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I had been
offended morally and emotionally. My body had been beaten and sexually abused.
I had been told I was overweight. I should have been overflowing with anger and
indignation. But surprisingly I was not. I was confused. My actions revolted
me, but at that same time my senses were inflamed in a manner I had never
experienced. Sexually I felt alive, and was far more aware of my body than I
had ever been.
When I arose from
the bed the following day I went to slide into my old routine of feed the cat,
have breakfast, and go online to check my bank statement. But I felt motivated
to do some exercise and so put on my running gear and went for a jog. I tried
to tell myself that I was not motivated by Mark’s ultimatum, but I knew deep
down he was the cause. I wanted to prove to him I had
the willpower, and, being truthful with myself, I wanted to avoid being
punished for not losing weight.
I was also amazed
that the junk food I had been scoffing down suddenly lost its appeal to me. I
found myself studying the diet plan he had given me, and went out shopping for
the right foods I would need to be eating.
Within a week I
could notice the weight loss. I began to take pleasure again at studying my own
body in the mirror. I trimmed my pubic hair and shaped it into a perfect V. I
even shaved myself around my labia, something I had never done before. I even
began to masturbate myself; such was my newfound level of heightened sexuality.
Initially I
embarrassed myself with the need to masturbate, and did it at night, in bed,
with the light off. Although I tried not to think about it, I invariable would
fantasize about being tied, beaten, and sometimes forced to do sexual acts.
Diane featured prominently in my fantasies. One night I had an overwhelming
desire to be tied up, and found myself going into my garage to look for some
rope. Once in the garage it brought back memories of my session with Mark. I
found myself stripping off my nightgown so I was standing naked in the garage.
I then found a length of rope and tied it around my waist. Opening my legs as
wide as it could I separated my labia and thread the rope through, in the same
manner Mark had done.
I pulled the rope
tight, then forced myself to pull it even tighter so
that it cut into me painfully. I then threw the other end over the rafter,
stood on tiptoes, and secured myself in position. I then closed my eyes,
clasped my hands behind my back, and for a long while just enjoyed the
sensation of being tied.
Eventually I began
to rock back and forth and felt my sexual arousal gradually build from within
me. When I could take it no longer I began to rub myself furiously with my
hand, loving the sensation of grinding my labia against the rope. When I
climaxed I kept rubbing myself and could not believe it when I came a second
time. This was the first time in my life I had experienced a multiple orgasm.
I could not
believe how quickly the next two weeks went by, and the rent was again due. You
may not believe it, as even I had trouble understanding it, but there was never
any doubt in my mind that I was going to go around to
It was Diane who
answered, and I was unsure of how to broach the topic with her.
“I see the rent
is due,” I mumbled politely
“Is it?” she
tried to feint surprise, but it was clear she wasn’t.
“Yes” I again
mumbled
“And?” Diane responded in an impish voice
I was feeling
very embarrassed. “May I come and collect it?”
“May you come and
collect it?” she repeated, and I heard Mark laugh briefly in the background
“
Yes”, and after a brief
hesitation I added, “please”.
“What do you
think, Mark?” Diane enquired of her partner, although clearly they were just
playing with me
After a brief
hesitation Diane responded, “Yes.”
“Tonight?” I asked, feeling my heartbeat already racing, and I breathed deeply.
Again a brief
hesitation while Diane consulted. “No, tomorrow night.”
The phone line
then went dead. I knew the next 24 hours would drag by.
Finally it was
time to leave. I had showered twice, and taken far more care in my appearance
than I typically would. It is so hard to describe how I was feeling. It was an
intoxicating mix of extreme trepidation mixed with sexual anticipation. I
feared the humiliation and pain, but also desired the humiliation and pain. I
could not even begin to understand, but knew I needed it.
When I knocked on
their door the very familiar nervousness had gripped me. Even though I was
breathing very deeply I still felt faint. Diane answered the door, and my very
first reaction was one of disappointment that she was fully clothed, and not
naked, or better still, tied to her bed. I desired to see her naked tonight.
