The Torment of Lorraine Baker · Part 1 (1/2)
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Lorraine Baker turned her head sideways and looked at herself in the playroom mirror. She was restrained lengthwise on the padded horse, with her wrists and ankles locked to the four legs of the wooden device. Resting on her chest was far better than sitting upright on the horse, even with the padding. When seated on the horse with her entire weight bearing down on her sex it seemed like she was being cut in half.
She was an attractive 29 years old, with blonde hair and blue eyes; and she stood 5’ 5” in her stocking feet. Lorraine had a lush figure with a 39 inch bust; a 26 inch waist; and 37 inch hips. She managed to keep her weight down to 130 lbs; meaning she was a beautiful girl; and she would attract attention wherever she went.
Working as a corporate trainer at a major bank meant that she had no trouble socially. While other employees were off limits (though there were plenty of quiet relationships going on); she had other people she could and did date and even sleep with.
Lorraine never had any problem attracting either men or women to her. Both sexes had tried to seduce her over the years, and she had slept with both; but even though she preferred men, there was still something missing in her relationships.
She had never been a fan of romance novels, but her girlfriends devoured them by the dozen. Then they had passed them to Lorraine and she had read them out of curiosity. They got her hot, but not hot enough. What she wanted was a man who would rip her clothes off, tie her up, beat her with a whip, and then fuck her brains out.
But in these politically correct times, where men were now afraid even to throw a pass (one guy she dated told her she was the one who had to make the first move); Lorraine thought that she would never meet the man she desired.
Lorraine satisfied her sexual urges by reading online BDSM novels; joining a website that produced bondage pictures and videos; and using her vibrator imagining that she was naked, bound, and being whipped herself.
Of course she only used her own laptop for that; never daring to use her work laptop for her sexual interests. If she lost it or was stolen, or she had to turn it in, her secret might be exposed. To keep both of them distinct she used as wallpaper a woman dressed in black shiny latex, wearing matching high heels, her hands bound behind her back, a collar around her neck, and a red ball-gag locked in her mouth.
Every time that Lorraine would start her laptop her heart would beat faster, her nipples would get hard, and her pussy would get wet. If only she could meet a man who would fulfill her secret desires.
Then she had met the man of her dreams at a party last summer in the Hamptons on Long Island.
Todd Boyd was 32, with piercing black eyes and matching hair. He stood 5’ 11”; weighed 150 pounds, and was very fit. He was an electrical engineer by trade, and very intelligent and attractive.
They slept together on their first date, and on their third, he pulled her over his knees and gave her a mild spanking that made her wet with desire. Then he screwed her brains out. By their fifth date, he had introduced her to submission, and Lorraine knew that she had finally met the man she had been missing her whole life.
How could she admit to her girlfriends what she really desired was a man who would tie her up and discipline her? That went against everything that she was supposed to believe as a woman.
Lorraine pulled at her bonds, which secured her to the horse. There was no escaping the steel and leather that confined her, no matter how she tried to free herself. Locked around her neck was a D ring collar; and she wore matching D ring bracelets on her wrists and ankles. Also around her neck was a red ball-gag which Todd had placed there for easy access during a scene. The only other thing she wore was a pair of four inch red leather high heels that were locked onto her feet with a small keyed lock in the ankle strap.
The heels had been a gift from Todd; she had worn them out on dates and once to the office. They were both her fuck me heels and her discipline ones as well. Whenever she wore them, Lorraine knew that she was going to get disciplined or fucked, and usually both. But Todd always kept her guessing.
Lying lengthwise on the horse meant that her bottom hole and sex were exposed and easily available; along with the back of her thighs. She could be whipped or cropped, and then taken from behind. Which was her favorite sexual position anyway; though few men were brave enough to do so.
But not Todd. He would take any way he chose, in any position. Before or after discipline, she never knew which.
Lorraine wondered why he had bound her in such a strange position; since he usually liked all parts of her naked body to be available for his use. Normally, she would be hanging from the ceiling; her limbs separated by spreader bars and her feet would just be touching the floor. She would only be able to twist her naked body, but she could never avoid the whip. Not that she wanted to…
She surveyed the playroom, and took stock of the fact that in the months since she had become Todd’s submissive everything had been used on her. She had been locked in the jail cell and the small wooden cage. She had been hung from the ceiling; and Todd had used the whip, cane, flogger, and riding crop on her naked body. Lorraine glanced at a wooden rack that held the instruments of her discipline. There was an “X” frame; and even a medieval rack.
There was also a small sink and mirror, and a leather-clad bench that she and Todd would sit upon together when he brought her down emotionally after a scene. Also, he had even fucked her on the bench after a delicious whipping. What could be better than sex after being punished?
