyone could look at her pussy.
“I could have gotten loose from the tie that boy scout number six did, but I pretended that I couldn’t so he got to take off Mom’s bra. The boys are getting bolder and he squeezed Mom’s breasts. When she didn’t object, the others wanted a turn. The scout master allowed each one to play with Mom’s breasts for a minute then we resumed the contest.
“I didn’t like the looks of number seven so I really tried to get loose, Unfortunately he was good and I couldn’t untie myself, so he was the one to remove Mom’s skirt.
“When Mom was naked, the boys tied her up. She giggled as they tied her into a strict hog tie.
“The scouts discussed what they should do to us. Some wanted to fuck us, others wanted to make us suck their cocks. Mom and I lay in our bonds and tried not to laugh as the boys sat in a circle trying to decide. The scout master finally called for a show of hands and the majority voted to screw us.
“The boys cut some pegs from tree limbs and hammered then into the lawn, then tied us on our back with our arms and legs apart. Then they drew straws again to see who got to go first.
“Mom and I lay side by side on the soft grass while twenty teen aged boys and their scout master took turns fucking us. The boys were sweet and caring and very randy. As soon as one got off of me or Mom he would run over and get in the other line.
“It was noon when the boys finally ran out of steam (and I swear each one must have taken three or four turns) they wandered down to the creek and washed up. They left us tied to the pegs.
“The scout master decided to camp by the stream that night and ordered the boys to pitch their tents. Mom and I craned our heads to watch twenty naked boys setting up tents and starting fires and such.
“They cooked lunch and brought us some. They offered to untie us so we could eat but Mom nobly told them that a deal was a deal and they had every right to keep us tied, so they tied us kneeling to a couple of small trees and fed us.
“After lunch Mom turned to me and said: ‘I hope they don’t realize that being on our knees puts us in perfect position to suck their cocks’.”
“ ‘Don’t put ideas in their heads,’ I told her. ‘Or we’ll spend all afternoon with their cocks in our mouths’.”
“Unfortunately we spoke too loudly and the boys heard us. There was a mad rush and suddenly twenty hard cocks were at our faces. There was so much jostling and shoving that the scoutmaster had to step in and tell the boys to line up and take turns. Within twenty minutes Mom’s face and chest were spattered with cum. So was mine.
“After the boys had spurted into our mouths, and several took seconds, they were tired and wandered away. Some went swimming in the creek, a couple took naps, while others explored our farm. A few went into the barn, and Mom gave me a knowing look.
“ ‘I bet I know what’s going to happen to us if they discover your rack in the loft,’ she said’.”
“Sure enough, they discovered it and called the other scouts in to see it. They were inside for quite a while, then trooped out and asked us what it was for.
“ ‘We use it to torture ourselves,’ I told them. ‘When we don’t have any visitors’.”
“They wanted to see it work so they untied us and marched us into the barn. Mom got to go first and the scouts watched in fascination as she tied herself to the device. She had them remove the sickle blade, explaining that with them there she didn’t have to worry about cutting herself loose.
“The boys gasped when Mom pushed the weight off the plank. Their cocks all sprung erect when her body jerked taut on the plank. Mom came instantly and screamed with delight. She told me later that having the boys watch was a double turn on for her.
“When Mom and the plank stopped bouncing around the scouts crowded round her. She turned her head and captured the nearest cock in her mouth. She sucked the first boy into spurting in just a few minutes and his place was quickly taken by another. I thought that I was going to have to wait until Mom sucked every one of them before I got a turn on the rack. I cleared my voice a few times and finally had to damn near shout to get their attention.
“ ‘Why don’t you give my mother a rest?’ I suggested, ‘And let me get on the rack’.”
“They scrambled to untie Mom and led her to a pile of straw, where she plopped down tiredly. ‘I’m all right,’ she laughed. ‘My daughter just wants some attention and a chance to be tortured while you watch’.” Mom always seems to know what I’m thinking.
“The scouts hauled the weight up and I asked them to add some more metal. I wanted it to be heavier. I climbed onto the rack, put my pussy rope in place, tied my ankles to the end and slipped my wrists through the noose. The weight was the heaviest I’d ever used and it snapped my body so hard that I was certain that I’d dislocated both shoulders. The pain was terrific and the sexy thrill was incredible! I had two or three fantastic orgasms while the weight bounced on the end of the rope. The only problem was that the weight was so heavy that it didn’t bounce very long. It settled to rest too quickly.
“When I finally stopped screaming and opened my eyes several scouts were masturbating wildly, and they spurted on my face and body. I enjoyed that and was lying dreamily when one of the scouts asked about my pussy rope and the second weight.
