John's room

Norkad and I put everything away in the kitchen, a professionally organized space. Everything had a specific place so a lot of people could work together. The stingy consequence of leaving clutter ensures an immaculate look to the place. Learning fast to avoid the worst I still saved some time to steal glances at the surrounding bare body. The kitchen staff of nude girl working efficiently fascinated me. They saw my clean shaved pussy and my butt in action like I was seeing theirs! Little bit after the end of the Master dinner a flurry of breast and butts got everything sparkling clean. Norkad, clipping the leash on my nose for a change, as she said, lead me through a new set of corridors toward John door. She reported about my progress while I was peacefully looking at the room. I accepted her version of version of our afternoon without any expression saving me the submissive pose. An antique table and a wooden bed produced an impression of honest peace. The walls, covered in gray fabric, punctuated by a mix of picture of nude woman, whips and canes emanated lust. The girls flesh, some of which I could recognize from john's group, bear the mark of the instruments surrounding them. Soon my decorated skin will enhance that collection. My heartbeat went up. Standing there for the exact purpose to be whipped and accepting it as a consequence of my inability to control my own passion yesterday highlight the immense changes in my life since my submission. I deserve it but I'm full of dread. The sting of the clip on my nose fading away, I waited in no hurry at all, for them to turn their attention to me. Which of the whips will soon draw a fire line in my butt? If only I could do something to avoid it! The choices leading to this instant had been closed long ago. My unclothed presence, listening meekly to a critique of my behaviors, took away any bargaining power. I knew I could avoid the chastisement by going away but the moisture seeping all day long from my vagina turned that path into defeat. I was hooked. Some strange twist in my vision of the world had turn victory into accepting with grace the beating. The belting in my home, humiliating and annoying, a minute after a strong climax, had been almost painless. Yesterday paddling resembled a treat more than a punishment. Tinde treatment of my tit preludes the real pain that will consume my nerves tonight. John offered my mouth to an eager Norkad. Her privileges irritated me. He turned to me:

"You know why you are here?"

"Yes Sir my behavior yesterday deserves punishment. I thank you for a chance to erase my mistake."

"Lay your back on the bed with your feet as far as possible on the floor and get your posterior up in the air."

That kind of athletic came relatively easy for me. The leash, unclipped from my nose, binds me to the bed strongly than manacle. In front of me, John eyes followed my nether lines with hunger. I shifted my hips, half to mellow him before the chastisement and half to welcome his stare.

"Don't worry my pet. I will take you tonight. I will push myself into this hole you kept agitating on front of me."

I blushed under his easy reading. How could I be such a stupid slut!

"We must first remind you about the necessity to always be inviting like you are now moving hips and breast while your tongue is licking your lips. Tonight I will whip you for the spirit. You must stay in this spirit all the times even before and after your own pleasure, difficult times to be attentive to your master will. Before, it is hard to wait for your partner complete readiness, and after, you are exhausted. You are not allowed to come till next Friday as another consequence of this lax attitude. You remember that?"

"Yes, Sir the red dot in the climax square on my collar keeps my memory fresh."

"Well you have learned. Soon you will get your stocking. Tonight, when I bury my cock deep inside you, strive to suit me, neither to force my orgasm nor to get yourself a shrill. Gratify me, hunting the place where I blossom and the rhythm I enjoy. Give to my penetrating flesh the kind of attention my eyes receive when I watch you. You found the perfect balance to expose yourself. Model on it the way you get fucked. Focus your energies on tracking your master wish so you gain a complete picture of his sensations behind the pole movement. Enlarge your conscience of the quest of each area of my stick to place in front the exact object. Nature is well done. You have what it takes if you search strong enough. You will learn some techniques but the spirit is yours."

My abdominal muscles, calling for relief, made me quite uncomfortable. I did not know what to say. Before Raven I took my pleasure when I wanted and no man gave me what I needed. Everything was reversed. Men always exhausted their desire too fast within me. I always had thought that my excitation was such a great gift. John pinched my thigh growling:

"Tell me what you think!"

It hurt.

"I have been looking for a real man flesh pole, which potency will take me all the way for a long time. I'm delighted, impatient and ashamed of the sacrifices it entails. I just forget. You are training me to bear this in mind now. I will memorize my fright in this room; my back half falling and my abdominal muscle sore will transcend my limits. I will remember the implications of my engagement. Thank you for teaching me how to serve and give all the time. Please, Sir trusts me to try my best. Taste me I will search for your impulse. I will strive to make your experience a strong, positive souvenir. I will gather my pleasure only from yours."

