The Torment of Lorraine Baker · Part 2

The Torment of Lorraine Baker · Part 2 (2/2)
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“Yes, Mistress.”

“I hope you are aware that this makes you quite a valuable property. There are many owners that would pay handsomely for a slave with your potential,” said Gail.

“I belong to Master Todd,” Lorraine stated firmly.

“Yes, and that is admirable. But a submissive with your potential is rare indeed,” Gail observed.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Let us continue then.”

Mistress Gail then stepped back and uncoiled the whip once more. It was a natural reaction for Lorraine to tense within her chains, even as the prospect of more discipline beckoned that she desired.

Swish, crack. “Twenty one.”

Swish, crack. “Twenty two.”

Swish, crack. “Twenty three.”

Swish, crack. “Twenty four.”

Swish, crack. “Twenty five. Aieeeee.”

Mistress Gail made certain to circle about the helpless Lorraine, so that the whip would not strike the same place twice. Every part of Lorraine’s naked and exposed body soon was adorned with the red stripes left behind by the whip.

In addition, Mistress Gail had begun to use even stronger strokes of the whip, in order to test how experienced Lorraine was under the lash.

“I think it is time that we raise the stakes,” said Mistress Gail.

She clicked her heels over to the wall rack where Todd displayed his toys. She removed a linked pair of nipple clamps, which she first displayed to Lorraine.

“Has Master Todd ever used these on you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good.”

Mistress Gail then proceeded to place them on Lorraine’s erect nipples. They were two pieces of metal with rubber tips at the ends, and they closed by use of a metal slide. Lorraine gasped when her right nipple was confined, and then her left suffered the same fate.

They were joined together by a metal chain, and Mistress Gail gave it a firm pull. Even though she was bound Lorraine tried to move her helpless body forwards to lessen the pain on her nipples.

“Sensitive, isn’t she?” Mistress Gail commented.

“After she’s been trained, I’m sure that she will be able to take a lot more pain. Isn’t that right, Lorraine?”

“Yes, Master,” Lorraine quickly answered.

“She responds quickly,” Mistress Gail observed.

“Yes, she learned that after just one session with the whip,” Todd replied.

“Then she will be easy to train,” said Mistress Gail.

“Yes,” Todd agreed.

Lorraine, of course, knew to remain silent unless directly asked a question. Failure to do so would have resulted in an immediate punishment.

“Shall we continue, Lorraine?”

“Yes, Mistress Gail.”

Swish, crack. “Twenty six.”

Swish, crack. “Twenty seven, aieeeee.”

Swish, crack. “Twenty eight, aieeeeee.”

Swish, crack, “Twenty nine, aieeeeee.”

Swish, crack. “Thirty, aieeeee.”

“I love your screams, Lorraine. Feel free to continue,” Mistress Gail ordered her helpless captive.

Lorraine stole a quick glance at herself in the playroom mirror. Her breasts, thighs, and legs all bore the signs of the whip. There were red marks everywhere, and she knew without seeing that her naked back would have been thoroughly striped as well.

Mistress Gail had been steadily increasing the force of every stroke of the whip, and Lorraine was now screaming every time the whip struck her naked body. Still, this was what she had always wanted. What she had fantasized about. Being placed in bondage and tormented.

At home, she had once watched an adult video, and one female character had said to another that nice girls don’t get whipped. Well, Lorraine was a nice girl, and she did want to get whipped, and a lot more besides.

Lorraine’s naked body was now covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and droplets ran down her armpits, tummy, and between her naked thighs. Even in her distressed condition, Lorraine could smell the scent of her arousal that the whip had generated in her naked body.

“Does she come under the whip?” Gail asked her host.

“Yes, and soon too,” Todd answered.

Swish, crack. “Thirty one, aieeeee.”

Swish, crack. “Thirty two, aieeee.”

Swish, crack. “Thirty three, aieeeeee.”

Swish, crack. “Thirty four, aieeeeee.”

Swish, crack. “Thirty five, aieeeeee.”

“She screams very well,” Gail observed.

“Lorraine has learned that pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin,” Todd replied.

Lorraine began to shake and twist in her chains, as she felt the unmistakable signs of an oncoming orgasm. The harsh whipping, her implacable bondage, her beating heart, had all sexually aroused her in a way that normal vanilla sex could not.

“Mistress, may I come?” asked Lorraine.

“Not just yet, darling, just a few more strokes,” Mistress Gail answered.

Swish, crack. “Thirty six, aieeee,”

Swish, crack. “Thirty seven, aieeee.”

Mistress Gail was now delivering one harsh stroke after another, and Lorraine knew that each time her naked body was being marked by the whip. Her screams of pain belied the fact that this was what she always wanted in a relationship. She twisted in her chains in a futile attempt to avoid the whip, but all she succeeded in doing was to scrape the floor with her high heels. Hung in the shape of an “X” her naked body was vulnerable and exposed to the whip.

Swish, crack. “Thirty eight, aieeee.” Lorraine let loose an especially loud scream when the whip found it’s way between her legs and landed on her shaven sex.