Diane greeted me
with a hug, and how I soaked up her pleasant, fresh odour. I wanted to hold her
tightly, but kept my desires in check.
“Mark wants you to
undress,” she whispered into my ear
“You too, I
hope,” the words were out of mouth almost before I realised, and I immediately
felt embarrassed.
“No,
just you.” She
responded with a smile before skipping away into the kitchen, leaving me alone.
For a moment I
just stood there, focusing on my breathing.
Everything spiralled out of control when I was with Mark and Diane. I
had lost any ability to influence events, and it took a lot of getting use,
especially as I use to be the one always in control.
There was never
any question of not undressing; it was just a case of getting the courage. I
took three deep breaths, and then stripped off my garments as quickly as I
could. I especially did not allow myself to hesitate when it came to removing
my underwear. Emotionally it is hardest to take off your bra and panties
because they hide the most personal and private parts of a woman.
Soon I was naked,
and stood there in awkward silence. Despite my extreme nervousness I smiled
briefly to myself. I could not believe I was standing stark naked in the lounge
of my own tenanted houses, waiting for the teenage residents to appear.
It was Diane who
appeared first, poking her head curiously around the door from the kitchen. She
briefly looked surprised to see me naked, as if she had not expected me to obey
so meekly. Her young eyes roved up and down my body several times as if she was
trying to memorise every feature of my body for a future biology test. I found
myself blushing even more. It was especially embarrassing to be naked in front
of a fully clothed Diane.
“Put your hands
behind your neck.” Her voice was not much louder than a whisper
I frowned at her,
unsure of why she was asking me to do such a thing.
Diane stepped
clear of the door, and then demonstrated for me what she meant by clasping her
hands behind her neck, elbows out.
“And open your
legs until they are out like this,” again demonstrating enthusiastically. She
slid her legs open until they were about thirty inches apart.
“Why?” I was
dumbfounded by her request.
“Because
Mark likes me to stand naked like that. He’s silly, isn’t he?” She giggled like a child
before disappearing back into the kitchen.
When she had
demonstrated it, it seemed so natural, but when I tried it I felt awkward and
humiliated, and quickly brought my arms back down to my sides and closed my
legs. It was such a submissive pose. Then it hit me; that was the whole purpose
of posing like that. To show, or demonstrate, submission.
I realised this
was what I was doing. I had come to
Again I waited. I
felt foolish, exposed, but also very submissive. I could feel the sexual energy
permeating through my veins. I realised that if anyone should enter the
unlocked front door they would get one heck of a shock, and I would die with
embarrassment. But this realisation did not cause me to move.
Diane poked her
head around the door again, and noting my submissive pose she beamed me a big
smile and gave me the thumbs up sign. I could not help returning her smile,
although rather sheepishly. She then disappeared again back to whatever was
occupying her in the kitchen. I cook smell food, so assumed she was preparing a
meal. I wondered where Mark was. I listened intently but could hear no other
noises or movement.
I must have held
my naked, submissive pose for a good 15 minutes, and my arms were becoming
tied. I contemplated bringing them down to stretch, but did not want to. I
wanted to endure the uncomfortableness.
Finally I heard
the noise of a vehicle pulling up outside, and the noise of someone walking up
to the front door. Every instinct in my body told me to flee to safe cover
somewhere. But I shut these thoughts out and doggedly forced myself to maintain
my position. I prayed it was Mark who walked through that door, and not someone
like Diane’s mother. I had met her mother briefly when Diane and Mark signed
the lease. This thought caused my heart to beat even harder.
The front door
opened. No one spoke. I began to panic. Which would be the
best direction to run. What have I done? I even hoped I would faint to
save me the embarrassment.
Then Mark stepped
into view and I let out a deep sigh of relief. Which was a
bit strange given what pain and humiliation he was almost certainly going to
inflict on me tonight.
He looked at me
with satisfaction, “Good girl”
I could not help
myself responding, “Thank you, sir.”
