Continues from 5. Bliss and Transcendence
Photo – Corwin Prescott
“Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me.”
“Venus in Furs” – Lou Reed / The Velvet Underground
I spent the rest of the afternoon at the pool doing lengths, dozing or leafing through Naomi Wolf’s book, “Vagina: A New Biography”. She seemed to think an orgasm could be a some kind of mystical experience. “For women, sexual response involves entering an altered state of consciousness.” And that, speaking as my father’s daughter, sounded like fun to me.
The rest of the book talked about how stress and negativity were the great enemies of the female orgasm. But then I thought stress and negativity were probably going to be the great enemies of most things anyway, including the male orgasm, so what else was new?.
I wandered around the grounds for a while. It was a beautiful hot July afternoon and although we must have been only 30 minutes from Paris, I felt like I was in the countryside. The gardens were surrounded by high walls so my nakedness could not be observed by nosy neighbors or passers-by. There was a wood and a small lake with a little island in the middle which I swam out to. The sky was blue. The birds sang. Butterflies fluttered… It was a little piece of paradise on a perfect summer’s day.
It was getting late so I went back to my room and, thoroughly rested, awaited the evening’s events. Silvie came in and found me in a state of zoned-out boredom zapping through channels on the TV. She was sporting a Cheshire cat grin and looked thoroughly pleased with herself.
“So, what’s the news?”
She came over and kissed me on the mouth and ran her hands down my back to my naked ass which she slapped a few times and then clutched hard like she was never going to let go.
“Mmmmm…. I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon. Madame has deferred my punishment as tonight we want you to be the… center of attention.”
“You are going be my pet.”
“Yes. And you must obey me of course.” She giggled and patted my ass. “Then, after dinner, Madame has something special arranged for you. So, have a shower, get ready and be mentally prepared. I’ll be back to dress you in half an hour so don’t leave the room.”
“At your service Ma’am.”
“Mmmmm….” She purred. By the way she looked at me I thought she was going to come on the spot but she just grinned that big loveable grin again and darted out the room.
She returned 20 minutes later and seemed much more sombre and serious, although to me she seemed like a little girl playing a role.
I obeyed of course. With great gentleness she placed a collar around my neck and cuffed my hands behind my back. A short chain connected the cuffs to the collar and completely restricted any movement in my arms.
As she attached the nipple clamps an electric charge of pain and pleasure surged through me. I was suddenly very aroused. I looked up at her. I was her slave. For the next few hours her whims and caprices would govern me and I would have to surrender to the pleasure or torment that she saw fit for me.
I cried out as she pulled me up by the nipple leash. She led me out of the room and down the stairs. She put the blindfold on me and we entered the dining room. Now sightless, I felt the adrenaline surge through me, every square inch of my defenseless naked body tingled with the anticipation of some unforeseen danger. Each second seemed charged with possibilities. Pain? Pleasure? A caress? Or the first lash of a merciless whipping?
I felt totally and utterly alive.
I did so and could hear Sylvie move around and sit on a chair at my left. There was a brief conversation in French with Madame who appeared to be on my right. I had no idea if there was anyone else in the room.
“Spread your legs a little more and keep your back straight. Raise your head higher and keep it raised. Movement of any kind will result in punishment. Do you understand?”
“No. You will say Oui or Merci Mademoiselle, nothing more.”
Silvie was obviously loving every second of this.
The clamp on my left nipple was removed. There was an immediate flash of pain followed by a burning sensation. The clamp on my right nipple was left in place and, as any sudden removal would probably be very painful indeed, I decided to keep very still.
Dinner was served. They ate and chatted in French as I continued to kneel at their feet and, for a while, I was ignored. I smelt the food and realized I had not eaten much all day.
I could hear the maid serving and sensed her moving behind and next to me. I wondered who she was again. Was this something she was used to? Had she seen it before? How many times? How many others had there been like me?
A few minutes later a morsel of food was placed in front of my lips. I accepted it readily. Chicken. I chewed and swallowed. Fingers were offered for me to lick.
“What do you say?”
Every few minutes Silvie would offer me another morsel. I was made to hold out my tongue and the meat was gently placed on it. I was not allowed to chew or swallow until permission was given. Now and again I was also allowed a sip of water.
In between courses, as they continued chatting, Silvie would caress my bare arm or play with my hair. Her fingers wandered over my breasts and my unclamped nipple. She played with it and tenderly scratched it with her fingernail. If I could have, I would have purred in pleasure.
Madame, however, had neither touched me nor spoken to me and my still clamped and throbbing right nipple seemed to be a symbol of her cold indifference to me.
Eventually, Silvie, after feeding me some fruit and ice cream which she made me lick from the bowl, ordered me to move closer to her and the clamp was removed. Again I cried out at the sharp stab of pain. Then she placed my head on her lap and I lay still as she stroked my hair and cheek.
After a few minutes I felt her reach down and slap my ass.
“Up! Madame wishes to ask you some questions.”
I stood up and she led me to another part of the room where she removed the collar and chain, raised my arms and attached them to some manacles above my head.
The blindfold was removed and I saw Madame directly in front of me. She spoke to Silvie who translated.
“You wish to continue with us?”
“I’m… fascinated. I’m learning… a lot about myself. I want to know more about what is happening to me. And I want to know more about you.”
“You want to be more?”
Be more? I wasn’t sure I understood the question. Was Silvie translating correctly? I presumed she meant learn more or improve myself.
“Were you in pain this morning?”
