Lady in Waiting (3)
Was that the time? The lunch bell was ringing. I put down the knife and potato,
stood at attention and waited...and waited, and waited, for about an hour, I
waited. It was a dreadful wait, and I tried to remember everything I had been
told. My anus was clenching around the butt plug and my legs and back was
aching. Eventually they came, and led me away. No apology, me, stumbling all of
the way, half dragged by my long hair into the chamber. Nothing was said, as I
was tied onto the rack, facing the mirror. Checking to see if the bonds were
secure, Matt instructed me to look in the mirror, at myself, as I was being
whipped, as it would "double my pleasure", to see and own my pain. Meanwhile,
Errol had removed the butt plug with a plop, it slid out. Bending over to
inspect the progress, he commented, how he did not think he would give anybody
permission, until his arsehole was perfect for fucking. Matt agreed, having
taken a look himself. I felt dirty and cheap and nasty. I was on display like
some... some kind of animal. I was warned to brace myself, as a ball gag was
placed into my mouth. Matt was tugging on my hair, forcing me to watch my face
contort with pain, and my body writhe, within the bounds of my bonds, in the
mirror.
The lashes rained down upon my porcelain skin, everywhere, Errol aimed the whip
everywhere, and he even whipped my tender anus, which brought tears to my eyes.
Eventually the whipping was done; I was released from my bonds and bent over my
stool. Matt and Errol caressed my welts. Some skin had been broken. Matt threw
some liquid, which really stung, over my back. Once again I was writhing in
agony, Matt was mumbling what a good little cunt I had been, almost tenderly
fingering the welts as he watched me intently. Due to my writhing, Errol was
able to slip the butt plug back into my anus, this must have amused him, as he
pulled the plug in and out violently, the ridges tearing me, the length invading
me. Snot was running from my nose, I was grunting and pleading inwardly, for
him to cease. The ball gag was removed and replaced by Matt's stiff member,
pulling my head up by my hair, and shoving it back over his cock; I thought he
was going to choke me. This went on for about two minutes, before he shot his
load down my gullet, his hands keeping my mouth on his cock until I milked it
dry. While the butt plug had me cumming, in both agony and ecstasy.
I was given a mop and a bucket, for cleaning duties. "When you see either me,
or Errol, at anytime, anywhere, you are to drop to your knees, keeping your head
down, you must ask; what is your desire, Master? And we may or may not ignore
you, but you are not to rise until you have been told." Errol quipped "when you
see me, you must prostrate yourself onto your elbows, so that I might inspect my
arse", and to accentuate his point he pinched my welts and pulled and pushed on
the plug. "But first," he said as he pushed me onto my knees, once again, " I
am gonna fuck your cunt", with a grunt, he was in my pussy, pushing and shoving
wildly, as he shot his load, he pulled my face round, by my hair, and spat in
it. I heard Matt say something about shaving me later. I walked around in a
daze for hours after lashes-at-lunch. I was no longer my own being, I had lost
myself somewhere along the line, I frowned. When did that happen?