Just as quickly
he disappeared down the hallway, and I resumed my waiting ordeal, my shoulders
and arms becoming numb.
Eventually Mark
reappeared, Diane following close behind. Initially I could not make out what
Mark was carrying, then blushed when I realised it was a set of weighing
scales. He placed them on the floor, then silently
gestured for me to step onto them. I took my arms down and went to step forward
onto the scales.
“Keep your arms
up!” he barked out, surprising me so much I stepped back.
Embarrassed, I
put my tired arms up and clasped my hands behind my head, then on impulse
opened my legs as I had been instructed by Diane.
“Don’t be an
idiot. How can you stand on the scales with your legs open” Mark chided me.
I felt like a
child. Hastily I closed my legs, then stepped forward
onto the scales, careful to ensure I kept my hands in place behind my head and
my elbows out.
Mark stepped
forward and studied the readout on the scale. “144 lb. What weight were you?”
“148 lb” I
announced proudly
“Are you sure?”
Mark gave me his one eyebrow quizzical look. “I thought you were 143 lb.”
“Absolutely not,”
I responded indignantly, “I was definitely 148 lb. I have been exercising every
day and following your diet closely” I puffed my chest out proudly.
“Following my
diet closely, or following my diet exactly?” Mark drilled.
I felt my
shoulders slump. “ I have mostly eaten what you had on
the diet, but some days I was just so hungry I had a few harmless titbits.” I
realised my voice had a pathetic whine to it.
“There are no such thing as harmless titbits. You are to follow the
diet exactly, is that understood.”
“Yes, sir,” I
whimpered
“You will be
punished for not following the diet. But I am pleased that you have lost 4 lb.”
“Yes,
sir. Thank you, sir.”
Mark was playing
me like a violin and I was totally in his hands. It was frightening how I had
given myself over to him.
“Go and wait for
us in the garage,” Mark spoke dismissively, ”And leave
the light off.”
Head down, I
turned and trotted off in the direction of the garage. The day after my last
‘visit’ to
As I closed the
door the garage was thrown into darkness. I took a few tentative steps away
from the door, but kept my eye on the very thin sliver of light that was coming
under the doorway leading back into the house. I then placed my hands behind my
head and opened my legs to what felt like the right width. I was scared, both
by the dark and also the punishment I was going to receive. But a surge of
excitement also pulsed through me.
As I waited in
the darkness I also realised that I was becoming desperate to use the toilet.
With the diet Mark had me on I had to drink copious amounts of water, which
meant I had to urinate a lot more frequently than normal. Plus I never had a
strong bladder in the first place. I began to fret over it, which even made the
urge worse. I had just made up my mind to make a quick dash to the toilet when
the door opened. Both Mark and Diane were framed by the light of the doorway.
Mark flicked on the light, and both of them came to stand in front of me. I
realised that despite the cool damp conditions of the garage my body was
covered with a glow of perspiration.
Mark stared at my
nakedness, increasing my anxiety.
“Are you wet?” he
asked pointedly
I drew in my
breath. I knew I could not lie. I had already suffered the consequences of
lying. Even so, it was devastatingly embarrassing to admit I became sexually
stimulated when treated in such a manner
Mark cocked his
eyebrow, waiting for my response
“I think I might
be,” I admitted sheepishly, looking down at my feet on the grimy garage floor.
“You might be!”
Mark smiled, “Well I guess we just are going to have to check.”
I looked at Mark,
pleading with my eyes, shaking my head from side to side.
“You don’t want
me to?” he enquired, still grinning.
“No,
sir,” I pouted, still shaking my head.
“Well, you know
me, always the obliging one,” he smiled mischievously, “In that case we will
have to get Diane to check you then.”
I looked at him
mortified, “No, sir. Please, sir, not Diane” I pleaded.
I glanced at
Diane. She was smiling like the cat that just found the bowl of cream. Clearly
I was not going to get any support from her. I resolved to at least try
delaying tactics
“Please, I
desperately need to go to the toilet,” I pleaded, and it was the truth. The
anxiety was increasing my need to urinate. “I will be quick, I promise.”
