To:   bdsmlibrary.com/story

Author:       Cyrus Coe

Fan E-mail address:     Publixman@aol.com

Story title:     “The Three Bares”

                          (A fantasy)

                    In three installments

Suggested category:    S & M (Erotic flagallelation)

                       A deliciously accelerating prurient

voyage with two latent sadomasochists.

They convert private fantasy to reality 

uncontrollably exposing their zealously

protected, unorthodox sensual lust when  

it is dramatically elicited by the whip.              

      

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     THE THREE BARES   

                                                  (A fantasy?)

                                           In three installments 

                                                    

                                                 By Cyrus Coe

                                                                               

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

The ad read:   Female model wanted to assist in examining the sensual

experience of pleasure, pain and desired expiation by flagallelation.  Must

be attractive; prefer mid-twenties to mid-thirties, unattached.  Hourly rate

$120 plus pro rata.  Call Mr. Coe, 555-5555 for interview.  I’d received

several calls.  Due to the nature of the ad, I had to be cautious because of

Do-gooder law enforcement types who would interpret it as some sort of

sadistic venture instead of legitimate, voluntary sensual enhancement.

Of the six or so respondents, I replied to two.  I asked each to meet me at

an outdoor place to authenticate their interest, outline the procedure and

wages.  Both seemed fairly suitable.  Each was attractive, had long hair,

a nice figure and wasn’t a trap.  I took their names, numbers, some

superficial background information and told them I would call them if

and when they were accepted to participate.  The one I chose was Jen. 

She was thirty-four, divorced, childless, slim, well-built and had a pretty, 

face.  Her lips were thick, painted deep red and pouty; her eyes were wide,

deep set and curious.  She was neatly groomed looking like she could

be cast as a librarian in a modern movie.  Her countenance reflected a

provocative “why do you want to play with me” look.  She said she worked

as a dentist’s receptionist for eight years, had gone to but not finished

college.  She told me she was married for six years and divorced for two. 

Her divorce explanation was an absence if any sexual gratification of any

kind for either of them.  She explained that in her sexual relationship she

felt there had to be “more,” but couldn’t define what more was except to

say what she had was not what she wanted.  She had dated occasionally,

but none portended the kind of unexplained stimulation she sought. 

I asked her why the ad interested her, particularly the flagallelation part. 

She said she wasn’t sure, but expressed interest in finding different ways

to see if she could improve her sexuality without commitment.  She told

me that she surfed a lot of Internet sites and had seen a lot of women who

really seemed to be “getting off” being flogged and tortured. 

“I got kinda interested, but I didn’t know how to go about doing it.  You

can advertise on some quirky sites,” she said, “but I was afraid to

do that.” 

I explained that flagallelation, i. e., erotic whipping would be our

primary method, but we might explore other mutually agreed upon

techniques during the exercises; that her desires would be the primary

determinant.  She said she thought she’d like to “try it.”  I said I’d give

her the details and answer her questions during our first session.  

“How long will that take?” she asked

“Probably not more than two hours,” I said. 

I gave her the address, phone, and other particulars, dress, etc.

“So, I’ll see you on Saturday?” 

“I’ll be there at three,” she said, smiling.         

Saturday afternoon.  Session 1. 

At about two-fifty p. m., she knocked on my door.  We sat in my office

and small-talked about each other a bit and the sometimes misunderstood

aspects of flagallelation.  I pointed out how being whipped erotically

could be an incredibly pleasurable sexual experience.  Not only was the

experience of being naked, tied and “punished” for things she might had

always assumed  were “right”--sexual denial, rejection, fabrications, pretense,

diffidence, vanity, but found out later were “wrong,” whipping punishment

usually modified those beliefs.  I talked about the profound intimacy of

secretly being naked, restrained and voluntarily being sexually whipped

privately allowing total emotional release could produce excruciatingly

pleasurable sensations as good, or better than “forced,”obligatory sexual

responses.  I told her there was only a fine line between pleasure and pain

and if skillfully crossed, one could produce ecstatic results from the other. 

Thus, “sexual” whipping (whipping for mutual pleasure and masochism)

could produce orgasms more intense than might ever be experienced

during intercourse when shared cooperatively.  She asked how we

would do it.   I told her first, we both would have to strip to become

comfortable being naked with each other doing things as though we

were dressed.  That was important, because it would allow mutual trust

and likely produce “better”outcomes during and after the exercises. 

Also, she’d likely feel more at ease with us both naked or me being mostly

nude while she was being whipped completely naked.  I said at some  

time, she might have to be lightly gagged to muffle any disturbing

outcries.  She said that would be “Ok.”  I told her I didn’t think that would

happen once she experienced the diverse pleasure of being a “bottom.”

I told her she would be paid in cash after each session.  I again asked her 

if she was sure she wanted to try it and if there were any conditions I

outlined she couldn’t agree to.  She said she “couldn’t think of any.”   

“Good, I said, shall we get started?

“Ok,” she replied.  “What do we do first?”  

“Let’s take off our clothes, slowly, just a few things at a time for our

mutual comfort when we’re naked.”  We both started to take off our

clothes.  In her bra and panties she revealed a very attractive, curvaceous,

firm body.  I told her she could leave her bra and panties on until we

finished talking and I would retain my shorts until we got started.  We

talked a little while longer--she curious about the pain and how a whip

could make her “feel good?”  I told her that whipping was just one of many

latent sexual experiences most women fantasized about, but would never

admit to, let alone try; that submission  was but one kind of many different

kinds of highly gratifying means of sexual stimulation.  Then, saying

nothing, she stood up and slowly took off her panties and bra laying them

on the couch.  I did the same standing up and slipping off my shorts.  Again,

we sat down on the couch, this time both completely naked.  She was

about five feet, six inches tall, with a very nice figure that seemed

“unabused.”  I tried to control a sudden abdominal tremor I felt seeing her

naked and forced myself to breathe evenly.  We got up from the couch

and I led her to the back bedroom.  On the way, we small-talked about 

sexual things and what she might expect.  She told me she hadn’t ever

done anything like this before.  I said we’d both figure out a lot of things

as we went along.  In the bedroom, I began acting out some things we

would do, our respective positions and such..  I thought that might put

her at ease and answer some questions I felt she might have.  Then I

showed her the bedroom wall where she would be restrained and get

her first whipping.  We sat on the bed.  I said, she would face the wall 

with her wrists bound above her to fasteners in the closet.  Her ankles 

would be tied to the board lying on the floor to keep her legs spread

and away from the wall.  I explained that was so I could wrap the whips

all the way around her legs and body  periodically to help provoke her

sexual fantasies.  To allow me complete access to her entire body, I 

said she would be in what is known as the “X-position.”  I got up and

went to a dresser drawer and took out some pre-cut clothes line lengths

to tie her hands and legs, and the “whips” I would be using.  I showed

her the whips and told her what each one would feel like.  She asked

me how I knew that.  I told her that I made them and tried them on myself. 

Also, I told her I could control their intensity based on her responses. 

There were five different homemade flagella.  One, the lightest, was made

of clothesline fashioned like a Cat-o-nine-tails that would be more sexually

provocative than painful.  That would be the one we’d use first.  Also,

that one would also help her get used to the sensual aspects of being

whipped all over while naked and probably help her resolve inhibitions. 

There were three leather belts, each one slightly thicker to intensify pain

and, eventually, pleasurable feelings.  The last was a lamp cord, fashioned

like a whip that could inflict a severe sting  equivalent to a professionally

made whip.  While naked, to further relax her with what was to come,

I stood up and animatedly showed her how she first would be tied up.

Then I pantomimed her wall position and how she’d be whipped. 

Up till now, she seemed clinically unemotional.  However, she had begun

to fidgit, breathing a bit faster and nervously crossing and uncrossing

her legs several times indicating budding excitement. 

