Mistress Beverly · Part 2

Mistress Beverly · Part 2 (2/2)
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Monica slowly got to her feet. She winced when she ran her hand over one of her nipples and her muscles were stiff and sore. The Beautiful corset she wore was now sweat stained and filthy. Her nylons had runs in them and one was down around her ankle. She had to relieve her self and realized why the pail was in the corner. Even before she tried the door she knew it was locked. She sat in the corner, clutching her knees to her chest and cried. She thought about the terrible beating Beverly had given her and tried not to think about what else might be in store for her. Beverly had said that she would enjoy her for the whole weekend. She was scared, but she could still not help but think about that wonderful orgasm.

It was quite cool, and Monica was shivering. She found an old blanket that was full of holes and covered herself as best she could. She had not eaten since breakfast on Friday and she was terribly thirsty. She opened a jar of peaches that was on the shelf and digging out the fruit with her dirty fingers she ate it and drank the juice. The cool fruit revived her and she was surprised how good she felt. She rolled up in her blanket and lay on the dirty floor. She lay there wondering what was in store for her and then she slept.

Monica was surprised that she had slept. She was slightly disorientated, but she felt a presence in the room and opened her eyes. Beverly stood in the open door.

"On your feet!" she commanded " It is Time to start a new day."

Monica rose, and head hung, stood in front of Beverly. She was a little stiff, but felt much better than she could have even hoped, considering what she had been through the previous evening.

"I trust that you are well rested." said Beverly "You were sleeping quite soundly."

Monica started to reply, but Beverly had been right, she was learning the rules. She had not been asked a question, so she just stood there with her head hung.

" You are filthy!" remarked Beverly " That will never do, come with

Monica followed her out the door, and Beverly led her to a bathroom in the basement where she was told that she had a hour to make her self presentable. Monica looked at her self in the mirror. She was a mess! Her makeup had run, her hair was stringy, and she was covered with dirt from sleeping on the floor. The bathroom had all the toiletries she would need.

She stepped into the shower and discovered that the tap for the hot water had been removed so cold water is all she would have. It took her breath away when the cold water hit her. A nice hot shower would have been heaven, but even the cold water was soothing. She soaped her body, washed her hair and then dried herself. There was a blow dryer and brushes and combs so she did her hair as best she could. Their was a new tooth brush and deodorant, but no make up. She had a natural beauty, so make up was not essential, but she wished she had some.

She was about to leave when she looked at the soiled corset and nylons in the corner. Surly Mistress Beverly would not want her to put them back on, but she had been given no instructions. She cleaned the high heals with a face cloth, put them on and taking a deep breath walked out to find her Mistress. Beverly was waiting for her in the punishment room and Monica walked to her for inspection. She walked up and stood in front of her. She surprised herself, how straight and tall she stood, her arms at her sides. There was no defiance in her stance, but an air of pride. Mistress

Beverly sat back in her chair, her eyes going up and down Monica's body.

"Very good!" she said "You look much better than you did a few minutes ago. You are very good looking, but in the future you will keep makeup here so you can look your best for me. I will now give you an option. You can collect your clothes and leave, never to see me again, or you can stay.

I will only give you this choice once. What is your decision?"

There was no hesitation. Monica stood straight, looked Beverly in the eye and said. " If you are pleased with me mistress, and will have me, I would like to stay. May I please stay Mistress?"

"Good!" smiled Beverly as she stood. " Come with me. I have to go out this morning and we need to keep you suitably entertained while I am gone."

Beverly led her to a corner of the room where there was a wooden stand.

It had two wooden uprights, with a leather covered board, about an inch and a half wide between them. Beverly had her stand with one foot on each side of the board so it ran between her legs. There were rings anchored to the floor with ankle straps that were strapped on to Monica. Monica's wrists were handcuffed behind her back and then the board between her legs was adjusted. The board was raised until Monica was forced to stand just up on her toes.

Beverly gave her a kiss on the cheek and said " I'll see you when I get back.", and with that she left.

Monica stood there in the silence of the room, and looked at herself in one of the many mirrors that hung on the walls. She thought that she looked like a cowgirl, riding her steed. She didn't know that she was indeed on a horse, nor its sinister intent.