I unclasped my
hands from behind my back and took a couple of quick steps towards the door.
“Did I give you
permission to go anywhere,” Mark barked out, causing me to stop in my tracks.
“No, but I need
to go desperately,” I again pleaded.
“Get back into
position right now. You have just earned yourself extra punishment.”
I hung my head in
defeat, shuffled back to where I had been standing, clasped my hands behind my
neck and opened my legs. I could feel a tear rolling down my cheek.
Mark whispered
into Diane’s ear, and whatever he said caused Diane to look at me and lick her
lips. A shiver ran up my spine. I had always regarded Diane as a victim, like
me, and felt hurt that she was now being the aggressor.
Diane walked
behind me; standing so close I could feel her breath on the back of my neck.
She smelt so fresh and clean, which made me feel embarrassed as I smelt of
sweat.
“Open you legs
wider,” she purred into my ear.
I obeyed
“Wider,” she
again purred.
I thrust my feet
out even wider. I prayed urine would not leak from my bladder. She ran a finger
provocatively down my spine, and slowly over my buttocks. When her finger
lightly touched my vagina, I moaned out loud, from a combination of gross
embarrassment and excitement.
“Have you ever
been touched by a woman before?” she whispered erotically into my ear.
“No.” I responded
truthfully
“Do you like my
touch?” Again she touched my vagina, this time with more pressure.
I was embarrassed
beyond belief that I was being touched intimately by another woman, but the
embarrassment only served to fuel my inner fires.
“Yes” I
responded, blushing.
Then without
warning her finger slid deep into my vagina. I was so wet and open she met no
resistance.
She removed her
hand and reached over so she was holding it just in front of my face, my juices
clearly glistening on her finger. I could clearly smell my sexual scent.
“I think we know
the answer,” she continued to whisper in my ear in her disarmingly erotic
manner.
My breathing
intensified. Mark watched on, clearly enjoying the show.
“Don’t you think
you should clean my finger,” she cooed provocatively, holding the finger closer
to my mouth.
Incredibly I
opened my mouth and engulfed her finger, sucking hard, tasting my own juices on
the back of my mouth.
Silently she
withdrew her finger and a moment later I felt it brushing over my labia. I
groaned again and bent my knees, trying to push myself down onto her finger
“Randy little
bitch, aren’t you?” she cooed
I pressed down
harder, and was rewarded by her sliding two fingers deep into my vagina. My
hips began to rotate back and forth and I could feel an orgasm building
quickly. I don’t think I had ever felt so randy.
I began to breath in short gasps and increased my hip thrusts on her
fingers, but then to my dismay she removed them
“Nooooo!” I cried out in anguish. I stood there,
panting, trying to get my hips back under control. I desperately wanted to
orgasm.
Just as I gained
a semblance of control over my body she entered me again, this time with what
felt like three fingers. It felt so good and full. My body reacted instantly
and quickly began to build to a crest of an orgasm. My hips were bucking and I
was pressing my pelvis down as hard as I could on the intruding fingers.
But just as I was
on the verge of coming she cruelly removed her fingers again. I cried out in
frustration and bent my knees even further, trying to seek out her fingers.
Then, too late, I realised I had put too much pressure on my bladder by opening
my legs so wide and pushing down. I quickly straightened my legs and clamped my
muscles tight, but it was too late and I my bladder was so achingly full. Urine
began trickling out of me. I briefly reflected on the fact that this must be
the most embarrassing moment of my life. I wanted to run, but knew it was too
late. Urine was about to spray out of me, regardless of what I did. It was far
too late to think of making it to a toilet.
“She’s peed on my
hand!” Diane tried to sound horrified.
This only served
to increase my misery. My plight was now well and truly visible to my young
tormentors. I kept clamping my muscles, hoping beyond hope I could stem the
trickle. But it was a lost cause. The trickle increased to a steady stream,
running down my legs and puddling at my feet.