“Why did you cough? Are you ill?”
“I don’t know.
There was silence. She stared at me.
“I don’t remember,” I murmured.
“Don’t lie to me. Were you angry with us?”
I knew she knew. “Yes. A little.”
That is not permitted. If you don’t like it here you can go. You understand?”
Another pause. Her eyes never left me.
“Now we will whip you. Understand that we whip you for sport and for pleasure. Not because you have done anything wrong. We will continue to whip you for as long as it pleases us and no screams or begging from you will make us stop.
She nodded at Silvie who replaced the blindfold. I felt tense and very vulnerable and very alone.
The first lash came out of the blue and hit me right across my ass. Immediately there was another. And another. And another…
Silvie was expert with the whip. And strong and fit. Gone was this morning’s sweet little flower and I remembered what she had said about wanting to be whipped in the same way we fucked – with passion, love and fire.
This was going to hurt.
After a while I began to have a sense of where the whip was going to fall and tried to anticipate it, accept it, move toward it, even dance with it. I thought it might make it less painful and perhaps even please Silvie. However I was only right some of the time and Silvie seemed to enjoy throwing in unexpected shots – especially between my legs and directly at my pussy.
She ordered me to keep my legs apart and, for the next few minutes, my still tender, freshly shaved pussy received the brunt of the blows. They were powerful and never missed their target. Crack! Crack! …I shrieked and raised my legs. She barked, “A-ah bitch!. Legs down and keep them down!”
I obeyed and Silvie resumed with even greater ferocity. Crack! Crack! Crack! …In her hands the whip licked, snapped and bit like a starving dog.
I tried to focus my consciousness elsewhere as I had done during those long, tedious and excruciating sessions I’d had training in the gym. But it was no good. There was no confronting it. This was a conflagration from which I could only run.
She spared no part of my naked body. Crack… crack… crack … I screamed at the scorching blows. Crack… crack… crack … It was relentless. All I could feel now were the blows of the whip and the explosions of pain they wreaked upon me.
A succession of pitiless lashes to my breasts quickly followed. “Count them!”
I counted. One… Two… Three…
She stopped at twenty. “What do you say?”
More blows lashed at my pussy and I shrieked, writhing under the chain and wretchedly, vainly raising my legs for protection. “Legs down!”, she barked. The whip became a hungry predator, circling me, moving in for the kill. It set upon me. It tore at my ass, my thighs, my pussy, my breasts… Teeth like needles biting into my naked exposed flesh, scratching, tearing, devouring…
And then it stopped.
And mercifully, there was a pause.
But it was to be a brief pause. My ankles were manacled so I could not bring my legs together or raise them. I was now tightly spread-eagled and stretched in the form of an X. I had no freedom of movement at all and I felt the first stirrings of panic as I realized how trapped I really was.
Then the blindfold was removed and I saw Madame in front of me, her eyes piercing me. She approached and, pulling me toward her by my nipples, kissed me hungrily. Her tongue penetrated me and she took possession and ownership of my body and its pain. I surrendered willingly and utterly.
Silvie resumed her whipping and, as the blows fell, Madame caressed my breasts, massaging them and gently flicking at my nipples. The pain of the whip fused with the pleasure of Madame’s touch. It became subservient to the pleasure, amplifying it, deepening it – the two opposites became one whole – an arousing ecstatic pleasure-pain.
As Madame pulled and kneaded my nipples, Silvie increased the pace and whipped me feverishly and with considerable force, always varying the destination of the blows – one moment my back, then my legs, then my ass…. I had no idea where the next lash would come from but I knew I wanted it now. I needed it. It was the fuel that pumped me and fired me towards the bliss that I found at Madame’s fingertips..
She squeezed and pulled and slapped and pinched my nipples until my whole body was consumed in a rapture of pleasure-pain that emanated from my nipples and was fueled by the whip. I moaned and whimpered in pain and in pleasure. Now I wanted nothing else…
But It ended.
I opened my eyes again and saw Madame holding a bullwhip. Silvie was still behind me. I saw Madame raise her arm for the first blow after which a storm of lashes rained down upon me from behind and in front. The bullwhip wrapped itself around my stretched torso – a hellish caress and each blow a ferocious torment. Silvie’s whip tore at my ass and I was lost to agony. I screamed, writhed, kicked, pulled, pleaded, begged…
Finally it stopped.
Madame approached. She raised her hands to mine and her fingertips slowly and very lightly traced a line down my bare arms, over my breasts and down to my belly. She kissed my breasts and tasted and sucked my tender nipples and then her hands moved down to my pussy and took possession of it. She stroked and teased my clit…. And then her fingers entered me.
Silvie came to me from behind and kissed my neck. She pressed her naked body to mine so I was sandwiched between them. Her fingers played with my ass and circled my hole. She entered me there and both she and Madame struck a syncopated rhythm. Their fingers danced and sang their song in harmony. The rhythm quickened and I cried out, this time in utter pleasure. Waves of ecstasy washed through me. Currents of joy ran up and down my entire being. I was drowning in a sea of pleasure. Storm tossed by eddies of unbelievable ecstasy.
It was night. I was on a beach. The stars sparkled in the enormous blackness. They were laughing and giggling with me. How small and silly I was. I laughed and swam out to sea. The water penetrated me and enveloped me and I continued swimming until I was lost and at one with the sea itself. I looked up and saw two suns. I was the sea and the suns had warmed me and filled me with life and joy. And I surrendered to them. Only to them.
Continues 7. The Whipping Trees