John hard pole stick out of his robe. Was he ever going to thrust into me?

"I will give you a chance eventually. For now let see how you like the whip. Do you agree to receive the whip for your mistake?"

"Please Sir, it will help me mind my attitudes even when I'm tired."

I could not stop myself to talk about the fear.

"It will be the first whipping of my life."

"You know the humiliation of a spank on your bottom. You will learn the pain of the whip."

Pushing my fear aside I moved my ass joyously.

"An enthralling example of your courage. Norkad will sit on your face. Take as good care of her as she does for you. Giving pleasure while receiving pain is another side of the whip."

My horizon filled with Norkad pussy. John grabbed my legs to shove them under Norkad arms. My butt, up in the air, pushed out of the bed while Norkad solid hold provided a welcome muscular relief. He continued:

"Norkad will count for me. The trick is that she counts only when she enjoys your ministrations. So a whack landing, when your are not pleasing her, is not counted."

My tongue searched feverishly for a good contact on her button. Norkad finger on my nipple guided me on the road to her pleasure, unfortunately the swoosh distracted me. I screamed. She did not count. The violence of the outrage voided my intention. My mind pictured my butt harboring one of those long red welt marks which sight, on my colleagues skin, scared me all day long. No fresh red mark decorated Norkad back side, whipping free for least two or three month. Tears poured out my eyes at the unfairness of my predicament. Why did I had to submit to pain for being with Raven? My butt burned for nothing and her soft pungy sex wriggling voluptuously on the silk of my tongue permeated me with jealousy. To ignore the swoosh, the burn of the blow and the negativity of my emotion challenged my will. I transmitted to her button the exact movement of her finger on my nipple. The swoosh, preceding the pain by a fraction of a second, did not interfere with my tongue delicate task. Norkad counted one. I was learning. If only I could move my ass out of range! Nine more before I was done for today. Norkad finger, pulling gently my tit up and down kind of nicely, directed me to pucker my lips to suck her long clit in. Her breathing told me that I was right on target. The swoosh and the pain did not disturb me that time. Norkad counted two. The fire on my butt scorched permanently. The cold at the entrance of my tunnel, probably the whip handle taking advantage of my completely open labias, recall my motives to accept the indignity. Worst of all, emotions in shamble, burnt and aroused, I craved for something larger and deeper. If offered the choice I would definitely get my flesh far away from the whip, still the craving of my sex for penetration had increased. Will I ever regain control of my sense? I nullified the thunder of the female void to go back to Norkad demand. If he hit now with another whip Norkad will not count it. Pleasing Norkad, my master of the moment, should be my only focus. The cold moved away from my hot organ. Tenderly back in touch with her delight sprout I discovered pleasing while receiving pain. The third one hit, counted by a very aroused Norkad. Her juices covered my face. Her hand, traveling down my belly, covered my slit. My tongue followed the requested move while the delicate touch of her finger spawn a troubling impulse to trash my lower belly. John said:

"Do not hump her. Bottoms gracefully take their gift without pushing for more. Enjoy your crumbs with discretion. Do not bug her for more."

My tongue, going very well abiding by the example of her finger, melts Norkad feminity in my mouth. The intense smells of her sex crushing jerkily my mouth announce the proximity of the end of her fire. The fourth and the fifth, in a rapid sequence, irradiated pain in my abused flesh and resonated with her first orgasm on the count of five. Sitting higher on my head to recover she cool off squashing my eyes under her ass cheek. This savage treatment upset me with five more to go while the mysterious forces, at work since Raven, bonded me to do my best to abide by my Master rules. Still his need to hurt that much was barbaric. Raven could not be aware of brutally sadist nature of John. The bitching in my head moved toward my mouth. John said:

"Beauty, the next five will land on the inside of your thighs. Get ready for the real thing; the previous blows were only a warm up. I'm going to get at you, soon you will beg and scream. "

The scare of his next act invaded my body. The sting on my butt was only a warm up! What a bad joke! The next step will be impossible to endure. Norkad let go my left leg, keeping the right one under her arms. John disposed it on the bed spreading widely the inside of my thigh, now very vulnerable to his fancy. Upset of being reduced in this position and my butt hurt by this, not funny at all, game, I thought that it may be time to stop the abuse. The end of his torture instrument plunged effortlessly to the bottom of my enlarged and sensitive tunnel. I shivered enveloped by the awareness of being on a high sexual plateau. The invader stayed until a strong push in my hips acknowledges my crazy volunteering for more abuse!

