by JJ Argus
Her fist moved in and out, twisting and turning, pumping inside me, as she rolled the vibrator back and forth against my clitoris, and the entire world could just disappear so far as I was concerned. This was all that mattered! This was all that existed in the universe for me! This churning vortex of sensations that threatened to rip my mind to pieces!
I don't even remember it stopping. I don't remember them releasing me, or how I got back to the cage. My next conscious memory was of laying in the cage, dazed, stunned, tremors still rolling through my body.
There was little time for introspection, though. They didn't leave me alone there for long. When they came back for me it was to have me crawling back to the main room, where I was to experience another of the interesting perverted gadgets they had installed.
This was the 'sawhorse' thing. They had me stand and throw a leg across it, straddling it. There was a sort of round ball on top, like a golf ball, and they sat me directly atop it so that it pushed up into my bottom. My wrists were raised up above my head and shackled there, and my ankles were pulled well apart, so that all my weight was sitting on the tender portion of my anatomy pressing down on the narrow top edge of the horse.
That edge was probably no more than two inches wide, at most, and the portion of my anatomy pressing against it, of course, with all my weight behind it, was my sex and tailbone. I had no idea what this was in aid of, and could not have asked, of course, even if they hadn't left the gag in my mouth.
But it took very little time before I began to ache down there. I could use my arms to relieve the pressure a little, but that had a diminishing time frame of usefulness, of course. I could not hold my body up to any real degree with my puny arms.
Erin found another vibrator, a smaller one, which she attached to the top of the 'horse', pressing it against my clitoris. That had its usual effect. I think I was becoming addicted to vibrations, in fact.
The sexual heat began to rise around me and envelop my mind and body, which were both still not anywhere near recovered from the intensity of the orgasms I had just experienced. And so pain and pleasure melded together against my grown, with the pleasure winning over, at least at first.
Kathleen moved in, then, and, oddly, with cotton ball in hand. She used it against the center of my right breast, and I caught the strong scent of alcohol. She rubbed another ball against the center of my left breast, leaving both feeling cool and tingly, though of course, fully erect.
She then picked up a strange, stainless steel tool. It was something like, well, sort of a stapler, in that it had these jaws at the end, which she carefully placed on either side of my right nipple. Then she squeezed something, and there was a metallic clicking sound as a very sharp pain made my nipple sting horribly!
I jerked and cried out at the pain, though it faded instantly into a kind of dull ache. She ignored me, placing the thing against my other breast, and I again felt that intense pain!
I noticed now that she was wearing rubber gloves, not like the shiny leather PVC ones Erin had worn earlier, but like the kind doctors wore. She had a thick gold ring in hand, and gripped my breast, then began to work the edge of the open ring against my nipple!
It stung again, though not nearly as much as that first time, and felt like it was being stretched out! When she drew her hands away, though, I saw that the ring remained, right through my nipple! She had pierced my nipples!
I felt a sense of awe and indignation at that. I was mostly pleased, though, since that struck me as something really sexy and hot, and, after all, the pain had already been endured. That was in the past. Oh, they still ached, yes, but the thought of having rings in my nipples was hot, despite the continuing ache.
The pain between my legs mounted, but so too did the dark heat. I was helplessly excited at seeing the rings piercing my nipples, and with the way Erin was grinding the vibrator against my clitoris, how could I not have another powerful orgasm!?
That, unfortunately, was the high point of things. They weren't doing it to please me, after all, but to teach me, to discipline me, to train me. So they left me there for a time, with the ache between my legs growing continually worse!
Of course, I couldn't sit still. I kept wriggling, twisting, shifting my weight, trying to ease the pain. And, of course, my arms soon became exhausted and useless in holding me up, as beads of sweat began to run down my body and I began to moan and gasp in pain!
I was so relieved when Kathleen and Erin showed up again! Erin was still dressed in that PVC leather outfit, except now she wore a very short leather skirt in place of the shorts. And they hadn't come to release me. Instead, Kathleen was giving Erin instructions on the use of a different whip, one they called a flog.
The flog was a short handled thing with long, thin leather strips. Kathleen swung it across my back, and I gasped, twisting helplessly as the thin laces stung my pale skin.
“... use your arm and shoulder,” she was saying. “Start in easy, and build up strength as you watch your slave to see how it reacts.”
I blinked dazedly at her words, even as the pain between my legs throbbed, and she swung the flog against me again, and then again.
What was that she had said?!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
I gasped and yelped, jerking in and back as my back began to grow hot and pink!
Her slave?!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
I cried out as the stinging grew worse, moaning and twisting and pulling at the restraints holding my ankles and wrists in place as my weight ground down and my back burned hotter!
Erin was trying it now, the laces slicing across my back again and again as I cried out in more and more frantic pain!
Kathleen stepped forward and undid the buckle on the ball gag strap, then worked the sopping ball slowly out of my stiff mouth.
“I will now give you temporary permission to speak, Kitty,” she said. “But only as directed.”
'Please!” I gasped dazedly.
