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I felt like I had known Mattie my whole life. She had literally saved my life on many occasions. The spiral of depression and self harm I had slipped into just before I met her were threatening to wipe out my existence. I needed something but I hadn’t know what it was until we had met one night in a club. Her club as it turned out. She hadn’t quite had the reputation she has now but she was well known as the most sadistic Domme around the City. Her club ‘The Bear Pit’ was famous for being the best and better regulated and safest s&m club around. The punishment suites were always booked up.

 

 

 

 

     The night that we met,  I had been high on something and suicidal. I wanted to find someone in the club to simply beat me to death. I just wanted the pain to take away all my other thoughts. Thoughts about my own shame of being gay of what my parents thought about it. Of how they tried to brain wash me into being straight. I was traumatised. I knew I was but I just wanted someone to come along and take control. I was useless at being in charge of my own life. I was killing myself slowly.

 

 

 

 

     I had wandered into the club looking for someone sadistic to play with me when Mattie had seen me. She came over and spoke to me,  sitting down quietly next to me and giving me a drink.

 

 

 

 

     “What do you want?”    I said,  annoyed at the intrusion. She just held the drink out and said nothing. I was 19 and she looked older than that,  possibly 25. She looked hot too. I looked her in the eyes and even then something in her gaze made me look away. I caught a hint of a smile on her lips as I did. I took the drink and downed it. I knew I looked a mess and I was wondering what the hell she was doing even giving me the time of day. I fumbled about my pockets for a cigarette and she lit it for me.

 

 

 

 

     “Look,  what do you want?”    I asked again.

 

 

 

 

     “Do you think I have to explain myself to you?”    I wasn’t expecting that reply and it sent shivers down my spine. I looked at her again and she was deadly serious.

 

 

 

 

     “What are you doing in my club?   Who are you waiting for?”    She asked.

 

 

 

 

     “I don’t have to answer you.”

 

 

 

 

     “Oh I think you do. I’ve seen you in here before. You’re bad for business. “

 

 

 

 

     “And how do you work that out?”     There was a sexual tension between us that I couldn’t work out. She was saying one thing but I was feeling something else from her. I swallowed hard as she didn’t answer. I took a breath to speak and she got up.

 

 

 

 

     “You can either come with me or leave. I don’t want you sitting here waiting for some sadistic bitch to flog you half to death.”    I looked up at her. She was holding her hand out. I still to this day have no idea why I went with her but I did. I put my hand in her hand and went with her. She took us through a black curtain at the back of the club and down a corridor. The club was really classy. I had expected it to look like some sort of a brothel when I first went there but there was a bar and then through the back were the suites you could hire. Most were kitted out with a cross,  chains suspended from the ceiling and a selection of whips,  floggers and crops. Anything that went in or up any orifice you had to bring yourself.

 

 

 

 

     I walked along behind her and she took us through the maze of corridors where we heard screams and cries and begging for mercy. My cunt was throbbing at this point just listening to the other people back there. We got to a door that said private and she took me up some steps to a second level and into a dark room. Without turning the light on she closed the door and left us both in the pitch black room.

 

 

 

 

     “What are you going to do to me?”

 

 

 

 

     “Be quiet.”    She said quietly and with full authority and expectation that I would obey. I did obey. The other times that a Domme had taken me through to a suite they had just tied me up and flogged or whipped me for a while and then I’d gone home. It had never been enough. Nothing was ever enough. I wanted intense. I wanted body on fire. Words like excruciating; agonising,  unbearable were words that I wanted to be using. I stood in the dark while she did whatever she was doing. She seemed to know her way around in the dark. The room was soundproofed. I couldn’t hear any of the other people once the door was closed. She came round the back of me and slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I went to touch it and she took it away.

 

 

 

 

     “Hands down or you can just leave.”     My sassy,  fuck the World attitude wanted to tell her where to go but my cunt wanted me to stay so I stayed. I took a deep breath and sighed heavily and she laughed softly.

 

 

 

 

     “Poor baby. Keep still now.”      I did what she said and she put the blindfold on. She tied it tight.

 

 

 

 

     “What’s your name?”     She said from somewhere round the back of me. I heard her click the light on but none of it penetrated the blindfold.

 

 

 

 

     “Cerys. What’s yours?”

 

 

 

 

     “I’ll ask the questions. You need to pick a safeword.”

