Continues from 6. Strike dear mistress and cure her heart
Photo – Corwin Prescott
In Silvie’s arms. In Silvie’s bed. Her gorgeous eyes shining on me.
“Bonjour cherie,” she whispered, smiling. She kissed me. I nestled my body into hers and she wrapped me tight in her arms.
“You looked so beautiful sleeping. I’ve been watching you for ages.”
She caressed my face.
“How do you feel?”
I wasn’t sure. Nothing ached particularly. I was sure I’d feel it later.
“I’ve felt worse.”
She touched me between my legs. My pussy was sore. My nipples too.
You’ll be OK. I was hard on you but the whip I used won’t leave any marks. Madame’s bullwhip can be seen but she only whipped you with it a dozen times or so. The marks will go. Probably by tomorrow or next day. I’ll hide it with some make-up if you want. You look great.”
“How did I get up here? I don’t remember”
“We brought you up after you… passed out.”
“Did you drug me last night?”
“No! No way!” She seemed genuinely shocked. “Why?”
I came so much I kind of lost track…”
She laughed. “We noticed. You were gushing, my dear. And wailing and screaming and carrying on and then you just went all limp….”
I’ve never had an orgasm like that. It was… out of this world. Literally. I think I was hallucinating….”
“We’ve been known to have that effect.” She laughed again.
She suddenly became serious. “We don’t have to do anything today. You’re still my pet but I’m going to be gentle with you.” She grinned cheekily. “It’s a beautiful day. I think we are going to have a picnic lunch out on the island. Have you seen it?”
“The one in the lake? Yes, I saw it yesterday.” I had a feeling I’d been sleeping for a long time. “What time is it?”
“Midday. We let you sleep in.”
“Silvie, what you did to me last night… It was amazing.”
She just smiled.
“I… liked it. A lot. But I’ve never felt… I still don’t know how I feel… I wanted it. It really turned me on. But… I feel like… I don’t know.“
“You feel ashamed of it? Don’t be. You wanted something and we gave it to you. You gave something to us. But you enjoyed being the center of attention didn’t you?” She grinned. “Don’t be ashamed of that. Bring out your inner slut!” She laughed again. “That’s a male word for a male concept you know.”
“Anyway,” she continued, “Don’t worry. You can stay here, hang out, think about things, it’s OK. We won’t pressure you. I know Madame likes you. She sees something in you I think. You stood up well last night. You have a lot of willpower and I think there is something about you that interests her.”
“She certainly interests me,” I laughed. “Who is she?”
“I prefer to let her tell you. I’ll just get into trouble and I’ve already got one punishment in store.” She smiled and glanced at me. “I’ve known her for years. We are lovers but I’m like an assistant too. She helped me in a rough time in my life. Saved me really… “
There was a pause and I thought she was going to tell me something but she carried on, “She’s from a rich family but she made money of her own in the software boom a few years back. She has investments, properties, connections…”
“Did she hypnotize me that time on the train?”
“Wow! Drugs, hypnosis! What a fiendish pair we are!” She laughed.
“Perhaps you are just susceptible to her charms. Or you hypnotized yourself. Maybe you have been waiting your whole life for this. You were a virgin, no? With women?” I nodded. “So the real you is now being born.”
I moved on top of her and searched her eyes. I put my finger on her lips and kissed her cheek softly, repeatedly, and with more tenderness than I had ever felt for anyone before. She looked straight at me. I didn’t have to say it. She knew. Our lips touched and I lost myself to her and the pleasures she conspired for me.
It was another baking hot afternoon. The air was heavy and muggy. I was used to my nakedness now and felt really comfortable in the heat. I felt more aware of and naturally in tune with my body when it was free from any sartorial restraints. In weather like this, and armed with sufficient sun cream, what was the point of clothes anyway?