“My hands were numb and I couldn’t manage to push the weight off so I asked them to do it for me. I came again when the rope snapped tight between my pussy lips and that set off another round of masturbation by the scouts.
“Mom and I took turns on the rack all afternoon.
“In the evening they tied us between the pegs and fucked us. In the rare moments that neither of us had a boy scout on top of our body, Mom marveled at the stamina of teen aged boys.
“‘Maybe you should hire a few as farm hands,’ I suggested.
“ ‘Trouble is, they’d never get any work done,” she said. ‘They would spend all their time tying me up’.”
“ ‘Worth every penny you paid them’,” I told her.
“After dark the scouts sat around the fire singing songs and telling ghost stories until midnight. From time to time a boy would walk over to us and put his cock into Mom’s mouth or mine, or slide it into a pussy.
“In the morning the scouts fed us breakfast then tied us bent over the rail of a wooden fence. They tied our legs wide apart and lined up to screw us. After each had fucked us (once again sone took more than one turn) they untied us from the fence and took us back to the shade tree. They tied us into terrific hog ties. Every scout participated. One tied our wrists, another our ankles, and so on. Even when we were completely tied, they added rope until we were practically cocooned in rope. Then they broke camp, cleaned up the area and marched away.
“We were so completely tied up that I wondered if we would ever got loose. It took me several hours to free myself. Mom isn’t very good at untying herself so she waited patiently in her bonds until I was able to free us both.”
Mary was sprawled in the chair when I finished talking. Her panties were off and she was playing with her pussy.
“That was an interesting fantasy,” she said. “You have a wicked imagination. As perverse as I am, I never imagined sex with my mother. Is your Mom into bondage?”
I nodded.
“Tell me,” Mary demanded.
I told her about my home made bondage devices and how I’d discovered my mother tying herself to them. I recounted how Mom and I had tied our selves to t
he gateposts on hot summer nights, how Mom had released me from the loft hoist and never commented on finding me hanging by my wrists naked.
“Does she like to be whipped?” Mary asked.
“I don’t know,” I whispered. “She’s never mentioned it.”
“I think I’d like to meet your mother,” Mary mused.
I had a sudden vision of Mom beside me on a cross, her body covered with pink whip marks. To my shame, my pussy tingled at the idea.
Ch 9
Mary tortured me until two in the morning. The torments didn’t vary much. She alternated between whipping me and biting my nipples. Toward the end she let me cum.
I was screaming in pain as her fingernails pinched my nipples when without warning she touched my pussy. I felt her palm against my crotch. It was warm and felt wonderful and suddenly her fingers slipped inside me. I came in an instant!
Mary can be very cruel and she kept the pain going in my nipple while her other hand invaded my pussy. When I started to wind down after the orgasm she didn’t stop. She kept her fingers inside me, wiggling them around and pressed her thumb against my clitoris. The sweet orgasm turned to pain as she tormented my ultra sensitive pussy.
I nearly fainted and came to my senses when I felt Mary untying my ankles. She lifted my legs up and apart and tied them to the same hooks that my wrists were secured to. I had never felt so open and vulnerable.
Mary strapped a dildo on and stood in front of me. The thing was enormous. She stepped close and slid it inside me. I came instantly. Mary leaned against my body, pressing her breasts against mine and fucked me. She pinched my breasts again, which were so tender that every touch was agony. And she talked to me.
“You like this you little slut, don’t you?” she hissed.
“Yes mistress,” I gasped.
“What could make it better for you?” she asked.
I didn’t understand. I looked at her blankly.
“What is the one thing that could increase your delight at being fucked on a cross?” Mary asked me tauntingly.
“I, I don’t know.”
“Oh, but I do,” she said.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Having your mother watch you,” Mary said wickedly.
“Oh my God!” I gasped.
“But that’s not all,” Mary said. “Some day I’ll force your mother to fuck you.”
I stared at her in astonishment. “She would never do that,” I said. “She isn’t dominant.”
“I will enslave her,” Mary said. “I’ll drive out to that farm and kidnap her. I’ll strip her naked, tie her up and drive back with her in the trunk of my car.
“When I get here I’ll strap her arms tightly behind her back and lock her into a dildo harness. Then I’ll clamp electrical contacts to her nipples and yours. I’ll force her against you and when the clamps on your breasts touch you’ll both get a jolt of electricity. Then I’ll make her put the dildo up your pussy. I’ll buckle a strap around your waists so she can’t pull away, then I’ll whip her until she fucks you silly.
That did it!
I came so hard that I fainted.
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