In the mirror, Lorraine saw the red rubber ball-gag that was hanging around her neck. She loved being gagged. Taking away the power of speech made her totally helpless and unable to protest her bondage and discipline. Sometimes, she even had an orgasm just from wearing the rubber ball in her mouth.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the playroom door opened to reveal the entrance of Master Todd – and a female guest. Lorraine did not say anything, remaining silent.
In her time as a submissive they had attended three play parties; and at the third Todd had done a demo of the whip with Lorraine. She had been hung from the ceiling, and he had shown the proper use of the whip on her naked body. Lorraine had been proud that her Master had used her in public; and she had taken the stripes with pride.
Now she was again going to be used in front of another person. Her only question was, who was she?
The visitor was a woman in her thirties dressed in a black latex bra and matching skirt; along with black latex stockings and opera gloves that ended above her elbows. Lastly, she was wearing a pair of black thigh high leather boots with three inch heels. That showed that her boots were for actual walking, not just for show. She was very attractive, with a beautiful figure, hair, and face.
Todd was wearing a black leather vest, black t-shirt and jeans, with a pair of soft black boots. He closed the playroom door behind them; and they walked over to the horse.
“Gail, this is my new submissive Lorraine. She is still new to the scene, and I have been training her these last few months. Lorraine has been training very well; and she enjoys the whip,” he told his companion.
“Really. It’s rare that one finds a true submissive. They have to be trained first,” Gail replied.
“Lorraine,” Todd began, “say hello to my friend Mistress Gail. I have invited her to watch our session tonight, as well as to use you herself.”
“Good evening, Mistress Gail,” Lorraine answered.
“Thank you.”
“Gail and I have been friends for many years, and is a skilled Mistress. She will have you screaming in pain and pleasure tonight.”
“Thank you, Master,” Lorraine replied.
“May I examine her first?” Gail asked.
“Of course. Would you care for a rubber glove for her asshole?”
“Yes, thank you,” Gail replied.
Todd passed her a rubber glove and sat down on a wooden throne on a raised dais. Gail walked over to Lorraine and immediately began to inspect her charge.
Lorraine remained silent as her already hardened nipples were pinched and her breasts fondled.
“Are you planning on having her ringed?” Gail asked.
“Perhaps, I haven’t decided,” Todd answered.
“How about a token in her pussy lips?”
“Again, that will be a decision for the future.”
“I always have my girls ringed, it reminds them that they are owned,” observed Gail.
“To each his own,” said Todd.
Gail then walked behind Lorraine and placed the rubber glove on her left hand. Then she inserted her index and middle finger into Lorraine’s sex.
“She’s already wet,” determined Gail, “horny bitch.”
“Yes, that’s why she’s a true submissive.”
“You’re a very lucky man indeed.”
“Thank you, Gail.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I won’t need any lubricant, will I?” Gail asked.
Gail then removed her fingers from Lorraine’s sex, and then carefully inserted them into her bottom hole.
“She’s tight. Have you used her bottom at all?”
“Just a couple of times. She’s really not into anal sex, and I respect her wishes. Besides, she loves the whip.”
“So you keep telling me. I want to see her perform under the lash,” said Gail in a calm voice.
“I’ll hang her from the ceiling, and then we can put her under the whip,” Todd answered.
“Excellent,” said Gail as she removed her fingers from Lorraine’s asshole.
In a few minutes, Todd hung Lorraine from the ceiling chain. Her wrists and ankles were held apart by spreader bars, and her high heels were barely touching the floor. Two small chains were attached to eye hooks in the floor, which would limit her attempts to twist and avoid the whip.
Naked, she was totally exposed to whatever torment that her Master and his female guest would now mete out to her. Lorraine did not care who held the whip. Just so long as her naked body would again bear the stripes of discipline upon her vulnerable flesh.
She could see herself in a mirror on the playroom wall. She was hanging naked and in chains, a collar around her neck, and the ball-gag loosely dangling from her neck as well.
“Would you care to begin?” asked Todd.
“Thank you,” Gail replied.
Todd resumed the seat on his wooden throne and Gail stood directly in front of her naked, helpless captive.
“What is your name?” Gail asked.
“Lorraine Baker.”
“Who owns you?”
“Master Todd.”
“Have you been used?”
“I have been spanked; whipped; cropped; flogged; my nipples have been clamped; I have been gagged; and have worn a chastity belt and a butt plug. I have serviced both men and women,” Lorraine described her use in a matter of fact voice.
“How have you been used sexually?” Gail questioned.
“Master Todd has used my mouth and my cunt, but rarely my bottom hole, at my request.”
“How have you been used by women?”
“The same, but obviously I am not into fisting. I don’t like either a fist or a cock up my bottom.”
“But you have worn a butt plug?”
“To please my Master, so that he may use my bottom hole more easily for the couple of times that he has taken my nether hole.”
