So I’ll trot along and leave you to do some quiet thinking. You know, seek the elusive attitude we’re trying to engender.'
'Oh, don’t leave me.' She was stricken.
'Wouldn’t it be easier for you?' he asked kindly.
'I don’t care! I don’t want you to go!'
Mark was touched. 'I was thinking of unlocking young Terry’s collar,' he said teasingly.
'Doesn’t she have to stay there all afternoon too?'
'Thinking of unfair treatment?'
'Well, she does actually enjoy most of the things you do to her, doesn’s she? She loves you terribly.'
'Glad you inserted ‘most’ in that sentence, love. There are some things the dear child can’t bear. They drive her up the wall. Remember that whip? She wasn’t acting. She hates it. She’s a little heroine with the cane or the crop. But not that. She loathes this thing you are enduring now. Sitting on a rail is another. When she gets particularly bratty there are all sorts of things I keep for special occassions to make her mind.'
'But you love her.'
'Yes, I may love you. But that won’t get your feet on the ground.'
Dorinda wished he did love her and that he would indeed put her feet on the ground. She knew that, threatened with this punishment in the future, she would really come to heel. There was a nagging awfulness about it that made a girl curl up inside.
'She is a darling child,' Dorinda avowed, setting aside her own misery.
'I gathered some mutual attraction yesterday,' he said dryly.
Dorinda flushed scarlet and squirmed. Her legs where all she was free to squirm with. But she used them.
'Properly repentant, I trust? Should have used that whip on you both.'
'What you did was bad enough. Try sleeping like that sometime.' She suddenly remembered and added a belated 'Master.'
'Not bearing up very well, are you, love? Anyway, I’m quite suree you’ll both be nibbling away at each other the first time my back is turned.'
Dorinda’s lips were mute. But her legs betrayed her.
'I know this sounds naive,' he continued hesitantly. 'But I’m curious. Is it very good?'
'Yes.' The admiration had been long in coming. Then she burst out rechlessly. 'I won’t lie about it. It was morw wonderful than I even believed. Terry’s a darling.'
Mark nodded. His face was not the thundercloud she had expected. 'You know I’ll trash you every time I catch you at it.'
'Yes master.'
'I think you are telling me a trashing is a small price to pay.'
Dorinda’s mind was a turmoil. They were on such treacherous gorund. But, hurting as she was. The truth seemed easiest. Her words came slowly. 'I suppose that if we could buy some happiness for the price of being whipped, we would make the pruchase,' she said simply.
'It’s Terry, y’know. She’s pure magic.'
'You love her very much… and you love whipping her?'
'Can youi believe the two things go together?'
'I can believe it very easily,' said Dorinda. 'I couldn’t have done a week ago. But I can now.'
'How come?'
Dorinda blushed. She could not answer.
Opinions: Terry
We are terriblye lucky of course, Mark and me, I mean. Brother and sister you say. Well, perhaps. But ever since I can remember Mark has been an adventure. Everything you do with him is right, so absolutely right that there is a sort of magic to it. He triend other girls and I tried other boys, but they were a waste of time. Whether he whips me or even does something really awful to me, or when he takes me up in the clouds with that lovely, silly thing he has between his legs – I’m glad I’m not a man and have to carry one of those around – it’s always fresh and new and sparkling.
Kyrexos came to us as a sort of Garden of Eeden in reverse. You know, we got put in there instead of taken out. The girl was Mark’s idea. I didn’t mind. His fantasy demanded her, so that was that. I’ll admit to a touch of jealousy, but that was offset by an exciting hope I’d get to whip her sometimes. I was curious, too, about that other thing: the two girl trick. I didn’t tell Mark that. He’s male and possesive and I was sure I’d got a sore seat if he knew.
Dorinda was a happening. She’s super. When Mark brought her home all naked with her hands behind her back I nearly exploded: you know where. I was naked too. And chained to the pillar on the terrace. When she looked at me in ashtonishment I got that same gorgeous crinkly feeling I get when Mark looks at me or teases me when I can’t do something about it.
The masochist thing! I’m sure you have to wonder. Bit silly, I think. Same as lesbian. Just names. Some people like boiled turnips and others like chocolate eclairs. If you’rw wise, you like both.
I’ll admit I’ve wondered about me and the cane. For me it’s a nice yellow whippy cane or a lovely slender riding crop. We get them at a place in London and always have them laying around all over. That way I can get that crinkly feeling in every room of the house. I won’t pretend I’m exactly joyful at the moment one of them laces into my bottom. I won’t bother with all the flowery descriptions of pain they go in for in those books you get in the backroom in Soho. But it’s really something! I can’t stand still for too many. I have to be tied. But the before and the after! Nobody, not even me, can tell you how wonderful they are. It’s like going up in the clouds the way I wold you. Mostly after Mark has whipped my bottom I absolutely attack him. I just have to. Except those times when he has me tied or chained. He knows I’m in agony. But he just laughs. It does something for his male ego.
I can twist him a bit, of course. I don’t think he’s caught on to all my little girl tricks. I can almost always get my bottom caned by using one of them. But if he thinks I’M twisting, then heaven help poor little Terry. I still love him all the more afterwards. I can’t help it. Mark’s terribly good to me and we both agree that when he thinks I deserve one of those awful punishments he’s also terribly good for me. I knnow I’m a bit of a brat. So I’m really grateful for the bad ones. I mean, afterwards, of course.
I really thought I was going to get it that day with Dorinda when Mark found about us doing – you know what. I was really scared and I felt guilty because it looked as though she was going to get it too. He did give us a bad time with that chain around our middles. I was angry enough to pop. Just think of it! Two naked girls fastened back to back. We tried with our hands but nothing worked. So we had to talk and giggle. The day had been a discovery for both of us: a couple of explorers stumbling on Eldorado. We both knew we’d do it again in spite of his silly old punishments. I didn’t tell Dorinda, but I was a bit worried in case Mark foxed us by keeping us chained or tied so we never could. You can never be quite sure about Mark.. I know I’ll just go pop if I can’t get at her again. She’s darling.
Mark keeps a lot of things to do to me up his sleeve. They are things that leave me uncertain whether I’m enjoying myself and getting the crinkly feeling or not. Sort of teasing things. Or some awful frustration. Or something that makes me look and feel like a child who’s been a naughty girl. I’m not a child, though I sometimes have the feeling he still thinks I am. That’s only when he’s in big brother mood.
That kennel thing is a good example of the ones that leave me not knowing. It’s cringe making. I suppose a girl kneeling there with a collar chained round her neck just has to feel like a little puppy dog. The only thing that’s missing is her tail and if it was there I wouldn’t wag it. I can just barely stand upright. The chain’s that short. So I have to sit and kneel or move in and out the little hole in the box on all fours. If somebody was watching – someone like Dave for example – I’d feel so terribly ashamed. I’d go inside and curl up. But even when there’s no one there I still find myself blushing. I always try and get loose. I never can. But it’s something to do. Mark often leaves me in these binds for simply the longest times. When he comes to let me loose I’m so terribly glad to see him I’m ashamed of myself. Talk about slave girls. I’ve always been his!
Then Mark collared me to the kennel and took poor Dorinda off into the tress I knew what she was in for. I’d spent a bit of time hanging on that damn posr myself on occassions, when he’d decided I’d been a bad girl. It’s not a punishment I have to wonder about. It’s just plain awful. He fastens me up with my toes a few inches off the ground and goes away and leaves me alone. I get scared and there is no crinkly feeling and I’m shockingly humble when he chooses to come back.