Swish, crack. “Thirty nine, aieeee.” Choosing a different target this time, the whip struck her back and shoulder blades.

Swish, crack. “Forty, aieeeeee.” Lorraine screamed even more loudly when the whip landed on her exposed and defenseless breasts, and incredibly the nipple clamps still held onto her exposed and erect buds.

“You may come,” Mistress Gail ordered.

Like a battery that had stored up energy, Lorraine (who had demonstrated immense control) suddenly released her sexual energies in a sudden burst of orgasms. Like a tsunami, one orgasm after another tore through her naked and chained body.

“Oooooooh. Oooooooh. Ooooooooh,” Lorraine cried as her sweat covered and punished naked body discharged all of her stored sexual tension all at once.

After the ordeal of her severe discipline and her eventual sexual climax, Lorraine hung exhausted in her chains.

“You’re right,” Mistress Gail observed, “Lorraine is a promising submissive indeed, thank you for letting me use her.”

“The evening is still young,” Todd replied, “now you’ll see how she performs in the bedroom.”

Lorraine, of course, remained silent in her bondage, her naked body striped from the whip and her pussy wet from the sexual climaxes that she had been given permission to have by Mistress Gail.

Two hours later, after Lorraine had bathed, eaten and allowed to rest the night continued in Master Todd’s bedroom.

Master Todd sat naked at the head, nude with his legs opened and holding a riding crop in his hands.

Lorraine was on her hands and knees, collared with matching bondage bracelets on her wrists and ankles, and the red rubber ball gag still tied around her neck. She was totally naked, and her body bore the signs of the whipping that she had undergone.

At the foot of the bed stood Mistress Gail. She was totally nude as well, holding a riding crop. Except that she wore a dildo harness around her waist with a large rubber cock protruding.

“Todd, I always wanted one of these. Perhaps I might have earned more at my job had I been a man instead of a woman,” said Gail as she unrolled a rubber condom over the latex shaft.

“You may have been born without a cock, my dear, but you have more than made up for it by the use of the whip,” Todd observed.

“Thank you, darling. I’ll be happy to give you the nicest blowjob for that compliment.”

“You’re welcome, Gail. Except that now Lorraine will be servicing me. “You may begin, Lorraine.”

“Yes, Master.”

Lorraine bent down and took the flaccid shaft of her Master into her mouth. She was not in a rush, since that would displease him. Instead, she began to suck gently, her lips taking his organ into her mouth. Her tongue circling his glans, then running under his shaft to lick his balls.

She took the scent of his male arousal into her nostrils, and inhaled the heady, salty sweat of his organ into her nose, which sent her into instant sexual desire. Her nipples were hard again, and her sex wet. Ever since she had met Todd, he had always kept her in a constant state of sexual readiness.

Sometimes he would phone her, and order her to masturbate. She would always have a pair of nipple clamps along with a vibrator nearby. Todd did not want to deny her orgasms or sexual pleasure when she was alone. He wanted her hot at all times, to keep her ready for both the whip and his bed.

Just as she felt Todd responding to her efforts, she felt Gail’s hands begin to caress her naked back. It was then that Todd began to gently tap her back and shoulders with the riding crop to encourage her to suck his slowly lengthening shaft.

Then she felt Gail’s hands grasp her hips, and she opened her legs a bit wider because she knew that impalement from behind was going to be Gail’s next test of her. Lorraine was not disappointed when she felt the latex clad rubber shaft first gently probe at her exposed pussy lips, and then was suddenly rammed inside her.

With her mouth full of Todd’s cock she managed to avoid biting him, which would have resulted in a severe punishment indeed. Lorraine had learned the arts of erotic control as his submissive; and now she was demonstrating them for her Master and his guest.

“Mmmmmmmph,” was all that Lorraine managed with a mouthful of cock and a second rubber shaft inside her sex.

Being taken from behind was her favorite sexual position. Of all the men she had ever been with, Todd was the only the second one who used her in this manner. The first had been an early lover who she had had a brief fling with over a summer. After that she had always asked her newest boyfriend to fuck her from behind, but all they ever did was to screw her under the covers, missionary position.

It wasn’t until she had met Todd that she finally had the man of her dreams, who place her under the lash and in bondage, and then take her sexually in the way she always wanted.

Lorraine sucked and slurped, and gradually Todd’s erect shaft filled her mouth and down her throat, the top of his cock nudging the roof of her mouth. Her Master showed expert erotic control of his sex. Other men would have come too quickly, ejaculating too fast. But not Todd. His cock was rock hard within her mouth, matching the rubber shaft now thrusting deep within her pussy.

“Mmmmmmmph,” Lorraine moaned.

There was nothing comparable to be taken in her mouth and pussy at the same time. She felt like a common whore, which also excited her deeply.

When jets of Todd’s come spurted into her mouth, she began a frantic effort to swallow his sperm, as he had taught her at the point of the riding crop. It was at that same moment when her stimulated cunt came in response to the pounding it was taking from Mistress Gail’s shafting of her.