“I’ll begin very slowly so you can fantasize your erotic ideas of what

you thought it might be like it’s like to be a naked women, helplessly

bound and whipped.  First, I’ll  whip your back, then your legs and arms

once in a while, and after some more lashes and you’re liking it, maybe

we’ll go to some frontal whipping.  Of course, we’ll have to turn you

around and tie you so we’ll be facing each other.”   

“That’ll be Ok--if…I’m liking it,” she said.

“Don’t worry, if you are able to let your anxieties about it go and

want an egocentrically gratifying sexual adventure, you will be. Relax 

and fantasize while we’re getting into it and this could be the greatest 

sexual experience you’ve ever had!”

“That wouldn’t be hard,” she replied cynically. “What’s egocentric

mean?”  

“You, concentrating hard on what you’ll be getting out of it,” I said.

“During the whipping, I’ll be talking and whispering to you asking

you a bunch of sexy questions about what you’re feeling, how you want

me to do it--you know, things like ‘harder,’ ‘slower,’  faster.’  I’d like

you to talk as much as you want and say whatever you’re thinking about

during the whipping--how it feels, how you like it, things like that. When

we’re we’re facing each other, I’ll probably start by lashing your abdomen,

your legs and ankles, in other words, just like I was doing with your

back to me.  When you begin getting a good sexual feeling, without

stopping the lashes, I might kiss you in sensitive areas to help make

the sensual feeling better and come faster.  When the feeling really

gets good, I said, “I may finger you a little bit while still whipping you

to try to intensify the combined pleasure and pain.” 

“Now, I’m really curious,” she said with a serious look. “Do you think

that’s really going to happen?” 

“I think so--if we both want it to happen.  Only one way to find out.” 

We sat down on the bed.  I reminded her that she would be paid $120

per hour--cash--and each session would probably be around two hours. 

“Each whipping probably wouldn’t exceed a half hour, unless we decide

to do some stop and start over again flogging in different positions, if

you find that gives you some unexpected pleasure.  If we take longer,

you’ll be paid pro-rata,” I said.

She agreed to everything with “Ok,”and we laid the whips on the bed.

At the back of the room I had a video camera set up to ensure that

everything we did was mutually consensual and we could watch the

tapes together afterwards as part of the exercise.  Then it was time to get

started.  She stood up.  Now both naked, smiling and facing each other,

I could see her nipples were hard and she was breathing more deeply

anticipating what was to come.  I was doing some big time, self-discipline

mental exercises to prevent a full erection which she, doubtless, noticed

indicated with a slight smile, her lips pursed.  She held out her wrists and

I tied the line firmly around each leaving a loop that would go around

the hooks above in the two closets separated by the wall she would face. 

I fastened her ankles to the rectangular board hooks on the floor keeping

her legs spread apart and away from the wall. As I raised her arms and

fastened them to the hooks, we both smiled hoping what we wanted to

happen--would.  I told her that I would start with the clothesline “Cat”

that would only tingle lightly to get her used to the sexier things that

would come later.  Also, it would enable her to tell me what she was

feeling, particularly private, personally  emotional things that might

make the whipping seem more erotic.  I said during the first part of the

whipping, it would be good to moan or say, “Oh,“or “Aah,” even telling

me how she wanted to be lashed at times if it made her feel more feminine

and sexier, “Which you are!,” I added.” I told her after the first lashes

with the Cat, I would use the light belt, at times doubled to alter the

painful and pleasurable sensations she would be feeling.  Then, we’d

go to the next belt for some serious masochistic sexual pleasure.  I

told her to expect me also to say “Oh” and “Ah” as I whipped her

and I would ask her questions such as: “Are you feeling the whip?” 

“Do you like being whipped?”and other sexually provocative questions

so she could answer with what she was feeling and thinking.  While she

stood naked (I now had slipped on  scanty silk shorts), I went to the back

of the room and  started the video camera.  I came back and she turned

around and faced the wall.  I raised her right arm and slipped the wrist

loop over the hook, then did the same with her left.  She was

dispassionately cooperative.  Then I attached her ankles to the board

putting her in the X- position facing the wall, her completely bare

body exposed and ready for the whipping.  She looked breathtakingly

feminine and savory bound completely naked in that stance.  I found

myself breathing harder feeling a churning sensation in my groin. 

Now I was really excited about whipping her.   

“Are you ready?”

“As ready as I ever will be,” she said flatly, her head turned back toward

me, grinning slightly.  Then she turned her head and faced the wall. 

“Ok, then, here comes the first lash.” 

I picked up the Cat aiming it so it would land precisely across the

middle of her back.  I started it as far away from her as I could so she

would hear a pneumatic rushing sound as it cut through the air flying

toward for her bare back.  

Swisshh!  (lash) The Cat landed with a light snap. 

“Mmm.”

“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?

“If it isn’t any worse than that.” she said, “You can whip me all day!”

I waited about eight seconds.  I drew the cat back and it sung through

the air again landing directly across the middle of her back. 

(lash) She exhaled smartly 

“Did you feel that lash?”

“Um hum.”

“Ready to feel it again?”

“Uh huh.”

I slowly began lashing her all over her body, her back, legs, delaying

each stroke for around eight to ten seconds so she could anticipate the

next lash.  I would zing the whip horizontally across her back then up

and down vertically across her back and ass then across the backs of

her legs wrapping it around them occasionally for dramatic effect. 

She was beginning to moan a little more audibly now.

(lash) “Do you feel like you’re being sexually whipped?” 

“Ummm, hmm…yesss!”   Her breaths were becoming more clipped,

(lash) “Uhh,”  I could tell she was feeling a mild burning sensation .

“Are you feeling the whip now?”    

“Um hmm…more now.”

I would wrap the whip around her arms and legs.   She indicated

she was feeling only a slight sting but, oddly, she was obviously enjoying

the whipping cooing  “oohs” and “aahs…” after the lashes.  

(lash) “Do you like being sexually whipped? 

“Um humm,”she moaned lightly.

(lash)  “Aaaahh.”

(lash)   “Does it hurt?”

“Um hmmm!” 

(lash) “Mmmmm, mmmm.”  She had begun to move her body from

side-to-side occasionally bending her legs in response to the lashes.

After about five more strokes, I told her I was going to use the single belt. 

“You want to be whipped, don’t you?” 

She had been lightly whimpering after each stroke. 

“Tell me!  You want me to lash you…don’t you!?”

‘Yesss,  I want to be lashed, she replied loudly.  There. I said it!  Is

THAT what you want to hear me say?!  I want you to whip me!  “Ok?!”

“It’s sexy being whipped while you’re naked, isn’t it?”

“Yess!  Yesss!  Yesss!’

I dropped the Cat and picked up the light belt.  Although not terribly

painful, this belt could produce a sharper sting.  It also made a swishing

sound rushing through the air toward her.  I swung my first belt lash directly

across her bare back. 

(lash)  “Ohh!”  Oooohhh! she cried out.  

Then I slowly began landing the whip across her back, occasionally putting 

my end close to her skin so it would wrap around her torso, the tip

snapping onto the front of her bare body.  Then, I’d lash her ass bringing

the belt around her hips the same way so the tip would sting the front of

her lower body.  With sharper, snapping blows, I wrapped the whip around

her legs and ankles.  Occasionally, I doubled the belt shortening the speed

of the lashes asking her if she, “liked that?”   

(lash)  (lash)  Her “Oooohs”and “Aaahs” and now, “OOoohs” were getting

louder and becoming more frequent, almost after every  lash.  Her

responsive sensual movements and plaintive cries seemed as though--

somehow, in her mind--she imagined she was being whipped “romantically.” 

Her moans indicated the belt was stinging her bare skin a lot more.  Indeed,

very light pink stripes were now beginning to appear on her back and legs. 

