“Now, here’s the catch,” Helen said. “We don’t want that bell to ring. And only you can keep it from ringing. See, if you move too quickly”—she pushed my shoulder, and I jerked backward, pain shooting through my nipples and the bell ringing loudly—“or if you breathe too deeply”—I gasped as she pinched my nipple, and the bell rang—“the bell will ring. Now, we don’t want it to ring because each time it does, I’ll have to swat your rear with one of my instruments, and that would be very painful.”
I had to force myself not to look at her.
“So you see, you do have control of this situation, don’t you? You can choose to allow the bell to ring or not, can’t you?”
I breathed in a slow, long sigh, trying to keep my chest still. “Yes, ma’am,” I managed.
Helen laughed. “Good boy. But now, I have another little game to play.”
She reached between my legs and ran her hand across my clit. I inhaled sharply as my clit jumped under her touch. The bell rang.
“Not a good start, boy, but we won’t start counting until I’m ready. You see, you have to understand the rules of the game. You’re very hot and wet down here, so you’re ready to play, and I love the feel of it, so I’m ready to play, but there always have to be rules to a game, don’t there?” She waited.
My mind was racing. What was she going to do? “Yes, ma’am. If you want them, ma’am.”
“Good boy. You see, the object of this game is for me to play with your clit until you come. But you won’t allow me to make you come until I’ve finished my cigarette because if I have a lit cigarette in my hand when you come, you’re not sure what I’ll do with it.” I could sense evilness and a deep enjoyment in her voice. Fear raced through me. I could feel its effect in my cunt. “Besides, coming right away takes all the fun out of the game. It ends things much too soon unless you can come again and again and again. Can you?” She squeezed my breast roughly.
“I don’t know, Mistress. I’ve never actually counted.” I gasped and had to hold my breath to keep from shaking.
Helen chuckled. “Then I guess you’ll have to learn to control it. Now for the game. You have two objectives: one, not to come until my cigarette is finished, and two, not to let the bell ring because then I’ll have to punish you. Now, do you understand the rules of the game?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered softly, trying not to move.
“Good. Then let’s begin.” I watched as Neisy handed her one of her eight-inch Shermans and held a lighter for her. Helen took a deep drag on the cigarette, then reached into my crotch with her other hand.
At first, her fingers just probed and explored, but then a fingernail scratched my clit, and I jumped at the unexpected sensation. The bell rang.
“Not a good start, boy, unless you enjoyed the other night more than I thought,” Helen said. “I know you can do better than that.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered with my eyes closed.
“Good boy,” Helen said in her warmest voice. “Then let’s continue.”
Her fingers began their exploration again, returning time after time to my hardened clit. She massaged it gently, and I could feel the tension starting to build. I looked up at the chains attached to my wrists. Maybe I should count the links, maybe that will keep my mind off this.
Then Helen’s fingers dove deeply into me. I gasped. The bell rang. Then her fingers were back on my clit, massaging it very gently as if it was like a feather. Without looking at her, I could sense the evil in her demeanor. She wasn’t going to make this easy, was she?
She rolled my clit between her thumb and finger. Next, she’d run her finger around and around the edge, ever so lightly. The sensations were incredible. I looked at her cigarette. Not even an inch had burned away. How would I get through this? My body was already beginning to feel the surge of an oncoming climax.
But then, Helen stopped touching me. My body, already adjusted to the probing, wasn’t ready to be abandoned. It wanted more. It wanted to be touched and fondled.
“Please, Mistress,” I whimpered, “please.” The bell rang.
“Oh, I haven’t stopped, Little Butch. I was just flicking my ash away. There’ll be more. Lots more.” With that, she returned her hand to my wetness. Her touch, so gentle and light, was beginning to drive me crazy. My body was crying out to be touched, touched hard, fucked. Not just feather-brushed. I wanted to push into her hand, but it was always just on the edge of my reach.
