Under Control

The journey was very bumpy and every small hole on the road or pothole hurt. I figured I had been in the back of the truck for at least two hours. My wrists and ankles were raw from the cuffs rubbing, my chest and knees felt bruised and ached constantly. The heat inside the cage was intense; I was sweating and sticky due to it. My throat dry, I couldn’t ask for relief even if I wanted to. The girls, I hadn’t accepted my fate yet, had ignored me completely since they started driving. I had heard a few words of their conversation, none of which seemed pleasant. They had mentioned a party in about a weeks’ time and one of them had mentioned milking but I had no idea what that meant. The last thing I heard, before they turned the radio on, was my punishment involving the bull whip I had bought five days ago. I was not enjoying the drive, but it was nothing compared to the fear I felt about the rest of my life.

The car stopped and the engine was turned off. Doors opened and closed and I heard the tailgate being lowered. My cage was picked up and carried into a dark room, the blanket was removed once the door to the room had been shut and locked. A light was flicked on and I could see I was in an old barn.

This used to belong to my granddad before he died. So did the stables and other buildings around the farm. For the last year, I’ve been doing it up with the thought of selling it. However, after Mistress B and K here told me about you I thought of a better idea. We’re going to sell you to the highest bidder. That bidder will become your owner for two days and will live at this farm. We of course will also stay from time to time to get our kicks for hurting and teasing you, and to help your owners with their plans. But don’t worry about that now, Bitch, because you are owed two punishments. Shall we get started? Said Jessica.

The cuffs holding my wrists and ankles were released and taken off me. Next rope was pushed through the bars to tie my wrists back together. More rope was used to tie my elbows together. I moaned loudly as this was done; a few days earlier they had left a gap between my elbows, but this time Beth made sure they were touching.

Listen to him. He thinks he is feeling pain. If he thinks this is painful wait till the punishments start, Beth said with a laugh.

Next my ankles were tied together, not as tight as previously, but secure enough that I wouldn’t be able to get free. The cage was unlocked and I was pulled out. For the first time in days, my legs were straightened and it hurt a lot. I saw Katherine pick up a long piece of rope and through it over a large wooden beam in the middle of the barn. She bent over me and tied one end of the rope to my wrists then she and Jessica started to pull down on the other end, slowly pulling me up. They kept pulling until I was standing bent over at the waist. The rope was tied off to the wall and I was left semi suspended. Beth untied my ankles and with the help of Jessica tied each ankle to hooks in the ground. My legs were wide apart, approximately foot feet between them. My arms ached even more now from the tension on the rope. A small clip on the end of a piece of string was clipped onto the back of my head harness. The string was tied taught to the rope around me elbows, pulling my head back and forcing me to look straight ahead. Finally, Jessica grabbed a last piece of rope and tied a slipknot around my neck. She tied through the rope over the beam, pulled it taught, and tied it in the same place as the rope holding my arms.

Beth walked around to the front of me, running her fingers from my bum around my waist and up my chest to my face. She slapped me on each cheek, and then stood in front of me. In her right hand was my bull whip. It was easily ten foot long with the last foot being split into separate strands.

For cuming without permission you will receive ten whips, Bitch. You are to count out the strokes. Failure to do so will result in the punishment starting over. For writing your own rules without permission, you will receive three whips for every rule you wrote. You wrote seven rules so you will receive twenty-one whips. Again, you will count out the strokes.

How the hell can I withstand thirty-one whips? Shit, shit, shit! I had started to panic and was trying to get free. I started moaning and swaying side to side. Beth slapped my face;

If you want more whips then, by all means, continue moving and moaning. The only sound I want to hear from you is counting!

She walked around the back of me and I could hear her moving the whip around on the ground. Jessica bent down next to my ear and whispered,

I look forward to getting my hands on that whip. I’ve done a lot of horse riding in my life and know how to curve the whip just right to land on the dick of yours. Now be a good bitch and forget to count when we start so I can have more fun.

I was really scared now but knew I was about to be in a lot of pain. I tensed my muscles and waited.

CRACK! The whip landed on my upper right arm and stung like mad. One. CRACK! This time my chest was struck. It knocked my breath out but I managed to say; Two. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! My arms were now shaking slightly and my breathing was heavy. I had tears forming in my eyes and I wondered how they thought I could survive so many whips. Each time the whip struck I mumbled out the count.

Ten...Eleven...Twelve. My whole body was sore, the whip had caught me on the mouth at one point and I could taste blood as it seeped out of a cut. Other parts of my body were cut as well, I was sure, and each time the whip fell across my body I moaned loudly and wished for freedom.