“Mmmmmmmph.”

“Aaaaaaaaah,” Todd groaned as he spent himself in his submissive’s eager and willing mouth.

From behind, Mistress Gail continued to pound away at her pussy, which was sopping wet. Lorraine had never felt anything like this before, and was truly enjoying every moment. The combination of first discipline and now having her mouth and cunt used simultaneously was a wholly new experience. If this is what being a submissive meant, then Lorraine wanted more.

“Mmmmmmmmph,” Lorraine moaned as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her naked body.

She stole a sideways glance at the bedroom mirror, and was proud at what she saw. There she was, Lorraine Baker, corporate trainer, being trained herself in the erotic arts. Perhaps next time, she would be able to take fifty harsh strokes with the whip.

“Stand still, my dear,” ordered Mistress Gail.

“Yes, Mistress,” Lorraine answered quickly.

It was Sunday morning, and they were again in Todd’s playroom. Both Master Todd and Mistress Gail were dressed alike in black t-shirts and jeans, except that Gail was wearing her usual black high heels.

Lorraine was naked, wearing nothing but her collar and the locking high heels upon her feet. Mistress Gail was now going to make her helpless once more.

“Palm to palm, Lorraine.”

Lorraine did as she was instructed, and felt the leather armbinder being pulled upwards over first her hands, forearms, and then elbows. She stood in silence as the zipper was pulled upwards to close the device over her limbs. Watching in the mirror, Mistress Gail then closed a small strap over her wrists, followed by one over her elbows. Lastly, two straps crossed her shoulders. There was no way that a naked girl could ever escape such a device. It pulled her arms back, making her flaunt her breasts.

Mistress Gail then retrieved a small chain from the toy rack, attaching one end to a metal ring at the end of the armbinder. At the other end of the small chain was another chain with just a few inches. First her right ankle was attached to the small chain, and then the left.

“You look simply wonderful, sweetie.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Lastly, the same nipple clamps were again attached to her erect buds. But then, finally, Lorraine was rewarded when Mistress Gail took the ball-gag from the rack, and from behind motioned for her to open her mouth.

Lorraine eagerly complied, and soon the red rubber ball was held within her mouth. She was now bound and gagged and totally helpless.

“Mmmmmmmph,” was all that could escape her lips.

Mistress Gail then took the riding crop from the rack, and held it in her hands. The handle was in her right hand, and when she grasped the tip she flexed the crop directly in front of Lorraine.

“Now, my dear, I want to see how you respond to being bound and gagged while I crop you. Don’t disappoint me.”

“Mmmmmmmph,”

Mistress Gail began by gently pulling at the chain that connected the two nipple clamps together. This forced Lorraine to take careful steps to comply.

Then Gail began to use the crop slowly, with small taps to her exposed thighs (which, of course, she could not close); and her bottom. After the harsh whipping that she had received the day before, this mild punishment seemed easy by comparison.

Standing directly in front of her captive, holding the small chain in her left hand that connected the two nipple clamps together to make sure that Lorraine would not flee. Mistress Gail then began to use the crop between her legs with her right hand. Like a metronome, she alternated striking first Lorraine’s left thigh and then her right. The impacts stung the most sensitive part of her female anatomy, and she moaned behind her gag.

For some reason unknown to her, perhaps it had been by design, perhaps by accident, neither of the two Dominants had chosen to gag and punish her at the same time. It was almost as if they had decided to further torment her by not placing the red rubber ball in her mouth.

Lorraine could have called out her safe-word “Gem” at any time, but had decided not to. Truth was, she craved discipline, the harder the better. For days afterwards, she would admire her marks in her full length bathroom mirror.

“Mmmmmmmmph.”

Mistress Gail then began to strike her pussy with the crop, hitting her exposed and vulnerable sex lips. Since she was shaved there was no protection for her sex, and she squealed with the ball still in her mouth.

“Mmmmmmmph.”

“Stop pretending, Lorraine. I can tell when a submissive enjoys her punishment, and you’re a classic bondage slut. You just love being punished with the ball in your mouth, now don’t you? By taking away the ability to protest, you have to endure whatever punishment I will give you. And you enjoy it totally. Isn’t that true, bitch?”

Lorraine nodded her head in agreement. Mistress Gail could see right through her.

“I know your type very well. You’re the haughty bitch who needs punishment most of all, isn’t that true?” demanded Mistress Gail.

Lorraine wished that she did not have the ball in her mouth so that she could contradict Mistress Gail. That she wasn’t a haughty bitch, but a woman who had dreamed of meeting a Master who would place her in chains and beneath the lash.

But she could not argue with a Mistress, and certainly now while bound with a ball-gag in her mouth. All she could do was to stand there in her high heels and accept whatever punishment that Mistress Gail would mete out to her.

“Mmmmmmph,” she moaned as the crop slashed away at her naked body.

But she would have it no other way.

The Torment of Lorraine Baker · Part 2 (2/2)
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