“Are you afraid of permanent damage?” Gail questioned.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Your honesty is to be commended. There are far too many women in the scene who do not understand what they are getting into. Did you do a lot of research before you sought a Master?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Excellent,” Gail replied, “and have you always wanted a man who would use the whip on you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“I only wish that I had discovered you myself. From Todd’s description you are a wonderful submissive.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“You’re welcome.”
She wondered how her female co-workers would think of her, the Corporate Trainer, as a disciplined submissive. Her sex life was a total opposite from the type A personality she was at work.
“How do you want to be used today?”
“Please use the whip, Mistress.”
“I may draw blood. Is that all right?”
“No, Mistress. That is too far for me.”
“I understand. I can still whip you to a frenzy without drawing blood. What is your safe-word?”
“Gem,” Lorraine answered.
“Thank you, we can begin.”
Gail clicked her heels over to the rack where Todd kept his toys. She selected a coiled back leather whip that Lorraine knew very well: not only was she used to being disciplined with it, it was also her responsibility to keep it clean and oiled as well.
She then walked back to Lorraine, and presented the handle to her captive.
“You know what to do.”
“Thank your Mistress for the discipline that I am about to receive,” said Lorraine as the handle was presented to her lips, and she kissed the handle passionately.
“Excellent,” commented Gail.
“You have lovely breasts and a nice bottom,” Gail complimented her captive.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“How do you feel about them being marked by the whip?” Gail questioned.
“I love the whip, Mistress.”
“I see that you are covered by a tracery of fine white lines on your flesh from previous sessions. Isn’t that going to be a little hard to explain to a man not in the scene?”
“Should I ever leave my Master I will explain truthfully that I was a submissive to any future lover,” Lorraine stated.
“Very admirable, Lorraine. But be aware, once you have entered the scene, it’s very difficult to leave. What I have heard from many women over the years is that once they’ve gone under the whip, they are disappointed by ordinary vanilla sex,” said Gail.
“Mistress, I was always wanted something more than ordinary sex in my life. I always desired a man or woman who would place me in chains and place me under the lash. This is what I have always wanted,” Lorraine replied.
“Interesting,” said Gail, “now we begin.”
Gail stepped back and let the whip uncurl on the floor. To gauge its length she cracked the whip a few times, seeing how the leather behaved.
“You will count out every stroke. If you miss one, then I shall start again and I shall place the ball-gag in your mouth.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Now I shall see if Todd is telling the truth about your capabilities.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Swish, crack. “One.”
Swish, crack. “Two.”
Swish, crack. “Three.”
Swish, crack. “Four.”
Swish, crack. “Five.”
In her time as a submissive Todd had let others discipline her, so she had learned that every Dominant was slightly different. Gail was evidently a harsh Mistress, since her strokes were hard from the very beginning.
“Feel free to scream, if you want,” advised Gail, pausing her whipping, briefly.
“Thank…thank you, Mistress,” replied Lorraine.
Swish, crack. “Six.”
Swish, crack. “Seven.”
Swish, crack. “Eight.”
Swish, crack. “Nine,”
Swish, crack. “Ten. Ahhhh.” Lorraine had finally reacted to the whip.
It was a normal human reaction for her to twist in her chains to try and avoid the whip, even as she wanted the leather to strike her naked and exposed body.
Lorraine was as skilled with the whip as her Master Todd was. The whip struck her bottom, her breasts, her thighs, her back, and her pussy. Her ability with the whip was so proficient that she was able to wrap it around her body above and below the vulnerable kidneys.
She watched herself in the mirror as her naked body was striped by the whip, seeing her breasts and thighs sprout red lines to indicate the targets of the whip.
Swish, crack. “Eleven.”
Swish, crack. “Twelve.”
Swish, crack. “Thirteen.”
Swish, crack. “Fourteen.”
Swish, crack. “Fifteen.”
Lorraine again glanced at herself in the mirror. Her naked body was now covered by a series of stripes; and droplets of sweat reflected the ceiling lights. Every time the whip struck her body, she instinctively twisted and tried to avoid the whip, but without effect.
Swish, crack. “Sixteen.”
Swish, crack. “Seventeen.”
Swish, crack. “Eighteen.”
Swish, crack. “Nineteen.”
Swish, crack. “Twenty. Owwww.” Lorraine screamed when the whip landed a hard blow to her breasts, which she was unable to defend.
Gail paused her discipline and coiled the whip in her right hand, and walked up to Lorraine, who hung helplessly in her chains.
“You are a lovely woman, Lorraine. Do you really desire the whip?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Are you a female masochist?”
“Yes, Mistress. I desire the whip regardless of whoever wields it,” Lorraine answered.
“That is quite an admission. Usually it takes a submissive quite some time before they can admit their true nature; that takes training. It is a cliché to say that you were made for the whip, but that seems to be the case here,” Gail obser
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