Soon I was saying twenty-four...twenty-five...twenty-six. True to her word, Jessica had landed three strikes to my dick. The first two stung when the whip struck, but the third strike hit the tip of my dick. As soon as I was hit, my legs gave way and I slumped slightly, held up by my arms and the rope round my neck. I moaned louder than I had before tears streaming down my face. I was hyperventilating and had gone dizzy. Strikes to my arse made me stand up again, although I continued to moan and cry. Twenty-seven...Twenty-eight. The last three strikes from the bull whip landed on my arse. When finished the ropes holding my ankles were undone. My arms were lowered but kept tied behind me. I collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up anymore, exhausted from my punishments. The girls dragged me across the barn and dumped me into a larger cage than before. Leaving me there the last thing I heard before drifting off to sleep was;

Sleep tight bitch, tomorrow we begin your training.

The cold metal under my body, my arms twisted under and behind my body and my empty stomach made the waking up nearly unbearable. When I tried to move sharp pain flooded my body; I remembered the thirty odd whips I had received the night before.  I felt groggy and sick from the lack of sleep and pain. I could not remember the last few whips or getting into the cage that was my bed. Resting my head against the bars, I took a deep breath and tried to look around. The cage I lay uncomfortable in was in a stall of some sort. Wooden walls surrounded me, leaving about six foot from each side of the cage to the walls. The cage was big enough for me to sit up in, and was pushed into a corner. Straw lay on most of the ground. My legs were still untied and the cage door open, but I was in no condition to try and escape. It also crossed my mind that if caught whilst trying to escape I would likely be punished with more whips across my body and I knew I could not withstand more any time soon. I looked down over my body and winced at the sight. I knew I had bled the night before and the whip had struck my dick several times but I could see two tears on the swimming costume covering my dick. There was blood staining the costume and I had two large welts on the end of my dick. Instantly I started feeling a throbbing pain down there and looked away hoping to ease it, unfortunately it didn’t. I was needing the toilet after a short while so decided to try and slide towards the opening. As I did I noticed Jessica was watching me. I stopped and watched her, but as she did nothing I decided to carry on. It was very painful but I managed to get out of the cage and sit with my back against the wooden wall. Jessica walked over and pulled me forwards. She bent over me and with a knife, cut the ropes holding my arms behind my back. The fell limply to the floor and I tried to say thank you.  I think Jessica understood as she said

Good boy. Now put your hands out in front.

I did so, knowing to refuse would be painful, and she attached a pair of handcuffs to my wrists. There was a small chain separating my wrists that was fed through the front ring of my collar.

Now if you behave yourself when I lead you outside to do your business I’ll let you eat when you eat some decent food when you come back in. If not then I will make you eat your own cum again; she said to me.

Leading me with a dog lead attached to my collar I crawled on my hands and knees out of the stall. The chain attached to my handcuffs was just long enough to allow me to crawl but allowed no extra room to do anything else. The ground was cold and hard, every movement hurt but Jessica did not rush me, and I was very grateful. I crawled along a corridor for twenty foot then I was taken outside. This was the first time I had had a chance to see outside. The main building that I was in appeared to be a sort of barn conversion. I was in a field to the side of the building and was ordered to stop where I was. The lead was attached to a metal hook in the ground; then Jessica took out a knife. For a moment, I was scared, and then she cut the costume off me. As she pulled it away, the butt plug that had been in my arse since the start of my ordeal fell out as I moaned. Due to everything that had happened to me since the girls had first tied me up, through my transport and my punishment my arse had felt full. If I had sat down then I probably would have remembered that the plug was there, but it was weird as it felt like a part of me had just fallen out. I knew my mistresses had no idea it was up there and I dreaded what would happen next. Slightly confusingly, Jessica picked it up between her forefinger and thumb and walked away saying nothing. I was left for a moment completely naked standing on my hands and knees in the middle of a field. I was shaking from the cold and although it was sunny, I couldn’t stop myself. This was the first time I had a chance to see my skin in nearly a week. My body was covered in short red and purple lines from the whipping. There were a few cuts over my stomach and one on my leg. I wasn’t very built up, I had a slim frame weighing just nine stone ten. I had no hair on my chest or back, but had a happy trail leading to my pubes. My dick was small now due to the cold weather. My mouth ached constantly and felt very dry. The gag was still in my mouth and had been since the start. Jessica was now walking back towards me, and when close by said,

You had better do your business Bitch. I’m not letting you outside again until tomorrow and I don’t want any mess inside or else you’ll be cleaning it up with your mouth. Understand?

I simply stared at her then nodded slightly.

I looked down at the ground and concentrated; within a minute or so hot yellow piss sprayed onto the grass underneath me. When I finished Jessica untied my lead and walked me back inside.