She was now moving her head and body around and side-to-side after each

lash anticipating the next.  She was beginning to throw her head back

sharply responding to the now more acute snap of the sometimes whistling whip.

“Are you my sex slave?”

(lash)  “Oooh!”

(lash)  “Aaahh.!        

(lash) “Do you like being whipped? 

(lash)   “Dammit, it …ahhh…hurts!”

(lash)  “But you like it, don’t…you?”

Occasionally, I would kneel down and quickly kiss the inside of her legs,

her hips or the outside of her torso reaching up and wielding very rapid 

short strokes all over her body to accelerate the coming pleasurable

part of the beating. 

(lash) “Ooh

(lash) “OH!!,

(lash)“Oh. Unnnh!    

(lash)  “Mmm”

(lash)   “Ssss”   Oooh“   “Ow!”  Dam.”

“Do you like it?”  Tell me you like me to beat you!”

(lash)  She was too busy with “oohs and “aaahs to answer.

“Are you getting a good feeling?”

“Ooooh… yess!

I picked up the next thicker belt.   This belt could produce a sharper sting

making her feel as though, now, she really was getting punished.  It had

a louder swish and a cracking sound on impact.  When I landed the first

lash with this belt across her back, she screamed:

(lash) “Oh, OOH!,  Aahhh!  God….damm!”

At this point I began delaying each lash for around ten seconds,

or longer.  That gave her time to fully feel the burning pain and scream

emotionally after each lash.  As the heavier belt struck her naked skin,

she began yelling alarmingly loud after each lash.

(lash)  “Aaaagh!” 

(lash)  “Ohooo,… Ow-uuuh!  Goddam!”

(lash)   “Oh, ow.  Ahhh!.  That hurts,” she shrieked. 

I stopped whipping her and picked up a makeshift cloth gag and wrapped

it around her mouth.     

“You wanted to be whipped, didn’t you?”

(lash)  “Mmmm” she shrieked  through the muffling gag. 

(lash)  “Didn’t you?”

(lash)“Aaaahhh, she yelled through the gag. 

Are you getting a good feeling?’

As I continued lashing her with the heavier belt, she was moaning

and howling into the gag.

“Are you getting a sexual feeling, a good sex feeling?”    

(lash)  “Ohm, ohm, Memmss,” Aaahh!! Aahh!

I now saw was she feeling the pain of being whipped while completely

naked, but she, indeed, was beginning to get a pleasurable feeling

between her legs.  She was beginning to writhe faster hoping to dodge

the next lash while screaming through the gag.

“The whip’s going to make you cum.”

(lash)   Are you starting to feel good?”

(lash) “Ohmm yessss .Yess, I’m gebbing a peeling!” she blurbled

through the gag.  

“Oh, ooh!  It’s gebbing soo fubbing good!.”    

(lash)  “Oh, oh, I’m gebbing a goob fubbing feeling!” She was shrieking

and breathing heavily through her nose. 

(lash)  “Oh God, ib fees sooo goob!”. 

“I’m going to beat you till you cum.  Do you want me to beat you till

you cum?”

(lash)  “Ahhh, yess, Ahhh!

“Does your pussy feel good?”

(lash) Aahhh, yesss!  Yess, yesss! Yesss!   It’s feeeel sooo gooood! 

“Whip me faster!” she blurted, the gag now slipped down around her neck. 

(lash)  “Whip me faster, it’s so good!  It’s getting sooo good. Oh…it

feels soooo gooood!”

I doubled the whip and began lashing her with very rapid, short strokes

all over her body, arms and legs, moderating their intensity to prevent

interrupting her rising sexual pleasure.  Her squeals kept coming and she

was begging:

(lash) “Oh God, whip me, whip me, lash me! 

(lash)  “Ahhh!  Whip me, lash me, whip me, lash me--faster, faster!

(lash)  Oh God, it’s so good!   Oh my God, it feels sooo wonderfulll! 

“Do you like the feeling?   Does it feel so goood? ”

(lash) I think I’m going to cum!!

(lash) “Ooh!” (lash) “Ooh, aaah!” (lash)  “Oh, OOH!” 

(lash)  “Oh, goddam!”  (lash)  I’m going to… cummm!”  Oh, Ow, 

Ooh… I’m cumming.    Laaaassshh meeee!!  Whiiip meee!!” 

“Tell me how it feels!”

(lash)  “Is it good?  Is it good!!?”

Ooo…Yess, it’s gooood!” 

“How does it feel?   Is the whip giving you the feeling?”

“Does it feel sooo gooood?’

(lash) “ Ooh , Ooohh!  Whiiiip me, whiiip me!  Oh God,

what a feeeeling.”  “Immm Cuuuming!!” she hissed, suddenly

staring intently at the ceiling. 

  (lash)  “Lash me, lash me, whip me!   Oh God. Dooon’t Stop!!

It’s soooo good!” 

(lash) “Oh, oooh, I’m cumming--againnnn!.  Aaaahhh, aaahhh,

it’s feels so fucking wonderful!   Whiiip…meeee!! she yelped, moving

her head slowly in a circle.  

(lash)  “Ahhh  ahh  ah.”  Jeeesuss!  Uuhh…Soooo…Gooood”  It’s sooo

gooood!!” loudly sucking air through clenched teeth and pursed lips.  

I put my left arm firmly around her breast and with my

right hand, slid two fingers in her now sopping pussy and began

working them back and forth and in and out.  Her moans and cries had

changed to protracted screams.  Her hips were moving furtively back

and forth. Then…suddenly, gasping and squealing unintelligibly, she

went limp, collapsing on her restraints, crying:

“Wait!... Don’t!... Wait!.... No more!!”

While she dangled limply on the restraints, I slowly withdrew my fingers,

bent down removing the ankle bonds then lifted her arms and removed

her wrist restraints.  She was like a sweating rag doll.  I laid her on the bed

where, with closed eyes, she had a look of frozen satisfaction, disbelief

and a smile of exhaustion.  Her face was wet with tears from crying.  I

got up, turned off the camera, came back and laid down next

to her.  Lying motionless across the bed, she was breathing deep, hot

breaths.   Presently, she looked directly at me and said, “You were

right!!. Jesus!  I’ve never knew I could have such a wonderful fucking

feeling in my life!!  “Daaam,” she said, exhaling heavily.  She dried her

face with a towel from the nightstand.

“A ‘fucking’ feeling?” I teased.  Actually, I was very pleased that our

experience had allowed her to be unashamedly candid with me.

“Goddammmit!,” she blurted. “That felt better than any FUCKING feeling

I ever had!…Phew!  That gave new meaning to the word, GOOD!”    

Jen had been totally surprised by the intense, gratifying sexual sensations

that invaded her entire body with numbing, immobilizing, joyously-sparkling

ecstasy.  With her eyes closed tightly, her teeth fiercely clenched and she

tugging at the restraints, even as the whip repeatedly fell upon her naked body,

she could think of nothing else but the ever-increasing, never-before-known,

blindingly consuming ecstasy. 

As her normal physical senses returned, she said, “Oh, dam, my back stings,”

“Ow!” she complained. “Oh, I hurt all over.”  

“Turn on your side…slowly,” I said. 

Slowly she turned to lay on her side her back facing me. 

“Oh, you just have a few light stripes.  Heck, they’ll be gone by the time we

get to the next whipping.”

“The next whipping?!” her eyes widening, “When is THAT?!”

“Let’s think about it for a little while. Right now, something to drink.”

We laid side-by-side for about ten minutes quietly exchanging random   

thoughts   She repeated she couldn’t get over how being whipped instead of

fucked could cause the incredible orgasms she now was laughing about.  

“I couldn’t even do THAT to myself,” she chukled. 