It wasn't long and Monica became aware of the purpose of the implement she was strapped to. Soon the calves of her legs began to ache and she lowered herself onto the horse. At first she enjoyed the pressure and even rubbed back and forth grinding her pussy into the padded surface. It wasn't long before this position became uncomfortable. The padding did little to protect her and she raised herself up on her toes again. Her legs were already tired and she could not hold that position for long, but when she lowered her self, the pain between her legs grew worse. She must stay on her toes, but she couldn't.

The time drug by slowly and she alternated between the cramping in her legs and the pain in her pussy when she had to ride the cursed horse. The time she could stay on her toes got less and less as fatigue took over her legs. Small screams escaped her lips as she tried to get relief. She moaned and tried to adjust her position.

She tried leaning forward and then back, bu! t nothing helped. That terrible pain was there, and there was nothing she could do about it. Once in a while she would get enough strength back in her legs to lift herself and give her poor pussy some relief. Finally she could do no more and slumped forward she sobbed and endured her pain.

Finally she heard noises up stairs. Mistress Beverly had finally returned home and would release her from her torment. She listened to Beverly moving around, but why didn't she come down. She stared at the ceiling trying to will Beverly to come down the stairs.

"Mistress Beverly!" she yelled " Please release me! Oh, Please Mistress!

Please untie me! Pleeeeeeaaaaasssssse!!!"

Monica begged and begged, yelling louder and louder. Why wouldn't she come down!

Hope filled her as she heard foot steps on the stairs.

"Just what the fuck is your problem!" screamed Beverly "I leave you for a couple of hours to enjoy my little pony and now you are complaining!"

"Please Mistress!" begged Monica "Please let me off! Please! I can't take anymore!"

With that Beverly picked up the whip and struck Monica viciously across the tits. Monica would have screamed but the air was knocked out of her lungs.

"You god dam little slut!" smack- the whip landed on her back "You can't handle a little fun!" smack-across her back "I don't know why I bother with you!" smack-across her belly " If you can't take it I guess I'll have to let you go!"

Beverly started to bend over to release her ankles. Catching her breath

Monica realized that she had displeased her Mistress. "I'm sorry Mistress!

Don't untie me! I want to please you Mistress! Please leave me and enjoy my suffering! Please may I suffer for you! I am sorry I was so weak!"

Beverly stood up and smiled. This one was coming along nicely. She would get lots of enjoyment from her.

Monica was sobbing and slumped forward. Beverly did not want to use her up before the day was up, so she only gave her five or six good whacks before she released her. As soon as her hands were released, Monica pushed herself up off the horse to give some much needed relief to her pussy.

Beverly released one ankle and Monica slid off the horse and collapsed on the floor.

Beverly crouched beside her and stroked her hair whispering softly " Rest my little sweet thing. The day is not over yet."

Monica lay for a while before she untied other ankle herself. She got up and walked around to work out the kinks. She curled up in the big over stuffed chair, and to her surprise, went to sleep. Mistress Beverly left her to her self for quite a while. The pain between her legs had mostly left and Monica actually felt pretty good which surprised her. Beverly came down and was carrying Monica's street cloths. At first Monica panicked a bit, thinking that she had offended Beverly and was being thrown out.

Beverly told her to get dressed and to go home and get her make up and return right away. Relieved, Monica was back with in a half hour.she was instructed to shower and make her self up.

After another cold shower, Monica did her hair and put on her make up.

Pleased with herself she went to Beverly who had her get dressed again.

Beverly took her out and took her shopping. When they were finished Monica was dressed in a short black skirt that was slit up the right side almost to the waist band. She had a new white blouse, that although not see through clung to her body so that there was little to leave to the imagination.

Of course she was allowed neither bra nor panties. The six inch heels and her slave collar were the only accessories. Monica was unsure what was happening, but found out soon enough, when they pulled up to the S&M bar where they had first met. Getting out of the car Beverly snapped a leash onto Monica's collar and led her into the bar.

