how much do you wriggle afterwards? I find it delicious.'
'I might too, if I held the whip?'
A flash of motion and the scald of fire! Ilona yelped and reached her free hand down to a wealed hip.
'It sets a mood, darling, don't you agree?'
'Yes, of course.' The whipped girl wanted to beat her fists again the post and weep.
'Lovely response! Ilona, I've been meaning to ask your age? You're so young for what you were doing. You went up the ladder?'
'I'm thirty-three.' The free hand was still rubbing the captive hip.
'Same as me. That's nice! We're quite lovely, aren't we? I'd imagine men still speak of us as 'girls.' Want to see me naked?'
'Yes.'
It took but few motions. Ilona gasped. 'You're lovely, you've got a gorgeous body.'
'The better to whip you with, my dear. This does give more freedom for the swing. D'you mind?'
'Not at all. I expect I'm privileged.'
A flash of white, then searing agony. This time across her belly. Ilona's wrist fought the shackle as she bent double.
'A touch of sarcasm, dear? I have to keep on top of such things.' Cicely's voice vibrated intense pleasure. 'If you like, you can turn your back on me and talk over one shoulder. I'll understand. I think that's what I'd do if I was standing there.'
'Thank you? I'll? I'll?'
'And I've been meaning to ask? I bought you while you were blind. You didn't know I was looking. I found those metal thingummys in your eye hollows quite devastating. I purchased them along with your pretty body. Can you see anything when they're fastened?'
'Nothing. Just black.'
'Interesting. I understand they saw it as an added inducement for cash when you were in their brothel?'
'Yes.'
'I rather like the idea. It makes you so exquisitely helpless. A cunt seeking a Master? or a Mistress.'
'They kept me like that a couple of weeks. It was bloody awful.'
'But it softened you, didn't it!'
'Yes.'
'Suppose I put them on you now, and then I whipped you while we talked?'
Ilona shrugged hopelessly. 'Yes, it would be an ultimate cruelty. I can't tell you how awful. Please, Cicely, have a little mercy? I don't want to be blind.'
'Poor Honeybunch! Alright, another time perhaps. Since I'm being so humane, how'd you like to stick your bottom out?'
The chained girl turned and protruded her posterior. It was not an easy thing to do.
'Gee, you've got a perfect rump, dear! Tell me how this feels?'
It felt as though she was cut in two. Ilona's scream was tribute to the crop and to the girl who held it. While pain blossomed, she grasped the post as though it was a friend, the fingers of her chained hand clenched, her breasts hard against the wood, an ankle tugged at its connecting links.
'Pure beauty, Ilona. Do turn round.'
Fearfully, the whipped girl obeyed. With one wrist held high, she stood dejectedly for what might follow. Meeting her tormentor's laughing regard, she said hopelessly:
'I can't tell you about the pain. It goes beyond words. Unless a girl's been whipped she can never know.'
'You respond so sweetly, dear. . Quite touching.'
'I know it's fun for you Cicely, but from where I'm at I don't have much to look forward to, do I. If you keep on whipping me I'll want to die.'
'Stand still.'
Shocked and surprised, Ilona stood while an exquisite nudity welded itself to her's and warm lips absorbed her mouth. Impudent fingers found her nipple while a hand wet itself between her thighs. When she began to gasp in arousal she was suddenly released.
'Like that?' Cicely's query was as impudent as her hands.
'Yes.' The affirmative was grudging.
'So! Now you've got something to live for, you silly little idiot? talking about dying. .!'
'Well?'
'I'm only whipping you, y'know. I thought you'd enjoy my conversational whipping. Spaced out the way I'm doing, it's so humane.'
Ilona knew herself in a game she could never win. But Cicely in a good mood was better than Cicely angry. Hating her own subservience, she vouchsafed: 'I'm sorry, Cicely. It? it just hurts so much I forget. Of course I'm grateful for the way you're. .' She had to swallow hard before the words would come. 'For the way you're whipping me.'
'Little liar!' The girl with the whip laughed delightedly. 'But the way you said that?! It came out real sweet. Darling, is it very cunt crinkling to have to stand there naked, with just one wrist fastened, and to know I'm going to go right on whipping you?'
'It's everything you think it is, Cicely. I want to curl up and disappear.'
'Lovely, lovely! Oh, sweetheart, I'm so glad I bought you.'
'I'm glad I didn't go to the brothel.' Ilona admitted in a surrender to frankness.
'But. . Cicely, please help me in this. . this. . I don't know what to call it. I'll try and not be silly. But? don't hurt me too much?'
'Hmmmmm! Careful with the blarney, kiddo.'
'I didn't mean it like that. Oh, Cicely?!'
'Time for another spot of agony, darling.' Cicely was brightly helpful. 'You know this one's coming, so stand any way you please. . and offer it a nice welcome.'
It was the veriest cruelty. Ilona tugged at her locked wrist and longed to flee, to disappear. . anything rather than just to stand and nakedly accept the cut of a whip on bare skin. Wishing she was tightly bound and absolved of decision, she turned and hugged the post with her free arm, her forehead hard against the wood.
'So prudent, dear, and so delectable.'
The crop seared Ilona's shoulders viciously. She wept in a bitterness of pain.
'Cry facing me, honey. I want to see.'
In shame, Ilona obeyed. She would always obey. She would never again dare not to. She sobbed and sniffed and did the best she could with one free hand. Cicely watched avidly. After awhile, the whipped nudity blurted: 'I'm sorry. It? it? it hurts so bad.'
'I bet it's worse because you can move around?'
'Yes. It's silly, but yes, I'm sure it's worse. Oh, Cicely, I don't want to be a cry baby. I'm sorry? honest!'
'Sweetheart, I want you to be absolutely natural. I'm enjoying every moment.'
'Cicely, can I ask questions? I mean. . without being punished for asking?'
'Why, of course, darling. Why not?'
'When. . when those others had me I wasn't allowed to ask, not anything. I was always being punished.'
'Ask away. I may not answer, but I'll be amused.'
'There were two others and a girl named Susan??'
'I bet you and this Susan tongued each other. I saw her, she was lush.'
'Well. . yes. She's a darling.'
'Ilona dear, I only wanted you. The others had no stimulating background, torturing them would have been a bit of a bore. But with you. .! Just think if your staff could see you now!' Cicely chuckled at a delectable vision. 'There's always going to be that connotation in anything I do with you.'
'Yes, I can understand that.' Ilona conceded slowly. 'But those others??'