She seemed embarrassed by her uncontrollable screams of pleasure and

“Whatever else I said.” forced by the tingling flood of pleasure elicited 

from her by the whipping, “I never said things like that to anyone in

my life,” she confessed.  “But I never felt that GOOD, either,”

she admitted, laughing aloud.  “It. Just felt sooo--amazingly…

gooood, I couldn’t help it,” she added.  “Besides, you kept asking me

how it felt.  You wanted to know, dammit! I HAD to tell you!  I had

to say SOMETHING!!” 

I told her we didn’t even need the cutting whip. 

“That was a good thing,” I said,”because we’ll know which whips are

the best ones to use the next time.”

“When is ‘the next time’?” she asked. 

“You tell me!”  

She didn’t reply.

I told her the next time, we’d use the four-poster bed we were lying on.  

I’d whip her in different ways doing some things that virtually would

guarantee her lip-smacking, teeth-gritting sex-slave pleasure”  I was

laughing. 

“I’m not going to tell you what I’m going to do to you until you get

here,” I teased. 

She said, “A hint? “

“I said “It’ll be as good--or BETTER-- than it was today.”

“I dooon’t think so!” she said, smiling wryly. 

“Nevertheless, I know we’ll both love it.  Would you like to do it again,

next Saturday at the same time?” 

She was quietly contemplative.

“Maybe…before?” she chirped, laughingly, now standing up and

heading for the office and her clothes.

“Well talk about it”--talk about it a lot, I said. 

Saturday afternoon, Session 2.  She knocked on the door.  Her hair

was up in a bun and she was wearing a loose fitting, low cut white blouse

and a tight fitting skirt.  She looked very sexy.  We got some soft

drinks from the refrigerator and went to the office.  We chatted about 

the previous week for a few minutes. 

“Have you been thinking about today?”

“Why nooo,”she said, smiling.  “I just stopped by to say hello.”  She

laughed. “Ok, ok, tell me, tell me!  How are you going to torture me today? 

“What are WE going to do to ME this time?” She seemed to be trying

to absolve herself from guilt she felt enjoying the socially anathematic

S & M.  

“Jen.”

“What?”

“Do you feel guilty because you like really like being sensually whipped

and you don’t think you should feel like that?”

“As a matter of fact…yes.  But, that’ll probably go away after we get

started.”  

Remember I told you we were going to use the four poster bed this time?  

“Uh huh.”        

“Ok, this time we’re both going to be naked.  I’m going to tie you in the

X- position on the bed with you on your back.  I’ll start with the Cat so you

can enjoy a sensual frontal flogging.  After some very sex-slave lashes you’ll

just love that will probably heat you up faster, than last week, we’ll turn

you over on your stomach, and X-bind you to the posts again face down.  

“Sounds just like something only you’d do,” she quipped . 

“Now , we’ll switch to the light belt.   When we both start feeling the

pleasure….”

She interrupted. “Pleasure?…PLEASURE, for you?!” she asserted  

“What the hell kind of  PLEASURE do YOU get whipping ME?!”

Surprised, I hesitated for a moment. 

“I get pleasure knowing you are feeling pain because you want to feel it. 

It’s very sexy for us both.  And eventually, you’re going to get an

unbelievably marvelous feeling all over caused by the way I’m sexually

beating you because you secretly really like to play sex slave, don’t you?

I get almost as much pleasure whipping you as you get being whipped,

Ok?”

“Ok.  I just wondered how YOU got pleasure whipping ME,” she said

sarcastically.

“Do you want us to quit?”

“No….”  She paused.  “But I just wondered how you could possibly

get as good a feeling as I got without cumming?” 

“I’ll be able to answer that better when we watch the tapes,” I explained,

obliquely 

“Wait,” she said, “I have something else to ask you.”

“Shoot!”

“How about you letting me whip you?”

Surprised, I thought about it for a few seconds.  “Why do you want to

whip me?

“I’d like to find out if it’s as good for you as it is for me.  Besides,

this whipping stuff we’re doing is pretty secret, so why shouldn’t we

both do it?  You know, both of us whipping each other, a lot of different

ways,” she said, seemingly surprised she said it. 

”Do I get a hundred and twenty an hour from you?” I asked.   

“Hmm,” she pondered for a moment. “I really hadn’t thought about

that.  But. I’m the model, so I should be the one who gets paid.

Without me, there’d be no whipping.” she reasoned.

“Perhaps,” I said. “Well, maybe I will let me you whip me.  I’ll think

about it.  It might be kind of exciting for both of us, Ok?”  Right now,

are you ready to get started today?”  

“Ok,” she said, enthusiastically.  She stood up and began taking off

her clothes and gently laying them over the couch.   She was wearing

a scanty pink bra and matching delicately laced panties.    

“Let me see your back!”  She turned facing opposite me on the couch.

“Hmm,” I pondered, unclipping her bra, “no evidence of last week’s fun.”

“So anyway, today…after I whip you to heat you up again, I’ll

untie one of your hands and legs and slide under you. Then with you

on top of me, your arms and legs spread again, I’m going to whip your

back and legs and tell you what to say with each lash.  After we finish

that--maybe--I’m going to….  No, erase that!   We’ll do that next time

if this week turns out as good as we think it will be.” 

I stood up and took off my clothes.  She took off her panties and, naked,

we walked to the back bedrooms.  While I got the whips from the drawer,

she lay down on the bed naked and laughingly, spread her arms and legs

forming the X-position.   She was faceup.

“Is this what you want?  Do I look goood to you?” she said playfully, 

moving her hips around erotically.  I stood over her.  Naked, she really

looked hot.  I tried to control my partial erection while I tied her hands

and feet to the four posts.  I caught myself breathing a little more rapidly

than usual.     

“I’m going to beat that teasing out of you,” I threatened.

Standing up next to the bed, now with the Cat in my hand, I asked if 

she was, “Ready?” 

“Do I have a choice?”she said caustically, playfully pulling at the

restraints.  

I took the Cat in hand and looked at her waiting.  This time I started

differently.  My first lashes crossing her ankles, were soft and delayed. 

I pursed my lips giving the impression of anger. “Did you feel that?”

“Ummm,” she said, squinting expressively.

I zinged a few of strokes delaying eight to ten second each across her  

spread thighs.  She squinted throwing her head back sharply on impact.   

( lash) “Ah…aah,” she whispered, through quickening exhalations.

I began lashing her with slow strokes so I could watch her naked body

jumping, squirming, pulling on the restraints reacting to the lashes.  

She watched me closely but said nothing, just exhaling audibly after each lash. 

When I got to her abdomen, she reacted visibly.    

(lash)  As the whip swished through the air and crossed her stomach,

she jumped slightly and said, “Mmmm”   

“Did you like that?”  

“It’s sexy,” she whispered.  

“You want some more, don’t you?”

“Would it make any difference if I said no?” she said curtly.

Then I began whipping her still slowly, but unpredictably.  I deliberately

placed the lashes all over her body, in unexpected places not letting

my expression give away where the next stroke would land.

I lashed her shoulders, abdomen, thighs, calves, ankles scrupulously   

avoided her breasts and pussy.  I could tell she was getting excited

and more involved, because she began emitting “Ohs,” and Aaahs” and

breathing harder or moaning after each lash.  

(lash)  “Mmm”

(lash,)  “Ooh”

(lash) “Do you like the whip?”

(lash)  I  brought the whip across her ankles.  “Umm,” she moaned

raising her head as I brought the next lashes across her thighs.”

“Did you like that?  Are you beginning to feel as sexy as you look?”

knowing I felt that, but surprising myself that I said it.  

(lash) “Ummm” she moaned again.

“Ah…ha,” she exclaimed.  You just like to whip me because I’m sexy,

don’t you?”  

(lash)  “Do you feel sexy when you’re being whipped?”

“Umm hmm,” she whimpered. 

(lash ) (lash) I gave her two more quick lashes across her thighs lashes

that made her snap her head back onto the mattress.

(lash) “Oh, ow,” she said as the whip crossed her abdomen and rib cage.

