Continues from 8. The Punishment of Silvie (I)
It was mid afternoon.
On the island there was quiet and stillness in the trees. Nature itself seemed to share the calm and peace of our post coital languor. I was sitting near the water’s edge with my back to a tree. Silvie, still bound and cuffed, was wrapped in my arms, dozing with her head against my breasts. I softly caressed her tanned bare skin.
I kissed her cheek and she stirred.
She moved her head slightly and her lips placed the softest of kisses against my breast.
I looked out at the lake and over to the woods. I could see the rooftop of the chateau. I was still trying to figure out what exactly had happened this morning. Silvie was now my “slave.” But Madame had said that she could be “used” by anyone in the house. We had narrowly escaped three lunatic men who had seemed intent on violently abusing both of us. I remembered Madame had said she would be watching us on the cameras in the house. Were there also hidden cameras in the grounds? Here on the island? Was she watching us now?
How long would we be safe here? They must know we were here yet they had not come to get us.
I had a powerful feeling this was all another game and I was being tested once more.
“Listen. Wake up.”
Blearily, her eyes opened and focused on me for a moment. Then she snuggled deeper into my arms and put her head against my neck. I held her tight. At that moment she seemed so beautiful and I realized that part of me – if not all of me – belonged to her. I was hers as she was mine. We were both willing slaves to the desires of the other. I breathed in the smell of her skin and my body bathed joyously in the nakedness of her flesh. I squeezed her. I had found my twin.
I felt a profound love for her but love – or loss of it – can also bring pain. And that pain can be a torment far worse than the whip’s.
For the first time I felt afraid. There were so many doubts. What did she really feel for me? Was she playing a part? How much of this was a game?
I needed some answers.
“Silvie. Wake up now. We need to talk.”
We disentangled and I stood up.
“I need to know what is going on. Is this a game?”
Suzie stretched and yawned. “No. You know I am being punished. What Madame told you this morning was all true.”
“Did Madame tell those men to attack us? How did they know we were there?”
“I don’t know”
“Where is Madame?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh come on! I have a feeling this is just another test. This is some kind of game isn’t it?”
“What they were doing to me this morning wasn’t a game for me.”
“So why didn’t you fight back?”
“How could I? This is my punishment and I accept it. I am Madame’s slave. I adore her. If it pleases her to punish me I want to prove myself to her. I love her. And I love you…. What you did for me this morning was incredible. You saved me, didn’t you?”
She laughed, “You were like some kind of action hero in there.”
“But I was supposed to do that wasn’t I? Madame knew I would probably fight back.”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so. I think it was a surprise for them too.”
“Well they certainly got themselves a surprise kick in the balls.” I laughed. “Silvie, this is all so fast. It’s crazy. What do you really feel for me? I don’t know how much this is a set up or for real. There are cameras everywhere aren’t there?”
“Are you acting? Are you two just using me for your games?”
“No!” She stood up. “What I feel for you is real. Absolutely. I’m not lying! I wanted you when I saw you on the train. Of course I did. You are gorgeous, beautiful. So strong. I pointed you out to Madame. We walked past you once before we sat down. I sat next to you. I touched you. It was electric. Like a flash. I wanted you so bad…. I’ve been needing you ever since and what you did this morning just makes me want you even more…. “
She seemed quite emotional now, almost angry.
“Do you want to test me? Do you? Do you really want to know what I feel and how much I feel it? We can find out you know. I am your slave. You can do anything you want to me. You can test me. Push me to the limit. Do you really want to know the truth?”
“Then find my limit and push me beyond it. Then you will know the truth.”
There was a pause.She stood with her legs apart, her glorious tanned body erect before me. Elegant and proud she looked like a naked Greek goddess in chains – vanquished but still defiant.
“Follow me.” She started to move off away from the bank and towards some trees.
After a minute or so we came to a clearing in the trees. A large grey stone plinth with iron rings on each corner stood in the center. It looked like an alter. There was a wooden frame behind it and two chains hung down from a bar across the top. At the side there was some kind of pulley device with a handle for raising or lowering the chains.
“What the hell is this?”
Silvie stood by the plinth. “Look at the base. There is a small square opening. Slide it to the right.”
I did so. There was a wooden chest inside. I opened it. There were ropes, chains, hooks… and three whips. One of them was a long bull whip.
“So this is where I take my revenge for the whipping you gave me the other night eh?”
“Revenge? But it was beautiful. I know exactly what you felt and I want it too. You gave yourself to us. The greatest gift one can give. I want to give myself to you in the same way.”
She raised herself onto the plinth and lay face down.
“Test me. Test my love. Whip me, mistress. Whip your slave. I beg you. Find out how much I feel for you. Push me to the limits of my senses. Keep me there. You will possess me with fire and thunder. I beg you. Force me. Brand me. Own me.”
She raised her ass and displayed it before me. Tanned, soft, full and rounded, it invited me, tempted me, begging for the lashes.
“But I don’t want to mark you. Your body is so perfect.”
“You must! I want to carry your marks. I want your brand on me. I want to carry the sign of your power over me. Please, let me feel your strength. I want fire and thunder. I beg you. This is how you will possess me. Like this there can be no doubt.”
I knew what she was saying was true. I was really aroused now. I wanted to whip her. I wanted to use the whip to explore, discover and savor her flesh. I wanted to take her on the journey of pain and bliss that I had known – to give her the exquisite pain-pleasure I had experienced. She was right. There could be no doubt.