 

 

 

 

     “I don’t need a safeword.”    I said cockily.

 

 

 

 

     “I’m not going any further until you have one.”     She said firmly. I sighed.

 

 

 

 

     “Giraffe then.”    I said sarcastically.

 

 

 

 

     “Take this seriously,  right now or leave. The beating that you are going to get if you play the game right needs a safe word now pick one.”    I could tell she was serious. I sighed again.

 

 

 

 

     “Alright,  I’ll say Mercy.”

 

 

 

 

     “You can remember that can you?   In the heat of things?”

 

 

 

 

     “I won’t need it. There ain’t nothing you can do to me that I can’t take.”    I could hear her walking about. She came to the front of me.

 

 

 

 

     “Present your wrists to me willingly and whatever happens after I take them will need your safeword to get out of it. Do you agree that you are willing to give yourself over to me?”

 

 

 

 

     “For what?   What are you going to do?”

 

 

 

 

     “That was a yes or no question.”     None of the other Domme’s that I had given myself to had affected me the way she was doing. I felt scared and excited and it felt good.

 

 

 

 

     “Yes,  I agree.”    I said annoyed that she had got to me.

 

 

 

 

     “Hold out your wrists.”     I did and she slipped leather cuffs on them. I heard a click of a lock on each wrist.

 

 

 

 

     “Stand with your legs apart.”    I moved them apart and she started undressing me. She had only put the wrist cuffs on and not fastened them together. This made it easier for her to undress me. She did it slowly and silently. I kept my arms raised as she removed my skirt and boots. She took my top off and removed my bra. After she removed my g-string I was butt naked. My mind was racing as she left me standing there. The room smelled of some sort of incense and leather. She came up at the back of me and breathed on my neck.

 

 

 

 

     “Do you think I do this all the time with my customers?”     I went to answer and she put her finger to my lips.

 

 

 

 

     “Do you think you’re the first or the last in a long line of many?   Do you think that anyone else will ever be good enough for you after I’ve finished with you?   What do you think Cerys?   Do you think I can make you cum through pain alone?”     That question terrified and excited me. Most Domme’s I had worked with stopped long before I was ready to cum. I didn’t hold out much hope for her. They were only words.

 

 

 

 

     She reached around my back and put a belt around my waist and fastened it tight and then she clipped my wrists to each side of the belt. There was no way to unfasten them with the way the belt was fastened. She lead me across the room. I felt her putting rope through my arms at the elbow and she pulled tight at one side and then at the other so I was secured by each elbow across the room. The rope rubbed and I knew it would burn if I moved too much.

 

 

 

 

     “This is your last chance to back out before I start. You can obviously get out of it any time after that.”

 

 

 

 

     “No. Just do it.”

 

 

 

 

     “Just do it?”      She sounded displeased. I was really ready for it just then and didn’t want her to think about punishing me for being rude.

 

 

 

 

     “Please. Please,  I don’t want to back out.”

 

 

 

 

     “Mattie. My name is Mattie. Don’t call me Mistress. You say Yes Mattie.”

 

 

 

 

     “Yes Mattie.”     She struck without warning and I did yell out just from the shock but I soon settled into the familiar thud of the flogger. She began at the back but worked all round my body,  kicking my legs apart so she could work on my inner things and even ankles and calves. Without warning she changed to a more stingy whip. She concentrated on my back and tits at first and I was warming up nicely. She came close to me and invaded my cunt with her hand,  her fingers prying me open and entering me. I caught my breath and hung my head back and she brought her hand up and invaded my mouth with my own juices. I tasted myself and she kissed me,  grasping the back of my hair tight. She pulled me away from her.

 

 

 

 

     “Are you ready for some serious pain?”

 

 

 

 

     “Always.”       The first crack of the bullwhip shot through my cunt like a gun shot. It hit my clit and I began cumming as she carried on cracking the whip at me all over. My instinctive reaction was to close my legs as they weren’t secured apart in any way and she cracked the whip at my ankles.

 

 

 

 

     “Keep your legs apart!”    She kept going with the bull whip shooting bullets of fire all over my body. She was relentless and I ended up screaming for her to stop. I never said the safeword though. I didn’t want her to stop but the pain was intense. She just kept going over and over again concentrating on my sides and the backs of my arms at the top,  all sensitive places that rarely saw any attention from a whip.