Her expression was now tense and her eyes were closed except to open

them to see where the next stroke would land.      

“Do you like being whipped?”

(lash)  “It stings!”

(lash)  “Do you like it?’

“I said it stings, goddammit!!”

“(lash)  “But you like it, don’t you?  You deserve to be whipped,

don’t you?’

(lash)   “Oooh, ow,”

“You want to be whipped, don’t you?”

“(lash)  Youl like being whipped when you’re naked and sexy,

don’t you? 

(lash)  “Don’t you?”

(lash)  “Don’t you?

“Yesss, she hissed loudly. “Goddammit,  Yesss!!

She was having more fun responding than feeling pain since the

Cat was light and more perfunctory than efficient.   I lashed several 

more times all over with the Cat.  She watched me as I picked up the

light belt.  

“Now I guess you’re really going to be mean to me, huh?”

I began lashing her legs again circling the whip around them

as much has it would go.  Although not terribly painful, the light

belt could cause a sting if delivered hard.  Now she was beginning

to feel a  more tingling “sting” after each lash, enough to get her to say

louder  “Ooohs” and “Aaahs.” 

(lash)  “Ooooh, Ow!!!

(lash) “Aahh.  Ahh.”

“Like being whipped?” I gave her a couple more strokes and a

slight pink color began to appear on her abdomen.

“Are you good?” 

“Uh-mm.  Mmmm,” she moaned loudly.

“Ok,” I said, “Time for some real whipping pleasure.”

“It’s about time,”she said plainly.     

I untied her and she voluntarily turned over on her stomach. 

“You really enjoy this, don’t you?” she said caustically.

As I X-bound her to the four posts, I said, “You do, too, don’t you?” 

“Hell no!” she said sharply. 

“Liar,“ I said. “You will, just like before.  Just lay still and think

about playing the little sex slave you like to be.”  

“Mull shhtt! She said, her face buried in the mattress.  She lay motionless,

breathing audibly.  My first two lashes crossed her ass. .

(lassh)  “Mmm” 

(lash)   “Uh-sss.” 

“Feel the whip?

“Uh huh.”

(lash)  Feel it?

(lash)   Feel the whip?  Then a I drew a few strokes across the

back of her legs.  Then her arms.  Until the whip struck her back, she

only muttered “Mmm” a few times.  Then I picked up the thicker

belt.. I delivered a lash straight across her back.  Her response was immediate

--and loud.

(lash)    Oh  OOOh!!, she shrieked , almost screaming.  

(lash) “ Oooh.”

(lash)   “Ohh, Goddmm,  Aannh!  

Between lashes, she was now whimpering loudly.  So I wrapped the

makeshift gag around her mouth and began slowly, but rhythmically

whipping her back and shoulders.  She was now squirming, pulling

on the restraints and moaning loudly into the gag.

“Oh, Ow!  Ow!  Oh,  goddamm! goddammm,  STOP!   STOP!!

I can’t stand it,” she screamed through the gag tugging on the restraints

her body thrashing wildly.   

(lash) I gave her one last very hard lash across her back and she uttered a

muffled shriek and buried her face in the mattress.  I then untied one arm

and one leg.  She was crying, not pathetically, but appreciatively.  I laid

down next to her.  I let a few minutes pass.

“I’m sorry,” she said.  “I’m sorry,” now seemingly composed, her voice

even once again.  “That last beating just hurt too dam much!” 

We let a few more minutes pass.  

“Do you want to stop?”

“No…Hell no,” she exclaimed. “I’m all right now.  But go back to that

other whip or I will want to stop. This one hurts too goddammed

bad.   I can’t focus on the other sex feeling.  All I can feel is the pain. 

I’ll never feel anything sexual if you keep using that sonofabitch!  

Besides, I want to see what the hell else you’re going to do to torture me.”

It was now clear to me that Jen’s REAL persona was surfacing.  She had

traded her learned social inhibitions for a hope that she could replace

them with overpowering sexual gratification she didn’t believe existed.

That is until after she had been sexually beaten a week earlier in a similar

way she had often secretly fantasized about most of her life.       

Softly, I said, “Roll over.”  She lay there for about a half minute

moaning a little and again breathing quickly.    

“Lay on top of me!”

“What?!”   

“Roll over and lay on top of me…on top of me!   I haven’t finished

with you yet.”  (I deliberately said “with” instead of “whipping”

because in her fantasy, being beaten was justification for consenting to

what was she was allowing; a penance for some secret personal

transgressions she felt guilty about.  While being whipped, she was 

morphing into an imaginary slave being punished for reasons she didn’t   

fully understand, but felt she deserved.)

“You want the feel that good part again, don’t you?”

I could tell because I changed to the lighter belt, she again had the

confidence to react with abandon, the only sure way she could climax.  

Looking into my eyes, she slowly slipped her right arm and leg over

me and heavily rolled over on me.  She spread her legs and arms again

assuming the X-position, this time on top of me.  He r body was hot and

she was breathing faster now.   Her breaths, now accelerating, also were

hot and I felt her heart racing.      

“Ready?”

“Mmmm…I don’t know. What are you going to do to me this time?”  

“I’m going make you a completely sexual woman, again.”

“I can live with that,” she said, readjusting her naked body, placing

her face down over my shoulder.  

“When we get finished, you are going to want to live FOR that.” 

Reaching down along side our bodies, I clasped the lighter whip

in my right hand and brought it across her back.  In our positions, it didn’t

carry much force, but she could perceive it as, if not painful, extremely

sensual.    

(lash)  “Ooh!”she responded in a high pitched moan intended to be erotic.    

“Did you feel that lash?   

“Uh huh.”

Do you like this whip better?”

“Uh,huh.”. 

“Want to feel the whip again?”

“Oh Hell, why not?”

I felt her body getting very warm.  Realizing the whip length would

prevent  her from feeling any significant pain in our positions, I shortened

it by a third creating a handle reducing its length to the width of her back  

That would treble its impact producing a sting, but not a disabling pain

on her flesh interrupting her concentration on any sexual joy to come. 

The result was immediate as again, I cracked it across her back.  By the way

she jumped and hissed through clenched teeth, I could tell the ambivalent

joy of the new sting was obvious.

(lash)  “Ooooohh” she whispered protractedly into my ear.

“Did you like that lash? “

“Um…hummm!”  Because she was on my naked body, she was responding

playfully 

“Ok., now I’m going to tell you to say and do some things and use the

whip to make sure you follow orders. Got that,” I said, firmly

(lash)   “Aahhh”

“Did you feel that?”  Does this whip feel sexier?” 

“Yesss,” she said, her voiced slightly higher as she whispered directly

into my ear.  ”

(lash)   “Tell me you like to being whipped!”

She just moved slightly and moaned slightly. 

(lash) “Do you like being whipped? 

“Nooo,” she said through a protracted groan.”

(lash)  I said, “Tell me you like being whipped?”

Suddenly, without any provocation, she began breathing hard, faster. 

She started moving around on me, side to side, her hips making a circular

motion.  She put her lips to my ear, drawing in air through her now

gritting teeth making loud hissing sounds.  

“Oooh… I’m starting to get it!.  I’m getting it!” 

“Getting what?!”  I said, surprised. 

“You know…the feeling.  That good feeling between my legs,” she

said, raising her voice. 

“Lash me again,” she demanded.  “I’m starting to get the feeling.”

(lash)   “Keep whipping me“ she demanded, her hips beginning to oscillate

(lash) (lash)  “Mmmmm!”  I snapped two crackling strokes across her ass.  .   

Her breathing quickened and was louder.  “Why aren’t you whipping me,

Goddammit?!” she said, raising her voice.    

(lash) (lash)  I cracked two more strokes across the back of her legs.  I was

getting excited and breathing faster.  