I picked up the short whip. I made a first tentative blow – more of a slap really. Another. Harder. Then another. Her ass was swaying and she parted her legs for me. She was moaning with pleasure. I felt something like a crackling sensation in my chest. I could feel sparks in my fingers. My heart was beating fast and I was trembled with desire. Adrenaline surged through me and I felt hot and dizzy. A fire had lit inside me. There was a hunger in me and I whipped hard and fast now.
She moaned and shouted, “Harder!”
I felt myself devoured by my own lust for her and intoxicated by my own power. I climbed up onto the plinth and stood over her. “Spread your legs wider!” I whipped between her legs. In my hands the whip sought her most tender spot and there, at the entrance of all bliss and ecstasy, I took her, burnt her and branded her for my own.
I could hear her cries falling in time with the rhythm of the lashes. I whipped faster. In a frenzy of lust I whipped until I fell on top of her clutching her thighs and legs and pressing my mouth into her hot writhing red ass. I was breathless and I grasped her body and held it tight. Mine. Mine…She was mine.
I stayed like that for a few moments – shocked at how much how quickly the whipping had aroused me. Silvie lay gasping beneath me. I moved to one side and we both lay on together on top of the plinth catching our breath.
She turned her head and looked at me. “More!” She was defiant, challenging me, provoking me. “I want more! Fucking make me yours, bitch! Use me, come on, you pussy bitch mistress!”
She looked at the frame. “I want to be suspended from that by my ankles. You are going to make every single part of my flesh, my body and my soul live and burn for you and burn for you alone! Understand? Do it!”
I was stunned by how much she wanted it. She was commanding me to whip her, abuse her, torment her. Who was mistress and who was slave now?
I quickly got up, tried the pulley and lowered the chains. There had been some more hooks and stronger ankle cuffs in the chest so I took them out and attached them to the chains and then to Silvie’s ankles.
I slowly raised her by her legs. I went over to her and checked her cuffed ankles. Tight. They would support her weight. I raised her some more so her pussy was more or less at my head height.
I ran my fingers over her belly and then walked around her to inspect the upturned body that I would now torment for pleasure. I stood in front of her and pulled her to me by her nipples. I pinched them hard and moved back a pace or two. As I did so her own suspended weight resisted me and she moaned and gasped as I gripped the nipples harder to maintain my grip.
I raised my arms to caress her thighs and put my mouth between her legs to kiss her pussy. It was hot, red and wet. My fingers clasped tightly at her buttocks, digging at their rich fullness and I sucked hard and drank deep of the sweet juices inside her. I ran my hands all over her naked flesh, down to her breasts.
“You want fire and thunder?”
“I want you to possess me!”
I picked up the whip and immediately rained a deluge of frenzied blows upon her. No part of her nakedness escaped my furious whip-lust. I walked around her making sure that every single part of her naked body submitted and succumbed to the whip. Her breasts received a flaming torment of lashes, her ass was irresistible and burnt hot and red for me, her pussy, exposed and defenseless, held me spellbound – I so badly wanted her there. Blow after blow fell and her legs pulled and twisted vainly at the manacles and she writhed beautifully and exquisitely for me.
I paused to contemplate her.
Naked and suspended upside down, her beauty transfixed me. Her breasts were pointed and the muscles in her thighs seemed more pronounced as she struggled to fend off the blows. The bones in her ribcage showed through her skin and their appearance as she gasped for breath and twisted vainly fascinated me.
I couldn’t resist. I put my fingers to my pussy and softly stroked myself as my eyes devoured her.
Then I picked up the bullwhip. I aimed at her belly and breasts. It cracked and spat fire on her soft and tender flesh. She screamed and twisted as it cruelly wrapped itself around her torso. Again and again I whipped – both of us lost to a frenzy pain, lust and ecstasy. I lost count of the blows. She was shrieking and her body jerked in spasms of agony.
Finally, I stopped and fell to my knees.
I caught my breath and, as if waking from a dream, jumped up and ran over to her. She was shaking and sobbing. I lowered her to the ground and wrapped her in my arms. “Silvie, I’m so sorry…”
I had beaten her and had lost myself to pleasure of it. But now I wanted her more than ever. I wanted her forgiveness. And I wanted her approval. I felt more enslaved by her than ever…
I caressed her face and begged her for forgiveness.
She gasped and gulped out the words, “You are… so stupid… I love you. And you know it…. Idiot. If I could whip you now…. I would thrash you.”
I removed the chains, picked her up and raised her onto the plinth. I lay next to her and wrapped her in my arms soothing her with the softest of caresses.
We stayed like that for some time. I wanted to cool her burning torment and bathe her in caresses.
Then something stirred in the trees and I looked up.
I had the feeling we were being watched. The cameras. Had we been seen? Had Madame seen this?
Then it struck me. If there were cameras, they would be connected not just to the house intranet but also to the internet. Others, outside the chateau, would be able to view us too.
Was I going mad or could this be some kind of show? Had we – or I – been turned into some kind of live Big Brother / Truman Show style heroine who was being manipulated and toyed with for the gratification of others?
I suddenly became convinced of it and looked up to find any sign of a camera. Could this be going out live?
Were there people watching this now laughing at me searching for evidence of them?
Of course, you will know the answer already.
Then I sensed something move behind me and a hand forced a cloth over my mouth. I just had time to perceive its sickly stench when I blacked out.
Continues 10. Surrender