I must have whimpered. The bell rang.
“Is there something you want, boy?” Helen asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” I answered, careful not to move for fear that the bell would ring again.
“What do you want, Little Butch?”
I was beside myself. Couldn’t she tell what I needed? Why was she holding back? “Touch me, please.”
“I am touching you. Ever so lightly, right here.” Her finger made a circle around my clit.
“Harder, please.”
“Are you telling me what to do?”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Oh no, ma’am. I’d never tell you what to do.”
“That’s good, because you can’t tell me what to do. You know that, don’t you, boy?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And why is that?”
“Because you’re in control. You are the Mistress.”
“Good.” I could sense her smile. “Do you still want me to touch you harder?”
I was about to lose it. I nodded.
She grabbed my face and lifted it. I had to keep my eyes shut to keep from looking into her face. “What?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And risk you coming before my cigarette is finished? I don’t think that would be wise, boy.”
My body trembled. I heard the bell, but I didn’t care. My body was crying out to be touched. I didn’t know how much longer I could take her teasing. I looked at her cigarette. It was only half gone. “Please, just a little harder, ma’am? Just a little, please, Mistress?”
“What do you think, Neisy? Should I put him out of his misery? Or make him wait like a good boy?”
“Make him wait, Mistress,” Neisy said, her voice husky and breathy. “It will teach him respect.”
“I agree. He needs to learn respect. He’s much too bold. Much, much too bold.”
Her fingers continued their circling at an ever-so-slow pace, barely touching me, but the sensations continued to unnerve me. I started to quiver and heard a ring.
“He must like being lashed, don’t you think, Neisy? That bell rings quite a bit, doesn’t it?”
“He’s never felt the lash, ma’am,” Neisy said. “Maybe he doesn’t know what he’s in for.” Her laughter rang in my ears.
“Well, Little Butch, I know you’re trying hard to control yourself, but you’ll have to try even harder. I can’t make this cigarette burn any faster.”
I looked at the ceiling. “I’m trying, ma’am,” I managed to say between shallow breaths as my body threatened to explode.
“I know, boy. This is a hard lesson, isn’t it?”
“Yes, ma’am.” The strokes were incredible, almost reaching that thin line that divided the pain from the pleasure. I was right on that tigh rope, ready to tumble into the pleasure, yet fully aware of the pain. God. Would this ever end?
The stroking continued. In my head, I counted the links of chain, recited the names of all the toys hanging in the armoire. I even searched the wallpaper for seams to count so I had some way to steady my concentration and control what was threatening to erupt. I’d never had to have this much control in my whole life.
Finally, I heard, “Look at my cigarette, boy.”
I opened my eyes and watched with joy as she ground it out in the ashtray Neisy held. As soon as she’d snuffed all the sparks, she drove her hand into my cunt.
I exploded. Wave after wave of incredible orgasm poured out of me. I heard the bell ringing somewhere in the distance, but I didn’t care. I was too awash in
sensations, the tensions in my muscles too intense.
I felt her arm around me. She held me close as her other hand worked its magic in my crotch. I let myself fall forward, laying my head against her shoulder.
“Such a good Little Butch,” she whispered into my hair. “You please me, boy. You please me a great deal.”
I leaned into her, trying to catch my breath. “Thank you, ma’am.” Neisy released my ankles from their cuffs, and I staggered to hold myself up.
“Take a moment,” Helen cautioned. “Enjoy it while you can.”
I drew a deep ragged breath as she pushed me back up on my own. My hands were still shackled, and that was the only thing that kept me from falling on my face.
“I don’t think we’ll need these anymore.”
I looked down just in time to see her take the clamps from my nipples. The world exploded, and I was engulfed in white lightning as pain shot through me. I screamed as the blood rushed back into the crushed skin and the numbed flesh jumped to life again. Helen hugged me close, her warm, strong embrace the only reality in my sea of sensations as the pain morphed into feelings that blended the pain and pleasure.