(lash)  “Think of the whip!  Does the whip feel good?  Does the

whip feel good?”  

“Oooh…no, dammit!   It burns. But I’m getting the feeeeling.  Oh, that good,

sexual feeling you promised me.  It’s feeeels sooo goooood.!” she cried ”    

I imposed  two sharp lashes across the back of her legs, then her back.   

(lash (lash)  “Oh dam, Oh the feeling’s coming,” she said breathlessly  

“Aahhh!”

“Do the lashes make the feeling better?!  

(lash) “Are you getting that real good feeling between your legs?” 

“Ahhh, yes, aahh, yesss!” 

(lash)  Yesss, what?”

“Oooh,  It’s getting good.” 

“(lash)  “What’s getting good?

“The feeling!” she yelped.. “Lash me!  Whip me…faster…, faster,

dammit.  It’s giving me such pleasure.  Oooh, the feeling’s sooo good. 

Ooooh it’s sooo good!  The feeeling …feeling,” she was shrieking into

my ear. 

(lash)  “Think about the whip!  Is it making you tingle?” 

(lash)   “It’s good,”  It’s sooo gooood,” she cried out.  “Whiip me!  

Whiiip me faster!!” 

(lash)   “Where (lash)--“Ooh,” (lash)--is “Aahhh,--(lash) “Uhhh”-- the

feeling (lash) “Aaahh”--getting good?“

“The feeling.  I’m getting the feeling.  It’s good, oh it’s so dam good

…goooood!”

(lash ) “Tell me!”(lash)  Tell me, where does it feel good.

WHERE does it feel soooo good!?” 

(lash) (lash) (lash) lash) (lash) lash)  I was now lashing her naked 

body with short stinging strokes. She was thrashing around on top

of me, alternately squealing, sighing and groaning heavily and   

tugging at her restraints.  Her hips were moving up and down rapidly.

She was pressing her mouth hard into my neck producing a blubbering

sound.

(Lash) “Oh…oooh,  Goood!!   I’m feeling sooo goooood--my

pussy--my legs, between my legs.  My pussy feels…Oooh,

I’m tingling all over…all over!  Oh…aahh.  What A feeeling!!

Soooo Goood!!   I’m going to cummm!” 

She was thrashing her around, up and down, gasping loudly into my ear.

“Are YOU getting the feeling?” she screamed at me. “Yooooo

get it tooo!!

Oohh…you…. wonderful…fucking…aaahhh,” she screamed, “feeelling!!” 

Ohhh,  feeeeling.  Oh  Jesus…I luuuuve it!…I think I’m cumming.  I’m cumming

(lash) ( lash ( lash) lash)  I cracked several short stinging lashes across her back..

“Tell me…Tell me!” How good does it feel!!?  Is the feeling…?”

“She virtually screamed,   Oooh, it’s sooo fucking good!   The feeling

is fuuuucking good!.   It’s fucking…feeling…good feeling..” she was

hissing in and out loudly making sloshing sounds within her mouth.

“Do YOU like it?” she shrieked.  “Oh lash me… lash my back!

lash my back!” she demanded.  That makes it feel so good!!   It feeeeels

soooo good.  Oooh.  I’m cummm-eeeng!   I cumming ageenn!!”. 

(lash). “Aaah, aahh, its sooo good.” Ooohh, the feeeeling. 

she moaned, her voice trailing off. 

(lash) “Move up and down!  Move slower, push harder.”        

(lash) “”Do you feel it?”  she squealed at me.  “Are YOU getting

the wonderfulll  fucking  feeling?  Tell me!  Whip me!!   Ooh!  Goooood!

Cum!!, cumm with me!!”she exhaled strongly.

“Oooh…Hunnneee…Oooh, Hunneee, it’s feeeels sooo dam goood.!”

.(lash)   “Oh dam,  I feel the whip.  But the sex is sooo fucking good. 

“Oooh, what a…sssssss she hissed sucking air through occluded teeth…

feeeeling!!  Feeeellleeeng!!”   Cummm with me!”.        

Her body was thrashing around on top of me.

“Cummminnng!  Aaahh… cumming!”

(lash)  “The whip is giving you a good feeling, isn’t it?”

(lash) “Aaahhh, ah, ah, my pussy.  It’s  feels so--fucking, aah,--

sooo good!”.   

(lash)“ Tell me!  Tell me how GOOD it feels!”

(lash)  “Oh, ahh, Ooohh!

  (lash)  “Is it good?! Is it good?!!”

(lash)  She was now crying. “Oh… wait…wait… stop!  I can’t stand it,

but its still sooo gooood!”

I stopped the lashes and lay still. She still was moving her hips

up and down slowly, her body now soaked  with perspiration.  

I put my hands on her ass and pulled her to me, hard.  Then, we both

lay still.  She buried her head in my neck, softly whimpering,

between deep, elongated  breaths.  A minute…two…passed .  Neither

of us moved.   She was breathing easier.  Presently she moaned:

“Ummm, Umm, what a nice surprise!” she exclaimed, cheerily. 

We lay still for about a minute, quietly, but each breathing deeply.  

Then her breathing again began to quicken.  I felt her heart pressed 

against my chest beginning to beat faster.  Suddenly, she thrust her body

against mine very hard and began moving her hips up and down,

slowly, purposefully grinding her torso firmly around on mine.   

“I bet YOU like that, don’t you?” she said, now smiling and laughing

lightly.   She was moving her lips pressing them hard on my shoulder.    

“Does that feel good?” she said slowly, combining her breathing

with seductive moans.

It was all I could do to keep my breathing even and subdued, and possibly

moaning and gasping, myself.  Abruptly, I slapped her ass--very hard--

and she jeked her head back; her smile changing to wide-eyed surprise.        

“What’d you do that for!?”  

“Because that does feel very dam good,” I confessed. 

“But I’m not ready to do anything more than whip you right now.”

“Why not?” she asked curtly, a tinge of curious anger in her voice. 

“Because we’ve run out of tape,” I said laughing loudly.            

Saturday afternoon, Session 3.    

I went to the door.  Jen was standing there with a tight fitting flowered

dress.  Her hair was down.  She came in and, as usual, we went into

the office.  I went to the refrigerator and got two sodas.

“What are we going to do today?” she said. 

“Well first, before I tell you, I want us to look at some pictures on the

computer”

“Pictures of what…dirty pictures?   I’d expect THAT of YOU,” she opined. 

“Depends how dirty your mind is,” I said.  “No, some pictures of women

being whipped in different ways and their reactions, you know, like the

ones you told me you saw on the Net.”

“Wait a minute,” she said, “Before we do anything today, I’ve got some

questions I want to ask you.” 

“Ok.”  What?”

“Well,” she began, “I’ve been thinking about some things.  Do you

know what?   I think you’re paying me to come here only because you

get off just  wanting to whip me--and nothing else.  Frankly, I think you

are a sadist.  Is that right?  I really don’t think you’re trying to find out

about pleasure and pain and atonement and all that stuff,” she charged.

“Am I right?” she said, sternly.

I sat quietly and looked at her. 

“Well…?” 

After about ten seconds, I said, “I guess you’re right in a way.  I am

paying you to let me whip you.  And I do get excited whipping you.

You’re very pretty and extremely sexy when you’re naked and I’m

whipping you.  But more than that, your reactions while I whip you

are very arousing  to BOTH of us.  As far as my observations about the

relationship to pain with pleasure, let me ask you something.”

“What?”

“The ad said flogging would be the main method to produce pleasure,

pain and expiation.  And when we talked about that before you ever

felt the first lash,  I explained how whipping could not only help you

atone for false beliefs you probably had,  but it might give unimaginable

pleasure when done cooperatively, you know, when we want to do it

together.  Didn’t I say that?”

“Um huh.” 

“And don’t you feel a sense of relief that, theoretically, you’ve been

punished for the things you did that you didn’t like doing in your life?  

