Continues from 9. The Punishment of Silvie (II)
Photo – Bens Nashy
I woke up suddenly from a deep sleep feeling thirsty and confused. My memories of the day seemed dreamlike and I just lay for a while trying to recollect what had actually happened. I must have been knocked out when we were lying on the plinth. I remembered a hand over my mouth. Chloroform?
There was a tray of food on the bedside table. I took a small bottle of water from it and gulped it down. I looked at the food – cold meats and salads – and dug in. I was ravenous. The clock said 7.35pm so I must have been asleep for a few hours at least.
There was an envelope on the tray. I opened it and inside was a handwritten note from Madame.
I will come and see you at 8.30. There are guests coming and you must be ready.
I wondered what had happened to Silvie and went across the hall to her room. There was no one there. I supposed she was downstairs with Madame so I went back and finished the food and decided to have a bath.
I lay in the bath and thought about Silvie and the way I’d whipped her. I had never hit anyone like that before. I wasn’t a violent person at all. All of my aggressive tendencies had so far been channeled through sport and athletics. I was actually quite shocked at the violence I had used on her and I felt ashamed, not just at the violence I had committed, but also at my own apparent loss of control. I had willingly surrendered to it and had been very aroused by it. I had wanted it – needed it even. Something I had previously been unaware of had awoken in me new desires that now demanded release.
And yet she had wanted it too. Did that excuse me? I thought of her begging me – chained and helpless – and felt my desire rise once again. I closed my eyes and put my hand between my legs and slowly caressed myself imagining her in the clearing – erect and proud – a vanquished Goddess in chains awaiting her punishment. But there was something indomitable about Silvie. No one would ever really own her. It was like trying to own a force of nature. We could only surrender to her.
And yet Madame had possessed her. She had willingly submitted to Madame. And for what – for love?
Was submission true love then? When the desire and needs of the other are of greater importance than one’s own then love must be a surrender – if you are passive… But what if you are dominant?
And why did I find the whip’s pain so exciting? It didn’t hurt me so much as arouse me and hurtle me into a sense of power and exhilaration. It was, and I laughed at the analogy, like an extreme sport. I had been bungee jumping and parachuting and the thrill, mixed with fear just before that leap into the void, was not dissimilar and just as intense.
However judging by my failure to finish the whipping this afternoon I was obviously still more submissive than dominant. I desired only surrender and the freedom – yes freedom – that it bestowed upon me.
I imagined Silvie dominating me, owning me. I wanted her to possess me. And whip me. I stroked my breasts and pinched my nipples as I imagined her wielding the whip on me. I needed the whip. I needed the hard crack of the leather on my tender breasts. And I wanted my nipples clamped hard to her teasing fingers – pulling me to her hungry mouth.
And Madame? She had seemed so imperious and distant on the first day. What was it about her that had attracted me? Why had these desires been so latent in me for so long? The night Madame and Silvie had restrained me and whipped me had led to one of the greatest orgasms I had ever had.
I sank further into the warm luxury of the bath and reveled in its humid sensuality. I imagined giving myself to the two women – surrendering my naked flesh to their favor. I wanted them to find pleasure in me, demand and force it from me – to use and abuse me in order to taste the ecstasy that only my body would give them. I would enslave them through my own submission.
Where was Silvie? I parted my legs wider and my fingers danced to her imagined caresses. I so wanted her with me now.
And the cameras! The game? I no longer felt that Silvie was playing a part. The whipping had proved what it had needed to. But why were there cameras? Were they filming me all the time? I still felt suspicious. Were there cameras even in here?
I opened my eyes and jumped in shock. Madame! There she was! My God! Madame was standing at the bathroom door watching me.
I gasped. “How long have you been looking at me?”
“Long enough to see how beautiful you are when you masturbate,” she smiled.
I blushed and looked down.
“Oh please don’t feel ashamed. That’s so silly. You know how beautiful you are. Watching you gave me enormous pleasure. Were you thinking about Silvie?”
I nodded, “And you, Madame.”
“But mostly Silvie eh?” She smiled again.
“Well, perhaps it’s time for you to find out a little more about me.”
“Oui, Madame. I would like that.”
She stood over me and I felt once again that cool detached appraisal of my nakedness. Her eyes bore into me and I felt her seeking out my inner desires and secrets.
“Slowly get out of the bath.”
I rose from the bath and stood naked before her.