Monica should be embarrassed, she kept telling herself, but she was not. She was proud. She knew that she looked great and that she pleased her Mistress. She walked tall and straight as eyes followed her across the room. She knew that many would desire her, but she was Beverly's.

Beverly sat at a table and Monica knelt on the floor beside her. The waitress brought Beverly a drink. Monica did not receive a drink, but she did not expect one. Periodically Beverly would feed her a sip of her drink.

They sat and watched other slaves being led around the room and and kneeling at their Mistress's or Masters feet. One slave was being held over the back of a chair by two waiters, while her Master whipped her ass with a short strap. Obviously she had something to displease him. Other slaves were standing manacled to posts beside where there Masters sat. They were both male and female in varying states of undress. Monica looked at the post beside there table to see a set of cuffs that if needed were there. She wondered if she would be using them tonight. She knelt taking in all the sights of the club while accepting sips of Beverly's drink.

They had only been there a short while when the lights on the stage were turned on. One of the slaves from the audience had been volunteered for everyone's entertainment. It was a young man in his early 20's. He was led to the stage, tied between two posts and whipped soundly. Monica watched with fascination as the audience yelled with approval. Monica could feel the wetness between her legs. If the audience liked that, they would love seeing her. The young man twisted and yelled as the lash was applied to his ass, and when a smaller whip was applied to his cock, his gyrations became even more pronounced. The sights and sounds were almost over whelming.

Shortly after that show, Beverly beckoned to one of the waitresses.

She didn't even speak, she just calmly motioned at Monica and then at the stage. The waitress disappeared and almost immediately two others returned for her. Monica did not wait to be led, but stood and walked before them to the stage. Stepping up on to the platform she stripped. The women fastened her wrists to a set of cuffs. A spreader bar was fastened between her ankles, and she was lifted off the floor.

Monica, hung there and looked out at the admiring audience. She could hardly believe how she had changed, and so quickly. Only two short weeks ago she had been a scared little girl, sitting in the corner, and now she was naked for the world to see, waiting to be used for there enjoyment.

She could see jealousy in the eyes of the other slaves and desire in the eyes of the others. Beverly would surly have to punish her for being conceded, but Monica knew that she was proud of her. She would not let her down.

Monica's arms were starting to ache when a club Mistress joined her on the stage. She winced when the first lash landed on her ass. She grit her teeth, and was determined that she would not scream. She would show them that she could be strong for her Mistress. Again and again the whip fell. She bucked and twisted as she hung there, and nothing more than slight moans escaped her lips. The audience loved it and yelled encouragement to her tormenter. They wanted to hear her scream. The whipping stopped and Monica hung there breathing heavily. She had done it! No sound that could be heard more than a few feet away, had come out of her mouth. Sweat ran down her forehead stinging her eyes, but she could see the approval in the eyes of her Mistress. She was taken down and delivered back to Beverly, and knelt naked beside her, her clothing piled on the table.

The night was a bee hive of activity. Other slaves were taken to the stage and punished, and none of them had accepted their beating in silence the way Monica had. Their Master / Mistresses would be most displeased and they would probably take their frustrations out on the poor slaves when the got them home.

Back at Mistress Beverly's Monica lay on the foot of Beverly's bed, bound hand and foot. As a reward, she had been allowed to satisfy her Mistress, but of course she had herself not been allowed to cum. This was worse than any of the beatings she had received. She thought she would explode. Her head was swimming as she lay there listening to Beverly's soft breathing.

Her pussy was throbbing and thoughts of what would come tomorrow consumed her.

Beverly had told her to rest, for she would need all her strength in the morning. Tomorrow Beverly would decide if Monica was worthy of being her slave. Could she live up to Beverly's expectations.

Beverly was on the verge of falling asleep when Monica whispered "Mistress.

May I speak?"

"Yes." Beverly said "What do you want?"

"Tomorrow," asked Monica " When you test me——–can we,———will you,——–please,——-use the riding crop?"

Beverly lay back in the darkness and smiled…………………………………

P. S. Monica. I have been writing these stories for you –Please write.

I would enjoy hearing from other readers too

Mistress Beverly · Part 2 (2/2)
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