“What things?”

“Well, things only you would know, and have done.  Secret things you’ve

never told me about and probably never told anybody else, either.  And,

you secretly agreeing to be whipped seemed to make you feel like you

were punished for them--correct?” 

“Actually, I have thought about something like that.”  But I did think about

the sex part,  too.”   

“And you got that pretty unexpected bonus, too, didn’t you?

“Bonus?   Like what bonus!?”

“Just this.  Ok, I’m paying you, true?  Although you don’t have to tell

me this because I know it, but I‘ll ask you anyway.  When I whipped

you, have you ever, ever, had a better sexual feeling--ever, in

your entire life--ever?!!  Because if you have, you’ve been lying to me.”

She just looked at me, expressing obvious concession.  

“Didn’t the whipping cause you to get greater sexual pleasure, better

then any orgasm you’ve ever had in your life!?”  

She was silent, apparently pondering the two propositions.   

“Well… I’m not sure,” she contemplated. 

“So when the whip got you off, it wasn’t as good as intercourse, you’re

telling me?  When you came, it wasn’t as good as you told me it was when

you actually were cumming?!”

“Oh, I didn’t mean that!  The cumming was incredible.  And I guess I

never really have had any better sexual feeling in my whole life,   But….”

“And it almost made you forget you were being whipped, right?  And

you’ve had multiple orgasms while telling me how to whip you so it

would feel better, right?   You didn’t tell me to stop until after you came,

right?   So, you tell me!!   Who’s the REAL sadist here!?”

“Not me!” she protested, looking surprised. 

“Well then, last week, why did you ask if you could whip ME?”

She pondered the question for a few seconds. 

“I just wanted to find out what it would be like to whip somebody else

instead of somebody whipping me,” she explained. “I’d never really

been whipped before, you know like you read about in sex magazines;

never seriously thought about being whipped, especially, like,  in a

sexually way until I saw the ad.  Now that I know what it’s like, I just 

wondered what it would be like to whip somebody else like that.

The last two sessions have really been, well, like something I never

expected.  And I’ll admit, although it hurts like hell, its well, better

than the best good I ever thought I could feel!   I wanted to see if I

got just as turned on whipping you as you do when you whip me.”

“C’mon, Jen.  Every girl fantasizes about being a sex slave and being

whipped.  And you haven’t?!  What about when you were surfing

the Net?”

Well…may--be, she said slowly, and winked at me.

“Well, surprise!” I said, “I was going to let you whip me some as

part of this week’s session.  How’s that make you feel?  Excited?”  

“You were?” she said, somewhat surprised. “I don’t know,” she

pondered

“But we’re going to go back to the original plan.  You get whipped first. 

Afterwards, were going to watch the tapes we made.  So, do you still want

to know what we’re going to do this week?” 

She hesitated before saying anything.  Then she said, “When I came today,

I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it this week.”   

“Why?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she said   “There seems to be something so secret about it. 

I’m having sort of a wild, naked sex adventure and I can’t tell anybody

about it.  But I do need the money.”

“You liked being whipped though, didn’t you?”   

She laughed.  “Well, it hurts, but, so far, the climaxes have been awfully

good,” she said, laughing again. “So, then… what are we going to do

today?”

“Does that mean you want another good, sexual flogging again…today?” 

“Did I say I didn’t!?” she replied, somewhat angrily.  Let me answer that

like this.”  She stood up and began removing her clothes.

“Ok, good.  So, let’s quit the talk and get the whips into action.  Here’s what

we‘re going to do today,” I said, standing up and taking off my clothes.    

Now both naked, I told her we were going to look at some pictures on the

computer.  They were pictures of women being whipped in different ways. 

I said as we looked at the pictures, I would like her to tell me if she saw some

different ways she might like to try.  We went to the computer.  I accessed 

some sites and we scrolled through pictures of women, mostly naked, 

being whipped by men in different positions with different kinds

of whips.  The women were being whipped full body, their backs, their

breasts, with dog, bull, coach, sulky, horse and Cat-o-nine-tail whips.  

“Incidentally, Jen, why do you think it’s only women in these pictures

being whipped?” 

“Because they’re being paid more than you’re paying me?”she said,

laughing loudly. 

“Very funny.  No, it’s because they’ve discovered what you now know

about the paralyzing pleasure that can come from a good sexual whipping.

Have you seen anything here so far that you’d like us to try?”.   

She hesitated, then said, “I don’t know.  So far, what you’ve been doing

has been pretty dam good.  I’ll just leave it up to you for now.” 

“Do you get excited seeing the pictures?”

“I guess so,”she said somewhat indifferently. “The pictures do make me

want to get started.  What are we going to do today?” she asked.

I switched off the computer and we got up and walked to the back

bedroom.

“Today,” I began, “You’re going to be standing.  I’m going to tie your

wrists  to the end posts of the bed in the X-position with you facing the

other end of the bed with your back toward me.  I’m going to spread

your legs and tie them to the bed posts.  Your arms will be stretched out

so your wrists will be almost level

with your waist.  This time, your arms won’t be over your head.  Should

be a petty sexy position.  After that, I’ll tie you to the bed and whip

you lying face down across the bed.  That’ll probably bring you to the

good part, ya know what I mean jelly bean?” I joshed.

She stood against the bottom bed board spreading her hands toward

the posts. 

“Is this where I’m going to whip you?” she asked, smiling broadly

“You’re really getting excited about that, aren’t you?”

“Dam, can‘t I just wonder?”

While I was binding her hands and feet she was now standing naked

and mumbling, “Well you would like me to whip you, wouldn’t you? 

Wouldn’t you!?” 

I laughed and said,” We’ll see.” 

I had already laid out the whips on the bed

Again, giggling she said, ”Is this where I’m going to whip you?”

“We’ll see,” I replied. “Maybe even a sexier place than this.”  

Now she was fully bound and it was time for this week’s punishment.

Waiting patiently, she turned her head and watched me as I picked

up the clothesline Cat. 

“Are you ready?”

“Uh huh, but probably not as ready as YOU are!”

“No, I mean, are you REALLY ready for a good whipping and another

trip into a world of delicious sexual pleasure.?” 

”Well,” she said, chuckling, “When you put it like that, how could I

ever say no?” 

I let the whip drop down toward the floor.  Then I drew it up and over

so she could hear the rush of air as it swished toward her naked back. 

(lash) The strands landed across the middle of her back with a soft snapping

sound.  

“Hmm.” 

“Did you feel that?”

“Um huh,” she said.   I waited for about seven seconds.

Whoosh!  (lash)  The whip landed across her back again.  She said nothing.

Then I began whipping her slowly, rhythmically letting as many as ten

seconds elapse between lashes.   First her back, then the back of her legs,

her ass, her back; I wrapped it around her legs and body so she could feel

the light sting all over her body producing a sexually provocative mood.  

She began to respond, quietly at first, but as the cracks continued, she’d

move her body left and right moaning and groaning answering my questions

often breathlessly, sometimes strained.

(lash)  “Uhh.”

(lash)  “Mmm”.

“Do you feel like you’re being sexually whipped?”

(lash) “Sssss” Oh,”

(lash)  “Oh dam, dam!

“Do you like the way I’m lashing your naked body?” 

“(lash) Oh, goddam, it’s beginning to hurt”

(lash). “Aah,“

(lash)  Ooh, aah, dam”

(lash)  Ooww!  Goddam,!”

“You wanted to be whipped, didn’t you?”

I paused and she moaned under her breath a few times. 

(lash)  “Tell me.  You want to be whipped, don’t you?!”

“Yesss.” Yess. “What are you going to do?”

”Were going to get to the sexual part.  You want to get to that good

feeling part, don’t you?”  You know, the part of the whipping where

each lash makes that good feeling better than the last. 

(lash)  “Ummm…Yesss.”  