Crack! The flog cut across my back with stinging force!
“That was not as directed. You will only speak as spoken to. Now what is my name?”
“K-Kathle – “ Crack!
I cried out at the fresh blow.
“My name is Mistress Kathleen. What is my name?”
I moaned weakly.
Crack!
“Ah! Mistress Kathleen!” I cried.
“That's correct. “What is my daughter's name?”
“E-erin?”
Crack!
I squealed at the stinging blow!
“She is Mistress Erin. What is her name?”
“Mistress Erin!” I cried.
“And what is my name?”
“Mistress Kathleen!” I exclaimed frantically.
“And what is your name?”
I hesitated.
Crack!
“Oh! Kitty! I cried.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
I squealed and cried out again and again as the flog cut into my back.
“You will never answer a question or address either of us without appending the word 'mistress' to your sentence. Do you understand me, Kitty?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress Kathleen!” I gasped desperately.
“What is your name?”
“Kitty, Mistress Kathleen!”
Now you might think I would be indignant at being told to address her like that, or think it was idiotic, or even refuse. But I was dazed and half exhausted and burning with pain now, and wasn't really thinking or caring a damn about little, inconsequential things like pride and dignity!
“Would you like to be let down from there, Kitty?”
“Yes, Mistress Kathleen!”
Crack! Crack!
I cried out, arching and twisting helplessly!
“I didn't hear a please in there, Kitty.”
“Please, Mistress Kathleen!” I cried.
“You belong to Erin. You must beg her.”
“Please, Mistress Eri
n!” I cried.
Crack!
“Is she a mind reader, Kitty? What do you want of her?”
“Please let me down, Mistress Erin!”
Crack!
“No, I think I enjoy this,” Erin said.
“Please, Mistress Erin!” I half sobbed.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“You aren't being very convincing, slave Kitty,” Kathleen said.
“Please let me down, Mistress Erin!” I cried.
Crack! Crack!
“Ahh! Please! Oh! Ahh!”
Erin was swinging the flog now in a way which made the long, thin laces curl around my ribs and snap at the sides of my breasts!
“Please let me down, Mistress Erin!” I cried.
“I think if you want her to let you down, even though she's enjoying herself, you will have to come up with some alternative she might enjoy more, slave Kitty,” Kathleen said. “I'll leave you two together.”
I squealed and cried out again and again as Erin sent the flog sweeping down across my back, the laces curling around my ribs to bite into the soft, tender flesh of my breasts!
“Please Mistress Erin!” I begged.
“But I'm enjoying myself, slave Kitty,” she said calmly.
My mind was churning, as they will when you're starting to grow panicky! I hurt so much between the legs! And now these continuing blows from the flog were making me crazy! At least the pain between my legs was this huge dull thing. The pain from the flog was very sharp and stinging!
“What do you think you could do which would be more pleasant for me than this, slave Kitty?” she asked.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
What I could do!? What could I do!? What could I do that would make her rather do that than this!?
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Then it came to me in a sudden jolting awareness.
“Please! Please can I lick you, Mistress Erin!?” I cried desperately.
She paused.
“Lick me where, slave Kitty?” she asked.
“A-anywhere you want me to!” I gasped.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
“You forgot to say Mistress Erin,” she said sternly.
“Anywhere you want me to, Mistress Erin!” I half sobbed.
“I don't know,” she said. “this is quite a bit of fun.”
Crack!
“If you put a lot of serious effort into it, and obey me instantly, then I might let you down,” She said. “But the instant I think you aren't trying hard enough, back up there you go. Do you understand, Slave Kitty?”
“Yes, Mistress Erin!” I cried.
Tears of frustration and pain were spilling down my cheeks by then, and I was so incredibly relieved when she put the flog down and came up behind me.
“Bring your arms down behind your back as soon as I release them from the chain,” she said.
I felt the tension drop free and I dropped my arms, trembling, bringing them in behind my back so she could lock my wrists together there.
Then she unhooked the chains from my ankle restraints and my feet dropped to the floor. I groaned in incredible relief as I was able to take my weight slowly off my groin, and lift myself up off the horse, sliding my ass up over the ball, at the same time.
“I want you on your belly in front of me, Kitty,” she said. “And instantly.”
She helped me swing my trembling leg over the edge of the 'horse' and I immediately dropped down to my knees, then onto my belly, groaning with relief as she moved in front of me.
“Now, as to your tongue, you can start on my boot,” she said, pushing one foot forward. “And remember that only an enthusiastic response will keep you from going back up on the horse.”
I was a little crazed by then, so I wriggled frantically forward until I could reach her boot with my mouth, then began to lick desperately at it while she looked down. Again, pride and dignity were not even in existence, so far as my mind was concerned.
“I want your tongue on every part of this boot,” she said sternly. “All the way back around the ankles.”
I continued to lick strongly, and the moment I eased up a bit she asked me if I was losing my enthusiasm.
“Maybe you'll feel more enthusiastic after another couple of hours on the horse, slave girl,” she said sternly.