I passed out for a moment and felt a gentle, cool, wet towel being wiped across my face. As the pain subsided, I let myself hang from the ceiling, my mind completely blank. I couldn’t remember my name.
After a few minutes, Neisy loosened the chains, and I stumbled to remain standing as the chains lowered, and she released my wrists from the shackles. I grabbed my breasts and rubbed my nipples.
When I at last looked up, Helen was seated on her stool, watching me. “Very good, boy.” She smiled at me. “Very, very good.”
I melted under her approval and leaned back against the wall, still gasping for air. “Thank you, Mistress.” I grinned. I’d passed my first test.
But then she stood. “Now, there’s only the matter of the ringing bell.”
Oh shit, I’d forgotten. Could I fall on my knees and beg for leniency?
She must have read my mind. “You can’t avoid it. It was part of the deal. For every time the bell rang, you get your ass walloped. Wasn’t that part of the rules?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered, my mind racing in several directions, trying to figure out how to get out of this. The only escape I knew was to use my safe word and walk out, but then, I’d be lost. I’d never have those feelings from Helen again.
She stepped onto the platform, took me by the back of the neck, and led me to the center of the floor. “Now, you’ve felt this paddle, so it shouldn’t be a surprise even though this one may feel harder. But we’ll try it a little differently. This time, you won’t have the horse or my lap to lean against. You’ll have to keep yourself standing.” She took the paddle from Neisy. “There are other rules for this, so listen carefully.” She leered. “If you touch something to steady yourself, we add another lash. If your knee touches the floor, we add two more, or if you fall to the ground, we start all over again. Do you have any questions?”
I looked in fear at Neisy, hoping that there’d be something she could do to help, but she just laughed. “I think you’d better start before he dies of fright.”
“Okay, then.” Helen sneered. “Bend over. You can place your hands on your knees if it’ll help you balance, but be very careful. You don’t want to fall, do you?”
“No, ma’am,” I stammered. “I mean, yes, ma’am. I mean, I’d better not fall…” At that moment, the panic was so intense that I wasn’t really sure what I meant to say. I put my hands on my knees and tried to calm my breathing, but my mind focused back on the feel of Helen’s hands touching me.
“Now, let’s see, how many times did the bell ring? Were either of you keeping count?”
I looked a Neisy. I hadn’t been keeping track. “Six or seven?” Neisy said.
“I would have guessed twelve or fifteen,” was Helen’s answer. “What did you count, boy?”
I tried to swallow, but my mouth was so dry, I could barely force my lips into words. “Six?”
Helen just laughed. “I think the two of you are in a conspiracy here. I know it was more than six, but since I can’t prove it, I’ll compromise. Let’s say eight.”
I looked up at Neisy. “Thank her,” she mouthed.
“Yes, eight would be right, ma’am. Thank you very much, Mistress.”
The very first slap of the lash stunned me and sent me flying forward. I struggled to maintain my balance, and it was only at the last moment that I didn’t grab the padded bench as I stumbled toward it.
“Get back here.”
I staggered back to the place in front of her and bent over once again.
The second, third, and fourth slaps hurt even more, but I was determined to keep my balance even though my knees were starting to weaken. I was gasping for breath as I bent over for the fifth. This time, when the lash struck, my knees buckled, and I touched the floor to keep from falling. I looked down to make sure my knee hadn’t touched.
“That will make number nine,” Helen said with too much joy in her voice.
“Yes, Mistress,” I gasped. “Thank you.”
I was determined not to let it happen again, so I braced myself. Tears ran down my face, but I sniffed back a sob as the sixth one hit. My ass was on fire. It was much worse than the previous night, and on top of it, I had to concentrate to stay on my feet.
The seventh hit me a little lower than the others, and I stumbled again, losing my balance and touching the floor.
“That’s ten,” Helen said. “You must really like this.”