John determination to hurt Sodome steamed from his goal to render her first encounter with the whip unforgettable while the total power resulting from her submission to his abuse filled his body with extreme energy. A grip of terror, taking over her stomach with every evocation of the instrument, will render her amenable to any situation leading to the enjoyment of her master. In the future, when she may be inclined to escape her duties, the memory of that moment will take over to bring her back on the right path. She was going to call uncle. The two long, thin, thigh of olive form, curved together in a sticky rosy mix of flesh surrounding some ajar and deeply open entrance, stood topped by the small patch of hair. His cock, full of exhilarating blood, masted out of his robe in preparation of the delight of her sheath. The anticipation of the jerk of her body contributed to load his arm with strength. The release conveyed all his might. Her thigh rebounded on the bed on the violence of the impact. A white line, on her intact skin, echoed the contact with the leather. Her scream of pain from the deep of her lungs jolted his penis powerfully dressed in front of him. Convulsively her legs closed bringing her knees together. In time the scream slowed down to a wailing. John basked in the total power handed to him. Was she going to rebuke him, refuse the end of the punishment or beg him to stop? He gave her some time to make her mind. Going away was her only alternative. At Raven's a slave endure real pain. Raven accommodated only slaves suffused with her master powers on every encounter. The wailing reached an end. Her sobs, the only noise in the room, subsidized. Her left leg cautiously moved in the air to present again her messy mound and the soft, creamy and subtly delineated inside of her thigh. The first attack had been overcome. His needy cock rubbed on her juice till the sobbing was almost inaudible. Norkad seated on Sodome head above Sodome mouth and nose purred with the renewal of Sodome attention. The second blow lashed the other thigh drawing a V of white on the skin inside her legs. The screaming and sobbing regain their entire stridence. Using all her will she kept her leg apart all along leaving her pussy vulnerable. He had three more to melt her core. The second had been lighter to confuse her defense. The next one, loaded with all his weight and directed at the left pussy lips, aimed to break into her resolve. All her body jerked upon the powerful contact of the leather. Her leg strongly closed she screamed and wiggled all over to unseat Norkad. John nod to Norkad to let her go. Sodome rushed to kneel abjectly at his feet, her eyes full of tears, begging him to stop this barbaric treatment. Full of servility, she kissed his feet pleading to stop the unbearable pain. He let her blow some steam before talking:

"Slaves at Raven take the pain with dignity to testified the depth of her love. You pledged to offer your flesh to the whip. I'm only acting your promise. For your first heavy punishment I will ignore your reluctance. Get back on the bed to let Norkad seat on your head and offer your intimacy to my purpose."

"Sir, please spare me. It burns terribly. I will never heal from that blow. I cannot stand it. I beg you to be gentler. I will offer all I can give but please spare me."

Her crying and kissing his feet while talking did not sway him.

"You already gave me anything you had, Sodome. You have earned the chastisement. Next time the memory of today harsh pain will hold you together. You will know that you cannot limit my power. You will serve properly then."

"I remember but it was not such a big crime. I only lost control of my body for a brief instant."

"I make the rule and I say that this whipping is correct punishment for your infraction. If you have enough of us or if you cannot stand the pain you may go. If you stay you will get all your dues, all the times and they will be much more. Next time you better be amenable to our pleasure and appropriate in taking your pain. As for now either you go out of this house or you offer your feminity to my abuse."

Tattered, Sodome balanced all those weeks of expectation against the immediate distress. Her lower pieces, fiercely burning with pain, directed her toward the door. The memory of the emptiness of her life turned her head toward him petitioning with her eyes. His blank face defeated the pain. She could not go. Who knows the price tag to come back? Life without Raven was worthless. He may lock the chastity belt for six weeks or beat her even worse. Defeated she sag her shoulder, sinking in another consequence of lifting her skirt for him. Accepting the humiliation had taken months and now the pain shattered her dignity again. Crying with no end she lay her back on the bed to offer Norkad her head as a seat and splay her legs as wide as possible for him to do as he whished. The last two blows atrociously jerked her around. The fourth one, cutting over her the labia half a centimeter under her clit, induces intense jerking and screaming. Mustering all her might she stop herself from rushing out of the room. Clinging to the knowledge that it was the last one she found the strength to present her cleft to its last abuse. The agony was finish. The ultimate proof that he only set the limits was burned in her mind. Sodome lower body ached all over when Norkad found the path to her crease. The expert touch switched Sodome focus from the scorching pain outside to the huge cavity inside demanding to be filled. My pride gone, the fast switch to pleasure occurring in me surprised me again.

