thing is simple.
There's no way I'll let you loose. You both belong to me. Anytime you feel awkward or silly, just tell me and I'll thrash it out of you. Understood?'
'Yeeees, . Mistress.'
'Susan, untie her hands. That bit of rope was to tempt you.' Cicely, in quiet control, watched the tugging of cord. When she spoke again her voice was crisp. 'I did a bit of thinking while those two bastards were doing what they did to us. I thought damn hard about that whipping they promised me. I've never been whipped.' She took a deep breath. 'You are going to whip me now.'
The impossible: The exquisite: A feast of lust: A cruel beauty: A breathtaking tenderness of love. . ! Ilona's mind was in turmoil. Her limbs were free but they obeyed a will stronger than her own. The collar riveted on her neck was her only bond. She viewed what her eyes beheld as a picture of herself. She was one with Cicely, her alter-ego.
Susan understood. Susan was infinitely wise. Cicely was as though drugged, her eyes alight with a vision of her own, her naked loveliness passive to the will of nymphet mischief. Ilona believed she herself could not have obeyed. But Susan could obey. Susan understood. Susan would whip her Mistress in a joy of sharing an ultimate quintessence of emotion.
Ilona watched a tumescent dream of beauty as naked arms were raised and female wrists strapped tight, her mind echoing Cicely's last words: 'You are both free, darlings. Whip me. Then leave me tied naked to the post. Do what you like. Do anything. Ilona, if you order Josh to strike the collar from your neck he will do so.'
The cringe and the wince, but also the flare of concupiscence at the sound of thong on female flesh and sight of a red line springing into glorious life on virgin skin. The richest girl in Texas had never been whipped, never, never, never. But she was being whipped now. The soft planes of her back, her curvaceous derriere, the round softness of her thighs were offering themselves as the strapped bare arms raised to receive the benediction of the Post. The richest girl in Texas absorbed her pain with no more than a long in-drawn breath.
Susan was a vision of youth, her poised nudity, the long sweep of arm, the twist of hips as she pivoted on the ball of one bare foot to make the air sing to the knifing of her leather lash. Her features were alight, eyes sparkling, intent and entranced.
There could be no doubting the rapport between the whipper and the whipped.
The screams were long in coming. They were preceded by feminine sounds and feminine motions Ilona recognized though they were her own. Cicely was not being heroic, she was a woman walking slowly into a strange land, her steps punctuated by the whine and impact of the whip across her back, her bottom or her thighs.
Sometimes there was the creaking of the straps as her hands sought to escape the security of the tight leather bands. When she began to respond with screams they were not of panic nor of terror, they were a contralto of acknowledgement, of an emotion long deferred, of proud fulfilment.
The lovely legs were passive under Susan's hands, separating themselves under the small slaps of admonition. Cicely could scarcely doubt the intent of this opening of her thighs, but she gave no sign and made no sound of protest as it was done to her.
When the whip cut within the cleft thus formed her scream had a new quality of exultation, her feet remained wide apart to receive what Susan chose to give. Ilona watched the forming of the weals, agonizing but fascinated, her love welling to adoration for a woman whose chosen immolation was a gift to the two who were free.
Five strokes within the open sex of a Mistress no longer a Mistress. Five cries of sexual agony. The madly working hips and loins of orgasm. Susan reached within the cleft and palmed below the thrusting Venus mound. Her hand came away slimed and glistening. She showed it joyously to the girl who watched, then raised it to captive lips. The woman who had been a Mistress licked it dry and whispered:
'Don't stop, Susan, I've not been whipped enough.' As though in reassurance she added: 'Darling, I love you.'
The lash etched its most vivid stripe on captive skin. They left their Mistress strapped to the post. Cicely said no word and made no sign when Susan said, with finality:
'That's enough. I won't whip her any more, Ilona. She's a darling, she's marvellous.'
They walked away and left the sweat bedewed nudity of their love to her dreams and her pain. Both girls had been so often whipped they knew their Mistress's agony past and done. She would be alone now with tenderness, memory, and perhaps humility. It did not matter.
'The bedroom!' Ilona whispered urgently. 'We should be ashamed but we're both horny. I'm ready to burst.'
They scrambled for the sheets. But Ilona paused. 'Lock the chain to my collar.'
She demanded urgently. 'It wouldn't feel right?'
Susan clicked the padlock. When their successive explosions had exhausted them into whisperings she asked, impishly: 'Darling one time Mistress, d'you realize I own you both? I've got you. You're both helpless.'
'Keep us, Susan. Would it give you pleasure?'
'Of course it would, silly, I'd love it. I'd be so mean. But it wouldn't last. I'm a slavegirl. I'd let you loose and ask for my punishment in a couple of hours or a couple of days.' She grinned her pixie grin. 'Ilona dear, if I ever give way to such temptations please make sure I'm terribly punished.'
'You'll be punished quite enough.' Ilona chided. 'Cicely and I both know you adore it.'
'As long as it's you two. I don't want to be punished by Josh or Nora. Darling, I still have to be punished for that loose link in my chain, the one I kept secret.' Susan sighed. 'I know it turned out for the best all round but just the same I was guilty.'
'And you've got another wet pussy just thinking about it.'
Susan made a moue of apology. 'I've always got a wet pussy. I'm just plain bad.
I'm going to have you here safely chained and go and whip Cicely some more?'
'Don't you dare!' Ilona sat upright, eyes blazing, her chain pendent between her breasts.
Susan clapped her hands in delight. 'See how helpless you are! You can't stop me.'
Ilona tugged at her chain in disgust. 'Damn. . and I asked for this myself!
Look, Susan, if you want to whip a girl whip me.'
Carnality possessed them in a jumble of female arms and legs and thrusting mounds after Ilona's chain had fallen to the floor under Susan's key. Sheepish and sweating they eyed each other guiltily. 'And poor darling Cicely's out there strapped to that damn post' Ilona mourned. 'And look at us!'
'Don't fret.' Susan chided, 'She knows what we're doing. I think I should be whipped next, then you can make her happy between her legs while I stay strapped to the post.'
'Stop exciting yourself, you little mink.' Ilona's voice turned thoughtful. 'We've got some decisions, y'know. Or have you forgotten?' She held up unfettered hands.
'We're both free.'
'Maybe you've got a decision.' Susan said vehemently, 'But I haven't. When we unstrap Cicely I'm going to insist on being punished. Once I'm strapped to that post it's the end of my freedom.' Her eyes sparkled. 'I've never been whipped at that post: I've got a thing about it.'
'But, Susan, she won't feel like?!'
'You can whip me then. Promise?'
'Oh alright. I'll probably be out of patience enough to enjoy it. The way you carry on. . !'
'None of your playful pats, Ilona dear. Hard, so it hurts?'
'Yes, Susan, I'll whip you harder than you want. Now stop nagging.'
Happy in their love they went downstairs and out into the sunlight. But as they approached the white figure at the whipping post their mood changed, the weals on the white skin reached out and touched their hearts, the lovely nudity was pressed hard against the wood in the seeking of a solace Ilona remembered all too well. For a minute they stood in reverence, breathless before beauty. Then Ilona took Susan by the arm and led her away. They trod silently. Cicely appeared to have been unaware of their proximity.
Once out of earshot, Susan whispered: 'But, darling, we're not going to just leave her like that? What are we going to do?' She sighed in exasperation. 'This being free is for the birds. . no end to lousy decisions.'
'You've enjoyed it this far.'
'Well, yes. . But what now!'
'I'll think of something.' Said Ilona quietly. 'Come along.'