“Sopping wet. Hmm …. A delicious and succulent.sweet,” she laughed and came closer, whispering, “Shall I suck you?”
She was wearing a short black robe which she removed and dropped to the floor. Naked, she enveloped me in her arms. Our mouths connected and her tongue took possession of me and I surrendered utterly – she held me tight or I would have collapsed to the floor. All my desire – and will – was hers. For a few moments I was just a vessel for that which she chose to bring to life in me. I didn’t just feel pleasure, I was engulfed in it. It was more real than anything I had ever known. There was only pleasure. Nothing else existed. And it was building in me, taking me over and consuming me. I thought I would explode. We weren’t in the bathroom anymore. I don’t know where we were. I’m not even sure if I was me anymore…
Then our lips parted and I felt myself suddenly and brutally ripped back to reality. It felt like I had been torn violently from something or somewhere heavenly. I was stunned and I sank into her arms. My knees felt weak and I slid down to her feet.
She raised me and put my head to her pussy. I put my mouth to it and, as her hands stroked my hair, I kissed it softly and repeatedly in gratitude.
I looked up at her. I would be her slave. For that pleasure I would give anything.
“Come. Dry yourself and then lie on the bed. I need to talk to you.”
“Oui, Madame.” I found a towel and dabbed at myself distractedly. I felt clumsy and unfocused. She stared right at me. Her eyes followed my hands as I dried myself and rubbed cream onto my skin. Under her intense gaze I felt even more naked. As though she was looking through my nakedness to something inside me – something I was only dimly aware of.
“Do you feel embarrassed?”
“Don’t be. You are mine. Give yourself to me, totally. You understand? I do not tolerate falsehoods or the cheap hypocrisy of shame here. Now go and lie on the bed with your hands behind your head.”
She sat on the armchair opposite the bed. It was the first time I had seen her naked. Her skin was pale and totally unblemished. She crossed her long legs and sat erect in the chair. Calm, perfectly at ease, she had the air of a queen born to rule.
“Madame, may ask you some questions?”
“Where is Silvie?”
“She is downstairs. She’s fine. She is still your slave but she is preparing herself for her punishment.”
“May I see her?”
“You will see her later.”
“What is her punishment to be?”
“You will see. You will be part of it.” She looked me straight in the eyes, “As my slave, of course.”
“Can I be punished with her?”
“Why?” She came over to the bed and sat next to me.
“I…. don’t know. I whipped her this afternoon…”
“You were watching?”
“Of course.” She smiled and caressed my belly.
“Are there cameras everywhere? Are you recording me?”
“No. Not everywhere. I told you this morning I would be watching. I am not recording anything at the moment. If you remember that was Silvie’s crime. I have not lied to you at any time. And,” she shrugged, “If you don’t believe me you can always leave.”
That cut me short.
“Do as I say now. Turn over and lie on your front. Put your hands in each corner of the bed.”
I obeyed and she put the restraints on me. My arms were stretched and cuffed to the bed posts.
“Madame, are you are using me as a toy in a game – recording me – showing me on the internet?”
She was slowly stroking my ass now.
“I would do nothing like that without your knowledge. Look, there are cameras in the house and around the grounds. We have parties here. They can be recorded. Some things tonight may be filmed too. You should know that before you go downstairs. Remember, you can always change your mind and leave. However there will be people filming things with their own phones of course and for their own use. That is why everyone will be wearing masks.”
I had to believe her I suppose. I had no choice.
“So you were watching us today? Only you and no one else?”
There was a moment of silence before the answer came.
She looked me straight in the eye and said, “A few others were watching too. A select few. Some of them are here tonight. And they want to see you… in the flesh.”
Suddenly she spanked me hard on the ass with what I think was a riding crop. I couldn’t see. I cried out but I still had more questions to ask.
“Did you send those men after us this morning?”
“As a test?”
“Yes.” She laughed. “A test you passed in a most magnificent way.”
She patted me softly and then, without warning, whipped my ass again with the riding crop.
“I had hoped you would manage to extricate yourself from the…. danger. Believe me, I am very impressed with what you did this morning and the way you did it. I admire your quick-wittedness and physical prowess.”
She paused again, “You are most attractive to me.”
Her fingers ran slowly over my legs and up to my ass. She caressed my buttocks and her fingers gently pressed against my hole.
“Tell me why you want to be punished with Silvie.”