“Yes, ma’am, thank you.” Before I could brace myself again, the eighth one sent me stumbling to my knees.
“That makes it an even dozen. Right, boy?”
“Yes, ma’am. An even dozen,” I managed between sobs. I’d show Helen that I was worth it, that I could be her boy, and I would get through this.
“I’ll make it easy on you, seeing this is your first lesson. While you’re on your hands and knees, crawl to the armoire and bring me the short black switch. Carry it in your mouth.”
I glanced up at Neisy, who stood looking at Helen with great concern. “Do you think he’s ready for that?” she asked hesitantly.
Helen turned to her. “Would you rather take this for him? We can start at number one if you feel like questioning me.”
Neisy took a step back. “Oh no, Mistress. I would never question you. I was just concerned that he might not be able to please you as much as you wish. He is new.”
“Yes, he’s new,” Helen said. “But he learns fast and wants to please me so much. Don’t you, boy?”
“Oh, yes, ma’am,” I said. “I’ll learn fast.” I’d do whatever she asked because I wanted to please her.
“Then get me the switch.”
I crawled to the armoire as quickly as I could without causing my ass to burn even more. I looked inside, trying to remember which one was the right switch.
“Show him,” Helen commanded.
Neisy reached for the slender rod and held it out so that I could take it between my teeth. I crawled back to Helen.
“Seeing this is your first time, I’ll make it even easier. You won’t have to stand. Put your head on the floor, but keep your ass as high as you can.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am,” I said, leaning to the floor.
Helen paced behind me. “Now, how many have we had so far?”
“Eight, ma’am.”
“And how many in all?”
“Twelve, ma’am.”
“Just twelve?”
“Yes, please.” I was beside myself. Was this torture part of the lesson?
I could see her black shoes pacing.
“So how many are left?”
“Four, ma’am.”
Before I could brace myself, the rod bit into my ass. I howled in pain and gasped for breath. The pain spread up my body and into my head.
“Was that right?” Helen asked.
“Yes,
Mistress,” I managed between sobs. “Thank you.”
“So that leaves three?”
Why was she torturing me with these questions? Why not just get it over with? “Yes, ma’am, Three more, please.”
“Such a good little boy. Neisy, did you hear how grateful and appreciative he is?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Neisy murmured.
“And only three more? Don’t you want an extra one, Little Butch?”
“Only three more, please, ma’am.” I was breathing hard as the tears fell. I wanted to yell, “Hit me and get it over with,” but something told me not to.
The next two came in rapid succession. My whole body was on fire. Sweat poured down my face, and I was having a hard time concentrating. My mind disintegrated into a little pile around my knees. I didn’t feel the floor or the air. I floated in a bubble filled with sound and sensations. I was shaking uncontrollably. The wait for the last one seemed interminable.
The last one hit me below my butt, at the top of my thighs, and just grazed my clit. My body erupted. I wasn’t sure if I was coming or if the pain so engulfed me that I’d soared to another reality. Whatever it was, pleasure or pain or a combination, it was incredible.
The next thing I knew, Neisy was sitting beside me on the floor, wiping my bruised butt with a cool, wet towel. I was sprawled facedown.
“Are you awake, Little Butch?” Helen asked, kneeling beside me.
“Yes, ma’am.” I could feel her caress on my back. She sat on the floor and pulled me into her lap. I buried my face in her thigh and let the tears flow. My butt still burned.
“You’re not getting snot all over my clothes, are you?”
“No, ma’am.” Neisy handed me the towel, and I wiped the tears and sweat from my face.
“You have pleased me very much tonight, Little Butch. I’m very happy with your progress.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” I said between sobs.
She curled me into her arms and rocked me gently until my tears subsided. I sank into her embrace, feeling as if my world revolved in these two arms. Her caresses on my back and butt felt like the most soothing balm I could imagine. I’d just committed my life to this wonderful woman. All I wanted was to remain here forever.
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