Norkad advanced her clit on my lips for a second serving. John dome join my entrance preparing the way into my depth for his thick rod. I needed it. Giving the due respect to my burning butt I kiss his cock with my walls during his slow insertion into my fizzling warm place. The penetration, deliciously grazing the depth of my hollow, replaced the tears coming out of my eyes and my wails by a moan. His words reach as deep into my mind than his cock into my vagina.

"Feel me. Your complete being will work to satisfy me. I'm your main concern. My cock irradiates every part of my body only if you are a tool for my pleasure. Learn the trade of a device devoted to people indulgence. Give yourself to me by letting me enjoy you. You cannot put any limit on my whip. Shamelessly presenting your intimacy robbed you from your right to your own enjoyment. Center your guts on mine."

Why did he endlessly remind me of the evidence of my abasement? Was any ounce of arrogance lingering in me after I thanked him for his brutal treatment? My own drive is the obstacle not my pride. Up till this moment I resisted every step on the way. I have to cool down and follow his instructions. I'm a giving hole. I was not penetrated: I was surrounding him; searching for his pulse. Was there a pulse on men's organs? An ear grew on my vagina listening the sound of his quivering penis. My hunger to rub me against his shaft drawn in the pain, I become pure reception, listening and laying in front of his move an avidly accepting membrane. I was patience made women taking only what he gave me. His dome touched deeper within me searching for a new quality in our engagement when suddenly my feminity communicated to his masculinity. His moaning quivered around my stomach. Elated, I was learning a new skill. The fire on my butt clarifies the need and my heart was set on it. Brushing with his dome the bottom wall offered responded to his demand and miraculously appeased my anger and my hunger. A light contraction enhances the surface. It was easier to dig into it. His organ quivered in response. Norkad, deprived of attention, pinched my nipple. John groans instill a wave of peace in my shattered body. Unfortunately he added a strong and well controlled "do not forget Norkad as well".

I got destabilized. It was much harder to please both of them. Their winds were too desynchronized. It was like circling both hands in different directions. I could only pleasing one or the other. John rescued:

"Sodome your pussy, listening to me, is thrilling. Experiment with offering Norkad a similar shape. I will adjust myself with her."

His words worked. My tongue resonated in harmony with my inner muscle. His tempo against my bottom wall accelerated. Enclosing his tip on the out, I pressed his flesh and modeled on the pattern the cradle my tongue provided for Norkad clit. It was well used. Both of them made small content sounds. John hand cupped Norkad breast. If only I could be with them instead of for them! Obliterating my own drive was scorching. His cock, leaving the comfort of the bottom wall to encompass a larger surface of my private membrane, increased the scope of his plunges to include about one fourth of his length. I prepared the way for the next plunge by spreading the depth casing while closing it at the top to graze his tip on the way out. I was giving the same treatment to Norkad. Suddenly the anger from their selfishness took over my impulse. My hips pumped heavily his rod for my pleasure points. He pops himself out of me and gave my ankles to Norkad to burn my butt with a shower of spanks. I screamed even under Norkad bush. Still angry I put some will into pushing Norkad away but John voice coldly called me back to order.

"Sodome are you calling for more of the heavy whipping."

"No Sir, please no."

My butt jutted out for his outrage consisting in numerous lighter blows. To apologize I suckle Norkad heartily and clench my body in a posture clamoring my deep will of submitting. Sodome butt was mostly red with some pink areas when John stops the trashing. The daemon will manifest itself each time she sat. John said:

"This may help you gain control of your beastly impulses otherwise I must confess that spanking your butt is a great kick."