“I…. this is new for me. I whipped her. She wanted me to but… I wanted it too but…”
“But you enjoyed it more than you thought. Do you feel ashamed of your desires?”
“Yes. I think I do.”
“You love her don’t you?”
I feel very strongly for her, yes.”
“And you feel bad because you hurt this thing you love?”
“Even though she wanted you, needed you to do it to her?”
I could see what she was getting at but… “It was violent. I gave in to it. Isn’t that bad?”
“If the violence is born of rage, of course. But Silvie wants violence – a violent passion – born of love. So do I. So do you.”
The whip fell again and I cried out. I could feel my ass start to burn. I was finding it harder to concentrate as my desire for what I knew she was about to do to me took over.
“That passion takes us to the edge. There is an abyss below. We could jump. Do we? No, but in that moment we experience life to the full. Our bodies are brimming with life and we laugh at death. We have life and we love and we are strong. And we love – oh so very intensely – those who stand there with us.”
The whip fell across my back and shoulders. I pulled at the restraints, not to resist, but as a comfort.
I understood now. It was like extreme sports. The pain, the exhilaration the loss of control – they led me to the place she was describing. And yes I did want it. Silvie wanted it. And Madame too?
“I understand that as a submissive. But the dominant? The dom just enjoys their power? ”
“There must always be trust. Power is nearly always abused.”
That didn’t really answer my question but I knew what I needed from Madame now and I raised my ass to receive it.
“Do not feel shame. Especially as you are a woman. Women have been taught to feel shame by men for thousands of years. Men enjoy their power, their lust, their industry… But when a woman makes the same choices or follows the same path she is seen as a slut or a whore. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. They are just male words used to describe a male concept .”
“Do you hate men?”
“Of course not. I am just like them. Now spread your legs and present your ass to me.”
I heard the soft buzzing of the vibrator and I knew what was coming. I heard a soft spray and my anus was oiled and made receptive.
A sudden jab of pain and it was in me. Delving, exploring, it moved and hummed inside me, taking possession of me. Its ecstasy was close to unbearable. I whimpered, “Oh Madame, merci, merci….” Slowly and surely the vibrating bliss penetrated further and deeper into me puncturing my reason until there were no more questions or ideas or even thoughts and all that remained was the sweet hum of delirium.
“You like that, eh?”
“Oh Yessss…” I just managed to say the word. I didn’t want to speak. I could only cry out in pleasure as Madame pressed harder into me and the glorious purring tremor of bliss which emanated from deep within my ass enveloped my pussy and invaded my entire body and overwhelmed me in sheer and utter ecstasy and I pulled vainly at my restraints and joyfully and willingly captive I cried out and surrendered slave to it yes slave to it yes slave to her yes slave to Madame slave slave slave oh yessss….
And abruptly the vibrator was removed and still unfulfilled I was thrown back into this world of pain and hunger and I begged for release from it.
“Please Madame! Please!”
“Non! You will come only when I give permission!”
“Please! I beg you…”
“Non! Ta gueule!” And she whipped me hard on the ass. But still I begged. And the more I pleaded the more viciously she whipped me.
Then, suddenly, she ceased, “Good. This is how I want you for tonight. Hungry. Aching. Pleading. You will be my slave and you will beg for me.”
I was breathless and sweating. I was in pain, not from the whip or the blows, but at the sudden removal and absence of the bliss she had bestowed upon me. I was a junkie aching for the fix only she could give me.
“Shut up! …. Lie down flat now!”
She sat on my back and undid the restraints. Then she got off me and ordered me to turn over.
She cuffed me and attached the cuffs to the bed post. Then, without a word, she repeatedly whipped my exposed breasts and I cried out again.
“No! Quiet! I will continue whipping you until you shut up. Understand?”
The blows fell like hot lightning flashes all across my exposed breasts, belly and pussy and although I whimpered and moaned I obeyed her and did not utter a single word.
Finally, she stopped.
She then attached a leather collar to my neck and blindfolded me.
“Bien. Do not move and remain silent. You will wait for me like this. Soon, when we require you, someone will come to get you. Remember. Do not speak! Not one word! If you are a good girl tonight you will have your reward.”
Then, without another word, she left the room.
Naked and bound in darkness and in silence, my hunger grew and I knew I would do anything now to have it satisfied.
Continues 11. For Your Pleasure (I)