We were at the edge of the lake and had packed a boat full of picnic things to take over to the island. I had been charged with rowing duties and I sat in the middle of the boat facing Silvie and Madame in the stern. Silvie was wearing a bikini bottom but had lost the top. She had a glorious all over golden brown tan that I would have given anything for and her breasts seemed to me like ripe summer fruit and at that moment I desired nothing more than to taste them and quench my desire at them. She was leaning against Madame and was staring into the waters dangling her fingers into the surface. Meanwhile Madame, who was dressed in an almost transparent white blouse, was reading intently from a book of French poetry.
I took up the oars and commenced to row, soon getting into a steady rhythm. I leaned forward to Madame and Silvie and, parting my legs slightly to give me grip, slowly pulled my arms back on the oars until my hands almost reached my exposed breasts. As I moved forward again, straightening my arms, I glanced at Madame and Silvie who were both watching me now – Madame with that inscrutable Mona Lisa smile and Silvie quite obviously transfixed with lust at seeing me rowing in the nude.
Bring out your inner slut she had said. OK. I’d show them what my fit young body could do for them. Beauty, power and grace were all mine and I would use them to capture both women in their desire for me. With each stroke I leaned back and lingered slightly, arching my shoulders and back to emphasize my breasts. I parted my legs and, straightening them as much as I could, extended my body and let my head fall back a little whilst pushing my pussy out. I would then move forward again with my arms straight gripping the oars in order to return to the stroke. Occasionally I would steal a glance at both of them, then quickly look down submissively and pull on the oars emitting one of those sexy grunts that female tennis players love so much.
What a dreadful tease I was. But they were staring right at me. I had them.
I continued like this for a few minutes until Madame leaned over and said something to Silvie who suddenly got up shouting “Wait. Stop!” She then scrambled past me to the back of the boat. A moment later she ordered me to continue rowing and I obeyed.
Her whip fell brutally on my naked back and shoulders. “Row faster!” She shouted. I fell in with the rhythm of the whip. The blows fell rapidly and as I leaned back she would whip my exposed breasts and belly.
I ignored the pain and pushed myself harder, increasing my pace and pulling hard on the oars. I focused on my body, its exertion and power. It was I who set the pace now.
“Harder! Whip me harder!” I shouted. “C’mon bitch, make me work! Harder Harder!”
My body was a precise machine – a perfect work of my own design. And they desired it. It was my muscle and flesh they lusted for. It was I who was their sun and they who longed to feel my heat on their skin. It was my will they wanted to feel flowing within them.
I was sweating in the summer heat and I felt my body glowing with its own power. I was a well oiled and greased engine running at full capacity. I worked the oars and could barely feel the whip, I was so engrossed in my own performance.
I screamed again at Silvie, “Harder! Harder! Fucking whip me you bitch!” I looked over at Madame and for the first time I saw a look of warmth and comprehension in her eyes. I looked down and saw her hand moving gently between her legs.
I had connected.
Suddenly Silvie shouted at me to stop. We were approaching the jetty too fast. I slowed and brought in the boat and we tied it off.
We climbed onto the jetty and Silvie immediately ordered me to stand to attention with my legs apart.
“Extend your arms above your head now!” I obeyed quickly and she gave me a vicious whipping in punishment. For her it was both release and revenge. I had just won something and she knew it. But I looked at her and as the whip fell on me I reveled in the power of her blows. She looked so strong – her golden tan, muscular thighs and majestic naked torso gave her the appearance of a beautiful Spartan athlete. Aroused, I stretched my arms above my head and pushed my pussy forward yielding it willingly to the lashes.
Breathless, she stopped suddenly and looked at me. Then, grinning, she pushed me off the jetty and into the cool refreshing waters of the lake.
She laughed and shouted, “And don’t come out of the water till we tell you!”
The Whipping Trees
After lunch the three of us rested naked under a tree at the water’s edge and chatted idly. My slave status seemed to have been relaxed and, as a privilege, I lay next to Madame on her right. I kept still and she caressed my arm and breasts. Silvie was on the other side and seemed quieter than usual. The heat and food had made us all languid.