“That’s really why you want to be whipped, isn’t it?  You want to get

that lovely sexual feeling, don’t you?” 

(lash) “Are you ready to get that good feeling, that wonderful feeling? 

That feeling you want, need, you want so much?.”  

(lash) “Ooohh, dam.”

“You know, that incredible ecstatic feeling that makes you love having

the whip wrap around your beautiful body?”

We both seemed surprised that I suddenly acknowledged that she,

indeed, had a beautiful body.  Without her noticing, I had picked up

the light belt.

(lash)  The belt landed right across her back “Oh, oh, OH!!” she said in

a high pitched muffled squeal.

(lash)  “Aahhh, ah.”

(lash)   “Ooh, oh, oh, dam!”

(lash)   “Oh, ahh, ahh.”

(lash)   Oh, Jesus, oh, aahh”

“Do you like the lash?”

“Oh…goddam, it hurts!”

(lash)  Tell me you want me to beat you…tell me!“

(lash)   Oh, aahh, aahh.”

(lash)  Do you want me to stop?

“No, not…yeeet!.  Beat me with your whip!  Keep beating me!!” 

Whip me!  Keep whipping me.”  Beeet my body with the whip!!  Beeet 

me with the whip!!”

(lash)  “You’re starting to get the feeling, aren’t you:  That good sexual

feeling, aren’t you?” 

(lash)  “Tell me.  Are you starting to get the feeling, the goood feeling?!

(lash)  “Oh, aaah, it IS good!  Uuhh…It’s feeling good?”  

(lash)  “Are you getting the fucking feeling?!”

(lash) “Oohh, I am.  I am.  I’m getting a good feeling between my legs.”

(lash)   “Oh…it’s beginning to feel so good!” 

(lash)   “Aahhh.  Oh, my pussy’s feeling good.  Mmm.  It’s getting gooood!.”

(lash) “Oh.” (lash)  “Ahhh,” ah, ah. (lash)  Mmm.” “Whip me!”  Whip me,

faster!  I’m getting the feeling!!   I’m getting the feeling!!” she screamed.

I doubled the whip to half it size and began whipping her with very quick

short strokes. I circled her calves and thighs lashing her rapidly. 

Then I moved to her ass with quick lashes. I doubled and trebled the

speed of the lashes across her back and around her torso.  Now she was

shrieking audibly and pulling against the restraints after almost every lash.  

(lash) (lash)  (lash) (lash) (lash)   “Oh God!”  “Oh, Oohh!”  “Oh goddam.” 

“Aahh!  Eennhh!,  Ooooh, Ow!

(lash) (lash) (lash)  It’s good!  Its goood!  It’s gooood!!”

(lash)   “Oh  god…dammm, it hurts.” 

(lash) “Aahhh!  It hurts.  Ooh it hurts so fucking good. I’m getting a

good feeeeeling.  It stings.  I’m geting that gooood feeeling.”

(lash)  “Oh God, it’s getting soooo good!” 

(lash) (lash)  “Laaashh me, whiiiip me, faster, harder. Oh Christ,

whip me! .It’s sooo fucking…whipping…fucking good!!.” 

She was now moving her body back and forth straining at the bonds,

throwing her head back, moaning , squealing, crying  after each lash.

(lash)  “Ohhh, the feeellliinngg.  Oh goddam, it stings so bad, but the

feeling’s; the feelliinng’s getting so… so fucking good, sooo…goood!” 

(lash)  “Oooh  (lash) Oh, aah, aaaaahhh,   Don’t stop whipping me!  

I’m going to cummmm!!” 

She was writhing after each lash

“Do you want me to stop beating you?” I brought a hard lash (lash)

right across the top of her back.

“ Ow!  Aaahh.”  She now sounded like she was crying. Then she threw her head downward and her voice strengthened. 

“Oh God.  Laaaash me! Whiiiip whip me!”

(lash)  “Oh the feeling…the feeelliiiing.  It’s soo good. Hunnneee…It’s sooo dammm good!” 

(lash)  “Ahh”

(lash) “Lash me, Hunnneeee!.  It’s so dam fucking wonderful…Hunneee… 

fucking… goooood!   Cummming! cummming!!  My back is burning.  Oh Christ, it’s sooo  good. I’m going… to… cummm!”
(lash)  Cumming!!  Wonderfulll  feeeeloing… cumming, aaahh!

(lash)  (lash)   “Ahhh, ooh,  whip meeee!!

(lash)  “AAhhh!   OOohh!!  She was screaming.   

(lash)    Her voice became hoarse and her breaths were loud and long.

(lash)  “Laaaash me, whiiiip  me  Fuuuck me!”.

While lashing her back with quick short strokes, I reached between her legs

and rapidly massaged her labia.  Her teeth were clenched and

here eyes were tightly shut.

(lash)  “Oh Jesus, I’mm cumming again  “Oooo.” “Ahhh.”  “Ahhhaahh.” 

Oh God, what a fucking feeling!  “Oh.  Ohooooooooooooo!” she sustained

a high pitched squeal for what seemed like ten seconds.

(lash)  “Wait, she said breathlessly. no more!  Wait, no more, no more,

she begged,” half crying, half choking .  

She bent over the bed board and lay motionless, her hissing breaths coming

quickly in and out.  

I reached over an untied her wrists.  Then I bent down and released her ankles. 

I put my arms around her and laid her on the bed.  We just lay there motionless,

quietly.   She was crying softly.  Her eyes were closed, her quick breaths slowly diminishing. Another quiet minute passed.  She gradually became aware of

of the stinging pink stripes the whips left all over her body, she moaned.

“Mmmm,” I think I’m on fire.”         

“Did you like that whipping? I said, softly.

“NO!” she replied loudly.  You’re just a goddam sadist.  And I’m doing

this for the money, remember that!!”

“Hmm,” I said. “Ok, then I guess you don’t want to watch the video tapes

with me, do you?” 

She didn’t reply.  

After about a half minute of silence, “I might,” she offered, “If you

get me something to drink.  She again lay quiet and motionless.  

I came back from the kitchen and handed her a soft drink. 

“I have to be naked lying on the bed, when I watch them,” I said. 

“Right!” she chirped, “and you’re NOT a sadist?”   

“I expect you to be naked, too, when you watch them with me.”

“Where’d you dream up that idea?” 

“Remember, you’re still on the clock.  And that’s part of the deal.”

“Well when you put it like that, I guess I have to,” she said. 

“At least we don’t have to go to the trouble of taking off our

clothes, again.” I laughingly consoled.

I got up and went to the video camera taking out the last of the

three tapes we made. 

“But when do I get to whip you?” she asked, her voice now firm,

almost sarcastic. “Do we watch the tapes first, then I whip you?”

“Do you want to whip me right now?“

“No…not right now,” she pondered. 

“How about after we watch the tapes?” I suggested.  “Do you think

you’ll feel like swinging the whips then?  The tapes might inspire you.” 

“If I’m whipping you, I won’t need any tapes to inspire me,” she said,

sardonically. “Maybe I’ll whip you after we watch the tapes. I really

don’t hurt too much.  Will you cum, like I did?” 

“I’d love too, I said, laughing.  That depends on you.  How much sex

you put into it will determine how much sexual good we both get

out of it.”   

Then I began to laugh.  I rolled over on my back. 

“You know, you really are a masochistic little bitch inside that nice

body, aren’t you?  Now that you know how good erotic whipping is,

you really only want to see if you can feel the pleasure you think I get

when I’m beating YOU--right!  So I guess the truth is we’re BOTH

really sadomasochists…isn’t THAT right!?” 

She smiled and rolled over on her back slowly, sensually drawing one leg

up and over her torso.     

“Hah ha ha!” she laughed loudly.  She looked straight into my eyes.

“When did you get your first clue?”    

END

 

(Chapter four T. K.   C. C.)