'Oh, but I can! Try and get loose. I want you to try.'
'I can't get loose, not ever! And I can't try, the pain's too awful.'
'You see, you're really truly mine.' I screamed. I had to break the thread of chatter in which I was outclassed. Throughout the brief exchanges my pain had steadily worsened. It was a relentless horror. I was certain this darling child had no comprehension of the depth of my distress. To stay like this for hours… in a peal of pure agony I screamed again.
'You scream beautifully, Euphemia. Everything about you is beautiful. Scream again.' I was totally at her mercy. I let my head bend forward and closed my eyes. I moaned steadily.
'I've just had an orgasm, darling. You're too beautifully erotic to bear.' Speech was too frustrating. I moaned steadily.
'With those sweet noises, darling, I'll have another orgasm in a minute. You're just too… too — I say, Euphemia, did you know the proper way real torturers do this is to raise your hands up behind so that you have to lean a bit more forward on your pussy?'
'No, please! Oh no!'
'Of course, you lovely sweating female thing! It's no trouble.' When my shoulders were wracked by my raised arms I leant forward as she had predicted. I had to. I screamed and screamed. I had forgotten the gag until she put it in my mouth. It was so easy for her to insert the ball and buckle the strap behind my neck. I could still dribble and make whining sounds, but my screams were denied me. I watched her seat herself where she could watch me comfortably. Dina smiled with love. I closed my eyes again. When I opened one from time she was happily reading. After centuries of agony the darling girl jumped up exclaiming. 'I almost forgot! Oh Euphemia, you'll get the most pussy wetting thrill out of what I've got planned.' She hastily donned her clothes and fled. I couldn't have cared less. I closed my eyes and returned to my battle. Voices are potent. I tensed. When they entered the room I raised my head in hopeless disinterest. But then! Had I been able to move I would have moved a lot.
'Hello, Phemie old girl,' James greeted cheerily. Imagine me! Naked and sweat soaked. My sex displayed and distorted, my posture grotesque. Even my features spoiled by the ball strapped behind my teeth. As the enormity of my humiliation seeped well in I became aware of the most shocking blush I ever remember. James! To see me like this! All I wanted to do was disappear.
'Isn't she superb?' The girlish voice was ecstatic. James was not insensible. He must have guessed. 'Phemie darling, there is a terrible beauty-' I did not want to be admired. I wanted to be freed. I raised my pain wracked face and shook my head again and again in denial of what was being done. With James there the gag was a final defeat. He was distressed. The little minx had put him on a spot. His eyes devoured my torture. He was obviously searching for something to say that was not absurd. He did not find it. 'Phemie dear, I'm sure that's pretty bloody awful-' He looked his perplexity, then switched it to Dina. 'I say, Dina, hasn't she had enough? Can't you take her down now? I'm sure there's other things…'
'No! Don't be silly, James.' The young voice held all the authority of her father's million.
'Do her hands have to be up behind like that? They look so-'
'Yes, they do.'
'How about taking the gag out for a minute so she can talk to me?'
'No! She'd probably just scream. She doesn't like this.'
'I don't suppose she does,' said James fervently. As though by sudden impulse, he turned and left.
'The poor dear was embarrassed.' Dina giggled 'He'd have loved to do the noble male thing if I'd let him. He'd have let you loose and felt terribly proud. Men are so silly.' Dina returned to her chair and to her book. I had nothing I wanted to return to at all. When Dina freed me and I gingerly stepped off the box I crumpled to the floor and wept. I'd had enough. But I was not abandoned. Young arms cradled me, young lips sought mine, a pointed red tongue licked my tears. After a short time young hands employed themselves with my body. In about ten minutes that little sexpot, Dina, had me raging with lust. She dealt with that also with the greatest competence. In that child's hands I became a palpitating bundle of erotic response, all agony forgotten.