“Open your legs
wide.” Even in my moment of abject misery Mark exerted his control over me.
I open my legs
wide, and with that I lost all ability to control my bladder. Urine gushed out
of me like a fountain, and splashed noisily on the garage floor. I was
mortified, but as I looked down at myself I was also fascinated. Obviously,
being a woman, I had never urinated standing up, and in fact would not have
thought it possible.
After what seemed
to me to be an eternity the flow lessened, reduced to a trickle, then stopped. I was surrounded by a puddle, and my feet were
wet.
When I finally
looked up at Mark, his eyes were wild with excitement. He seemed to have
enjoyed my depraved display
“I am so sorry,”
I apologised, chastising myself for getting into such a predicament.
“Get on your
knees” was Mark’s response. He began opening the fly of his jeans and pulled
out his fully erect penis.
I was embarrassed
by the request, as Diane was present. I felt like I should ask for her consent,
but dared not speak. Instead I went down on my knees, and realised I was
kneeling in the pool of my own urine. Mark took my head roughly and thrust his
erect penis deep into my mouth, causing me to briefly gag.
He thrust
furiously and just as he orgasmed he pulled out of my mouth, shooting his sperm
over my neck and breasts.
Mark stepped away
from me, and zipped himself up. I looked down at myself. I was stark naked,
kneeling in a pool of my own urine, and had the sperm of an
nineteen year old dripping from me. I shook my head in utter disbelief. What
had happened to my life?
“Stand up,” Mark
directed me to my feet and pointed towards the centre of the garage, where I
noticed for the first time there were two ropes hanging from the rafters. I was
thankful to be able to step away from the urine puddle.
“Open your legs
and stick your arms out to the side” Mark directed and I did as instructed.
He attached the
ropes hanging from the ceiling to my wrists. At the same time Diane had picked
up a bundle of ropes from the corner of the garage and was tying two of them to
my ankles. Diane then handed Mark another rope which he tied tightly around my
waist and then pulled in roughly through my labia, and secured it in the same
manner he had done to me previously. Diane then took the last rope and looped
it around my chest, pulling it tightly into my breasts before securing it at
the back. Both of my breasts were now cut in half by the rope.
The ropes tied to
my ankles were secured to opposite sides of the garage, so that my legs were
forced open. Then Mark and Diane each took one of the ropes that was tied to my
wrists, and looped them over the rafters. As they both pulled my arms were
stretched up and outwards. As they continued to pull, my arms began to take my
weight and my toes were just touching the ground. It was painful, but I gritted
my teeth and determinedly tried to take my punishment. I was now suspended in a
star shape. The ropes were tied off. I realised I could not move.
I noticed Mark
walk to the door, then return in a few moments with
the whip. Shivers went up my spine
“I was going to
spare you the whip, but I think you deserve it, don’t you?” Mark enquired of
me.
I was not quite
sure why I deserved it. Was it because I was indecisive about whether my pussy
was wet, or perhaps because I had urinated on the floor.
Regardless, I knew it would be fruitless to
argue the point.
“Yes, sir,” I
answered in a whisper. The first blow was high above my buttocks and I screamed
painfully. The second blow was on my thighs, and this was even more painful.
The third strike of the whip was also across my thighs. I was already sobbing.
The next three blows were flush across my buttocks. The pain was incredible,
and I was begging him to stop. I would do anything for him to stop.
“That is the six
I was going to give you. Now you will receive the extra punishment I promised
you. Two more I think would be in order.” Mark loved exerting his total control
over me.
I groaned, and
pleaded for no more.
“Ask me to give
you two more whippings.” Mark demanded
“Please no,” I
pleaded
“Ask me!” he
repeated angrily
Between sobs I
managed to say, “Please whip me twice more sir.”
The whip rained
down on my hapless buttocks two more times and I almost blacked out with the
pain.
My captors then
departed the garage, turning the light off as they closed the door. I cried
into the darkness.