I licked wildly at her boot, then! And even when she raised it up so that I could lick at the underside, I didn't hesitate!
I cried out dazedly as she filled her fist with my hair, using it to lift me to my knees before her. Her other hand was raising her skirt as she spread her legs, and I didn't need her to tell me what she wanted me to do as she guided my mouth in against her!
She jerked my head sharply up and back, making me cry out in pain.
“Who am I?”
“Mistress Erin!” I cried.
“Who are you?”
“Kitty, Mistress Erin!”
She twisted her fingers painfully in my hair.
“Slave Kitty,” she said. “Who are you?”
“Slave Kitty, Mistress Erin!”
She jammed my lips down onto hers again and I licked hard and fast, but then she jerked me back by the hair again, forcing my back to arch sharply.
“Who am I?”
“Mistress Erin!” I cried.
“Who are you?”
“Slave Kitty, Mistress Erin!”
A dozen or more times she did the same as I licked her. The pain between my legs faded, though of course, it still ached. The pain in my nipples was still there, throbbing. The pain from the flogging had faded almost completely, although my skin felt raw and tender.
I wasn't exactly performing oral sex like a champion lesbian. I was just licking frantically to keep her from putting me back on the horse. So I guess she didn't have a lot of trouble resisting my efforts.
She stopped me again, jerking back on my hair.
“Sit back on your heels, knees wide, head back.”
I sank to my knees, gasping, trembling, moaning as I lay my head way back. I saw her doing something, then getting low in front of me. I heard a buzzing sound, one which was becoming familiar.
Then the vibrator pressed against my sex, oh so lightly. It still hurt, making the ache flare as it moved very gently up and down against me! I moaned and whimpered, but didn't move as she continued it.
And then... and then the extremely over sensitized nerve endings there began to respond to the vibrator, and they did so in a rush, a flood, an explosive rise of heat and dark pleasure that made me cry out again and again, hips bucking helplessly, muscles spasming. Then the orgasm hit and I cried out again and again as she jammed the thing against me and rubbed it hard!
Chapter Nine
The 'training' was exhausting, deliberately so, of course. Kathleen made me throw my body from position to position, bringing the crop down against my aching skin at every opportunity, at every hesitation or failure. Then she hung me by my ankles, legs spread wide 'to rest'.
For hours and hours.
The thing was, I was still aroused. I mean, there was this bubbling well of sexuality and heat within me which seemed to have no end. Sometimes I was anxious. Sometimes I was in pain. Sometimes I was exhausted. So sometimes that bubbling sexual hunger was pushed into the background. But it was always there.
Hanging upside down was embarrassing, I mean, what with how obscene it was, given my legs were wide apart and everything I had was laid bare, so to speak. She blindfolded me, gagged me, and then left me like that with my wrists cuffed behind my back for I don't know how long, but a long while.
My head ached, at first, with the blood rushing to it from being upside down, but it slowly settled down over time. I was startled, but not surprised when someone began to touch me, when fingers caressed my clitoris, and then I was penetrated by objects.
I felt some kind of pressure against my clitoris that was not someone's fingers, something hard. Then there was a buzzing, and from the pressure around my clitoris
but not on it I knew it was that paper clip thing, the hollow metal clip which framed my clit and buzzed.
That increased the background hum of sexuality and sexual hunger within me, but not to the point of orgasm. I mean, I was upside down with my legs spread wide, and I was more than slightly exhausted and dazed. It would take more than that to bring me off.
But it did keep my body humming for a very long time.
When I was finally lowered, Kathleen's voice ordered me into that familiar face down, bottom up position, and I dizzily obeyed, slack jawed – or I would have been, had it not been for the ball gag forcing my mouth wide – and dazed.
I don't know if it was her or Erin, but one of them then rode me hard and fast with a strap-on. I didn't know and didn't care. With her hands jerking on my hair, slapping my bottom and her hips pounding the thick dildo into my belly I came again, very powerfully.
Then hands raised me up, more than one pair, so I knew they were both there. My wrists were unclipped, then raised high, and attached to something, chains or ropes. Again, I didn't know, except that I was left there for more hours to fall into a state of half consciousness.
I was wakened with a mouth between my legs, a tongue licking at me, and a slowly rising orgasm.
Exhausted, I ate while on my knees, taking my food from Erin's fingers, and thanking her each time, then I got to sleep a little bit in the cage, but just a little bit, before there was more of that frantic movement from one position to another to another again.
Erin petted me for doing 'good' and switched me for being 'bad'. She bathed me, took me walking in the yard to go to the bathroom, gave me enemas, and fucked me silly. I crawled most places, and I wore no clothing whatever. It was odd what that did to my head after just a few days...
I spent at least an hour each day sitting on a thick dildo, wrists and ankles bound behind me, head cast back, tongue up and outstretched and held, at first by the clamp, then after Kathleen pierced my tongue, by a chain attached to the thick ring in my tongue.
I also had to lick lick Erin's leather shoes or boots, from toe to ankle and then underneath and across the top, as well as licking milk off the floor every morning.