could you have wriggled free?'
Susan laughed. 'I can't tell that. Once you've tied a girl's elbows she's had the course. Even a sloppy tie on her wrists doesn't matter, tied elbows defeat everything.
That's something else to remember.'
The large well lit chamber designed for punishment suddenly held magic as Susan deftly cast aside the scraps by which she had been covered. Naked, she posed, her voice mischievous: 'Like me, Mistress?'
'My pussy's throbbing in agony at the sight of you.' Ilona admitted. 'But seriously, Susan, you must be one of the most beautiful girls in the world. You're lovely? all the superlatives.'
'I am, aren't I! I know I am.' The admission was without conceit. The platinum statue broke pose and massaged her rope weals while she talked. 'Mistress, unless you have another idea like putting me in those stocks or tying me to that whipping post over there, may I suggest the trapeze bar? It's controlled by a hidden motor, isn't it? That makes it easy for you and stretches me any tension you like. I don't think there's a better way of making a girl vulnerable to be whipped? or more helpless.'
'Of course, darling.' Ilona pressed a switch.
As Susan's willing wrists were strapped, one to each end of the lowered bar, the two girls were very close, bombarding each other with vibrations and female musk.
Their eyes were meeting easily now, bright with anticipation and an increasing knowledge or each other. When the straps were drawn tight on Susan's wrists, buckled and tested, it was she who suggested:
'You can stretch me to different heights and tensions, darling. Experiment as you whip me, see which one you prefer.' There was a breathless pause. 'Oh, Mistress, I called you darling? I shouldn't have.'
'I liked the sound of it. Call me anything you find natural to the moment.' Ilona kissed her rueful slave. 'Don't let's be slaves to titles. That word, Mistress, could become a bore. Call me Ilona if you want. I bet the whip will hurt just as much.'
'You have to select a whip, Ilona, or whatever you're going to use. . But get my arms up first.'
So exquisitely easy! The Mistress clicked the switch and beheld the bare arms rise.
As freedom slipped away, Susan turned and smiled. When the tug of the trapeze on her raised wrists stopped she look up at her captive hands.
'Mmmmm, it will do for a start, Mistress. I'll be able to jig around a bit. But I'm helpless.'
Ilona was enraptured, entranced by beauty. 'Mind if I ogle a bit, sweetheart?'
She asked reverently. 'Not that it would do you any good to say no. I'd look anyway.
You're one of the loveliest things I've ever seen.'
'It's a flattering pose, darling, my arms up like this.' Ilona circled the nude helplessness.
'You could kick me.' She pointed out reasonably.
'Too crude, Ilona. You could then tie my ankles together. That would be too crude too. Besides, you've forgotten the best part. If I kick I get punished. I'm frightfully vulnerable, y'know.'
'Keep teaching me, you absolutely delectable creature.' Ilona was lost in joy. To think she possessed such loveliness as she now beheld! The bonds gave her power over Susan's nakedness, but Susan's affection and submission were far more powerful arousals. She gazed down at her slavegirl's pubic hair in her first genuine examination.
Susan giggled. 'I can't explain it, darling. I must have had an Indian ancestor to get black curls down there along with what I've got up above. I rather like it though
? nice contrast.'
'Oh, sweetheart. . !' Ilona stood in erotic contemplation of a new found treasure. 'And there's so much of it! You've got a marvellous, wonderful, beautiful bush! I don't mean it overflows. It's all right where it belongs. . But such a rich sheen. . ! And the thick curls.'
'Why don't you feel it, Mistress?' Susan giggled. 'It does belong to you, y'know?
along with the rest of me. Feel my pussy too, you'll get a wet hand.'
Ilona got a wet hand. But she left it there to cup the swollen lips and their secretions. Her breasts were tumultuous. She was suddenly aware of Susan's laboured breathing. 'We must stop this.' She said firmly. 'Another minute and I'l unstrap your wrists and take you to bed.'
'Mmmmm oh, darling, me too. But the whip will cure me. It won't please my bottom but it will make my pussy behave herself? oh, and your hand: make me lick it dry.'
In a daze of wonder, Ilona Paisley lifted her wet palm to willing lips and beheld a tongue at least twice the size of her own. It was delightfully pink, muscular and competent. She remembered Griselda. Would her own?? In time??
'Oooooo, they're lovely!' The naked beauty looked down to where Ilona had strewn the instruments of her impending punishment on the floor. 'I'd love to swish them; you know, get their feel. But I can't. So why not use a riding crop on my bottom and a whip on my back? It will be good practice. . ?'
'Point out your choice, Susan, and tell my why.'
A bare pink toe made its choice. Ilona picked up the items chosen and put the rest away. Her heart was pounding furiously.
'The crop's slender, Mistress. It will hurt like crazy but it won't bruise. The whip's not a long one and it's only a single thong. It will be easier for you to control and be accurate with. A long lash curls and cuts sometimes where you don't want it to.'
'Like your breasts?'
'Yes. That short one with the slim lashes: that is the one for my breasts if you ever want to whip them.'
'Did your previous Mistress whip your breasts, Susan?'
'Not very often. She was sort of in love with them.'
'I'm in love with them too. They're out of this world.'
'But if you want to whip them, then you must. I don't like having them whipped, but it's one of the punishments. . ! What I mean, darling, is: after today you mustn't let me influence you.'
'Ready to be whipped, sweetheart? Want me to start?'
'Yes, oh yes! Hurry! A couple of hard one's across my bottom may stop this orgasm?'
It was quite unreal, a turgid dream. With the lovely slenderness of the crop Ilona struck and struck again with all her strength. Panting, she stood back and surveyed the picture her own hand had wrought.
Susan's nakedness went wild. Feet kicked, hips twisted and swayed, arms heaved against strapped wrists, fingers clenched and then spread wide. From Susan's mouth came sounds. . Suddenly the lovely torso and its limbs tensed in spasm? again?
and then again. . ! The moans changed tempo. When the sweat bedewed nakedness hung limply from the bar a girlish plea for forgiveness came from shamed lips.
'Oh, Mistress. . ! It happened. I climaxed. Oh, damn, I'm so sorry. .
Punish me.'
'But it's not your fault!'
'I'm supposed to control it better, to keep them for you. You have to punish me.'
'Oh alright, we can say that's what I'm whipping you for. Did I do alright?'
'Ohhhh, Mistress, I don't even know. I just exploded.'
'The marks on your bottom are wickedly gorgeous.'
'Run your fingers along them, Ilona, I can probably tell.'
'Like this?' Ilona traced the angry flesh with sympathetic fingertips. 'I feel a brute. But, gosh, they're lovely!'
'Mmmmm. . !' The platinum slenderness writhed in a plethora of sensation.
'Mmmmm:. . Mistress you did well. Ohhhh. . my poor bottom!' Susan managed a grin. 'But it says thank you.'
'There was a cane. Would you sooner I used that?'
'No. That's the British thing. You use a cane on my bottom when you make me bend over. It's awful.'
'How many strokes should I give you?'
'Six on my bottom for this first time, darling. I don't want to cheese you off with my contortions. It hurts shockingly, y'know.'
'Ready?'