We were quiet for a few minutes. Silvie dozed and Madame read – she stroked me lightly with her fingers as she did so and I thought this must be as close as one can get to paradise. It was a glorious summer afternoon and I felt totally at peace. We were on our own little island and I felt nothing could harm us. The real world was far far away. This was a moment and a time to be savored – one I wanted to remember for the rest of my life.
After a while Madame closed her book and called for amusement. She wished us to recount an erotic fantasy. And I was to start.
I thought for a moment about all my fantasies. There were so many. I said there was nothing like the feel of firm hot cock inside me and Silvie immediately quipped that she loved hot cock too but wasn’t always keen on what it was attached too. We laughed, including Madame, and I realized that she understood English perfectly well but had chosen not to speak it in my presence. That was another privilege and my privileges had to be earned the hard way.
I started my story.
Yesterday I had been exploring the grounds of the house and had wandered through the woods at the back. I hadn’t gone far when I came across Madame whipping one of the farm boys. He was manacled and suspended by the hands and feet between two trees. He was gagged so no one could hear his cries and I didn’t know if Madame was whipping him as a punishment or if she was doing it for pleasure.
His blond locks fell down his sweating forehead and over his eyes. The rest of his body was almost hairless. I guessed he was not long out of his teens and his lean wiry body was of a type that had been sculpted by hard work rather than the standard designer six pack and pecks you find in the gym.
But what drew my attention more than anything was his massively erect cock. It was a long, hard rod of muscle and flesh and it was pointing right at me. Madame was whipping it relentlessly. Lashes rained down upon it and yet, although the boy screamed and begged, his cock always sprung back up again – proud, resilient and undefeated. It just kept bouncing back up. No matter how many times the pendulum swung the clock face always showed two o’clock. I was fascinated by it.
The whipping must have been agony but, as I now knew, it was also gorgeous invigorating pleasure-pain and he obviously loved it. I stood mesmerized, wondering how many more lashes of the whip there would be before his cock erupted and gushed its hot juice.
Madame saw me and beckoned me closer.
I stood in front of him and ran my fingers down his soft hairless chest, over his hard nipples and down to the majesty of his manhood. It was hard like steel, hot and dripping wet. My fingers explored it softly and I carefully caressed the tip. I knelt before it and placed it to my mouth to taste its sweetness. Softly and very carefully, my lips enclosed it and my tongue gently licked. It was delicious – a succulent delight.
I stood up and placed it inside me.
I squeezed his balls. “If you come before me I will rip them off. Understand?”
He moaned assent.
Once inside, I nodded to Madame who resumed whipping him hard from behind – so hard I too could feel the force of the blows. I fucked him to the rhythm of the whip. Crack! Crack! Crack!
All I could feel was his cock growing inside me and the whip lashing his glorious naked ass. His cock and the whip. His cock and the whip… I begged Madame, “Harder! … Faster! … Oh please … Whip him harder! … HARDER!”
The powerful blows against his ass made his pelvis jerk and thrust his cock ever deeper into me. I loved the motion and I could feel myself starting to come. I owned him – his cock was mine. His potency was mine. His body and its proud member were subservient to my lust and my will. I put my arms around his neck and pulled his writhing manacled body closer to me and shouted, “Whip him! Whip him! Whip him… harder! Oh…Please…!”
The whip fell and fell until his body jerked and thrust involuntarily and he gushed his hot sweet cum inside me and I just kept on coming and coming and he wasn’t a man, he was all men and he was inside me and his fire was inside me and it devoured me in hot licking flames of fiery pleasure and I was delivered to a conflagration…
I was gasping.
I hung around his neck for a few moments and then withdrew the now flaccid dripping organ. It was no good to me now. Useless and spent, it drooped in shame.
I thanked Madame for the gift and then returned to the path knowing that she would soon whip his manhood back into shape.
Silvie gasped, “Wow! I want a farm boy! Can we have a farm boy to play with? Please, Madame?”
Madame laughed and patted our pussies, “Ça peut s’arranger.”
Continues 8. The Punishment of Silvie (I)