He plunged back into me with a last spank on my already hyper sensitive round part. Each blow resonated on the bruised skin. Raven's yoke weighted more than I had envisioned. The only path was to get both to climax. The extra beating had me in the state of mind he targeted. I would get another one if I did not follow my instructions. This time my body will accept the simple fact of my new position: control your desire and serve in everything possible. I will learn to go to sleep with a swollen needy area between my legs. If it was so good for Trish maybe it may help me as well. John pumping into me promoted creating a twist around his going. My mind adjusted on the image of a whirlpool twisting to the right on its entrance and on the left on its exit. My tongue and my vagina produced exactly that until both immersed themselves into their pleasure. My unselfish guidance will guide them to their climax. His pumping style kept the same pattern while he encouraged me with yes and more strangled sounds. My attention converged on his flesh. I was inclined to alter my way of accept ting him by getting the wrapper stronger. I used my muscle to increase the resistance to his plunges. His level of ado went up. The fast and deep plunder awaken the pool of need in me driving me on the edge of a burst. Since I was a slave anybody could pump an orgasm out of me. I remembered my role as a guide toward extremes for my two riders but even my scorching flesh could not stop me from timidly moved my hips to get my clit in touch with his skin. The jolt was powerful. I had to tense all my lower body to stop the mounting eruption. He pinched my butt savagely in response but I was a melting fire. The aching redness on my posterior and inside my legs took the same mental color than the aching on my clit: a strong aspiration toward relief bringing into being an immense surface calling for paroxysm. I had to beg him to wait a little to let me control the spasm. I could only make estranged sounds. My lips were wide open by Norkad trashing bottom. I gave more speed to my tongue while squeezing better his rod. I was not going to hold it for long now. He popped out of me while Norkad was shaken by her climax. At least I had gotten one but I had failed to please both at the same time. John replaced Norkad to straddle my mouth in pure frustration of having lost the perfection of my inner treasure. His furious fucking of my mouth humiliated me. I was tired. Somehow the immediate violence to my mouth overcomes the terror of the whip. My jaw, sore of keeping such a large opening, lost its loving quality. He removed himself from me to let Norkad tongue take care of his ejaculation that he spurt on my face. Neither very angry nor very satisfied and still straddling me, he lectured me about my outstanding possibilities tied with lot of work needed to control properly my surges. Only if I was a good pupil may I turn into a great lay. He sent me away my face still full of his sperm with Norkad holding the leash.

When she got in her room, Sodome wash her face before performing the same deep cleansing of her anus than the day before. The water burned her ass. She stays long under the cold shower to lower her impulse and smooth her skin and resolutely put her butt plug in place for the night. When she got back in the room Sodome recognized Doula, the woman that had checked on her in the entrance of her apartment, with a pang. Doula will be her mentor the following day. Another leash holder means a new job before going to bed. Doula, a slender, tall woman with attractive small breast and unusually large nipple, sitting on her bed with her legs parted without any modesty granted us a full view of her cleft. Sodome examine Doula's body at will before she calls her pushing her head toward the subject of Sodome interest. Sodome comply with the request with a good heart. Her main problem was that the smell and the moaning got her high again. It took a long time before she could calm down in her bed. She was picturing the gaze on her bottom the following day. She had been excited by the welt some girls had. Tomorrow hers will publicize tonight ordeal. Would there be any questions about it?

First month

One month goes by. Her life is well organized. She served in the room service operations: cleaning, bringing food, helping guests to dress and undress. She gets totally used to public nudity. She learns how to search the others pleasure. She hates Wednesday because of the whip. She resent the silence. She craves for some attention. She never sees Raven. She is building some relation with the other girls. She is perpetually hungry for orgasm.

On her day job, full of energy, insight and empathy toward her employees she wonders is this is the consequence that soon she will be nude, accessible and liking it? Someone was always controlling her jobs exploiting her mistakes to redden her butt in the most vexing position. Being wholly accessible all the time co notate sexually everything. The stingy consequence of any order misinterpretation, when performing her duties, heightened her attention toward the minutest task turning even cooking into an exciting experience. Roaming nude in the kitchen, busy with such mundane activities as cleaning dishes or slicing onions, the top of her legs soaked with her juices, she was trying to make sense of her new status. After a few trashing by Tiral, the head cook, because she failed the mayonnaise, got those onion slice too thick or left some utensil out, she became obsess with keeping the kitchen shining. The dread of the fire on her butt compels her to reach perfection in slicing onions. All her acts in the kitchen were directly related to sex. Tiral was quick to trash a girl. Each time he enacted a specific sign of his index, flexing it while twisting his hand, he expected the girl to rush to present her roundest part, legs spread with the hands leaning on slightly bent knees, to his short riding whip that was hanging on the wall. Measured in his action, he never goes above a couple of blow but they could happen fast. He never wrote her for extra chastisement through John. It was working well without it. The place was kept shining and the recipe on line. Every Wednesday the nightmare unfolds again: John gives her the blows that make her even in front of the all group. A pang blooms in her stomach on every encounter with a whip or a cane. She gains one by one her stripes. She is finally allowed into the dinner room to bring utensils. Raven dinner were formal with serving people in black and white although unconventional because those were bare. It was very luxurious often enhanced by live music and shows of pleasure slaves in all sort of color. Elaborate food but always very healthy, mostly vegetables in mousse, purees, steamed. Raven attire had an opening for his penis. All his slaves closely followed the raising and falling of his maleness. Some life ago she had been a guest to one of this dinner. She had enjoyed the presentation. She now was one of the actors.