'I'm not a bit repentant, darling,' she whispered into my ear while we lay tangled on the floor. 'You were too, too gorgeous. I'll always remember. Thank you, oh thank you for being You.' I adored her passionately. I suppose this is where my difference pops up. Instead of hating Dina, I loved her. Instead of being in some aftermath of trauma from sitting on that plank I was tingling with concupiscence. I did not wish to be placed on it again, but the memory was spurring my secretions shamelessly. I was glad of the handcuffs, they enabled this lovesome nymphet to handle me with ease, and they absolved me from decision. I was hungry for Dina. I wanted more and more of her. James had dissolved. I had a momentary shock when I discovered I'd been on that wicked perch for two hours. I'd thought it twice that time. But I was slave enough to know these betrayals of the mind. I shrugged it off. When, through the maze of lips and tongues and fingertips it was made known I must suffer more the knowledge did nothing but generate an erotic suspense. I almost felt guilty. But I was vividly alive. Dina did things that caused the trestle with its punishment plank to rise a couple of feet. A noose of rope circled my tummy and was pulled very tight with its knot in front. My cuffed hands were lifted over the plank to fall to the other side. I knelt on the box.
'You're going to be an amputee, darling,' Dina giggled as she bound my ankles back to my thighs. This left me standing on my bent knees, supported by the plank now beneath my armpits. When the rope from my waist was brought down and between my legs, then up behind to connect with my handcuffs I got the picture. In a total absorption, of joy my lovely torturess brought that rope back between my thighs and pulled and pulled. She carefully opened the lips of my sex to ensure entry of the tautening strands. When she was finished pulling and adjusting my shoulders were well back, my hands well down, the edge of the plank well into my underarms, my breasts well displayed, my puss sliced asunder and entered. It all hurt. Dina then removed the box.
'You're as lovely as before,' she breathed. I could not move. I hung. My stubs of lost legs well above the floor. Fire burned beneath each arm and through my crotch. But the one inside my sex burned brightest of all. 'I do hope it's awful, Euphemia. Is it?' I gasped confirmation and gratitude. She frictioned my nipples until I moaned from desire instead of pain.
'Would you like me to untie you, darling? I won't, of course, but do you wish I would?' I shook my head and moaned: 'No, oh no! Love me.' Dina busied her lips and fingertips. I blossomed into climax against the cords within my puss. We moaned together into each other's mouths. The child who possessed me was all the beauty and wonder of the world.
'Daddy let me have these. 'Specially made for you, darling.' I looked down at my breasts as Dina, with shining eyes, carefully and lovingly positioned the gleaming silver ornaments. As each jaw bit my nipple and attached itself to the utmost curve of my being I gasped in a complexity of sensations that left me panting. The clips were so lovely and so cruel! Their pain burned steadily.
'Want them off, darling?' I knew she was teasing. But I shook my head vehemently.
'No, no. Oh, please no!' Thus I was suspended. Bound in agony by this child who sat close and feasted and fulfilled her hunger. I let my head fall, my eyes close, and knew that I too was fulfilled through her.
'Darling! I have to let you loose sometime. I wish I didn't.' It was aeons later. Both of us were replete and exhausted. I knew I would be grateful for release, but I did not want it.
'You can sleep with me, Euphemia. I'll just chain you by one ankle. Daddy said I could.' I made moaning sounds of pain and love.
'Darling! I'm scared about tomorrow. What are they going to do to you?' I struggled back from the lovely dream. 'I'm to be given to a man to be tortured so that he'll feel under an obligation to your father.' I heard the hiss of her indrawn breath. 'A man! Ugh!'
'It's happened before, Dina. I'm a slave.'
'You don't want it though?'
'No, but I'm helpless. And I did sort of agree — for a reason.'
'Phemie! Oh darling!' I had nothing to say. I was lost.
'You're not going to! I won't let you! You're too beautiful to waste on men.'
'But Dina, what can I do?'
'It's what I can do, darling.' She put a small finger on my lips. One word of protest and I'll gag you.' Her fingers flew to my bindings.