 

 

 

 

     My legs gave way eventually and I went hoarse from screaming. My arms were raw where the ropes were cutting into me. I could tell some of the cracks had broken the skin and I could feel blood trickling down my body in various places.

 

 

 

 

     “Stand very still.”     I felt the cold blade of the knife touch my breast and I didn’t move. My body was on fire but all my attention went to the knife at that point. Without warning she ripped the blindfold off and light flooded into my eyes,  blinding me. I shook my head trying to make sense of what I was seeing. She was standing in front of me with the top of the blade pressing against my nipple. I looked at my elbow joints where the ropes were and they were burnt with the ropes rubbing as I had thrashed about during the whipping. I smiled slightly. She put the tip of the blade under my chin and pushed up to make me look at her.

 

 

 

 

     “You like that do you?”      I shrugged. She laughed.

 

 

 

 

     “You’re not very expressive are you?   Maybe this will help.”      She bent down and I watched as she positioned the tip of the knife against my clit. She started pushing and I could feel it about to break the skin. I sucked my breath in.

 

 

 

 

     “You won’t be much use without a clit will you?”

 

 

 

 

     “What do you want to know?”     I said desperately.

 

 

 

 

     “Do you like what you see,  so far?”

 

 

 

 

     “Yes.”     She pushed a bit harder.

 

 

 

 

     “I want you to talk to me!”

 

 

 

 

     “Yes,  I like it!  I like what the rope has done to my arms. I’ll be able to feel that after today and see it.”

 

 

 

 

     “Very good.”     I breathed again as she took the knife away from my clit. She put it against my tits.

 

 

 

 

     “Watch this. Watch how beautiful the bead of blood looks as it forms.”     I watched as she pressed the top of the knife into my breast just above the nipple. It broke the skin and I caught my breath as the bead of blood appeared and trickled down my nipple and onto the floor.

 

 

 

 

     “I thought you weren’t meant to do blood play in here.”

 

 

 

 

     “It’s my club. I’ll do whatever I want. I could slit your throat if I want.”     She put the knife to my throat and for the first time I was slightly scared. She put the blade against my throat and I kept deadly still. I could feel it pressing into my skin and breaking it. She rocked it back and forth around the contours of my neck until I imagined a line of blood trickling down all the way round the front of my neck. She smiled when she was done and stepped back.

 

 

 

 

     “Very pretty. Want to see?”    I nodded and she shouted.

 

 

 

 

     “Speak to me you fucking slut!”    I jumped.

 

 

 

 

     “Yes,  I want to see….please.”      She showed me in a mirror and there was a red,  angry line all the way round the front of my throat with blood trickling down from it. I smiled.

 

 

 

 

     “How am I supposed to show up at work on Monday with that looking like that?”

 

 

 

 

     “Who says you’re going anywhere?”     My heart contracted and my cunt jumped to attention too when she said that.

 

 

 

 

     “I’ve been watching you,  coming in here,  week after week. Literally watching you.”     She pointed to the cctv cameras in the corner of the room.

 

 

 

 

     “It’s not that easy to find someone who I am compatible with.”     She looked me in the eye and started taking the belt off her trousers. It was black leather and about an inch wide. She wrapped the buckle end round her hand and bent down in front of me. I bent my head to watch her,  feeling the cut on my neck pulling. It was superficial but effective. I had blood all over the top half of me now in slight lines. The bleeding had stopped. She touched my cunt with the belt. She slapped my legs hard.

 

 

 

 

     “Move them apart!”    She ordered and I did. She inserted the tip of the belt up into my dripping cunt. It was a strange sensation and she just kept threading it in until just the buckle was left hanging out. I could only feel the bit at the entrance,  not inside. She let go of it and peeled back my outer lips,  pulling them hard to expose my clit. It was throbbing in anticipation. I was having a hard time remembering to take a breath. She put her mouth over my clit and just kissed it. Then she began licking me tenderly getting rougher and a bit faster as my breath sped up. Just as I was about to come she jammed her thumb onto my clit and pulled the belt out. She kept the pressure on my clit while I finished my orgasm and then she went round the back of me and began belting me with the belt,  wet with my own juices. That made each crack on my back hurt more. I cried out at the first one. She hit me so hard,  I could feel each strike erupt into a welt of angry raised skin. I could feel that some of them broke the skin and I was screaming almost continuously now. She concentrated on my shoulders and buttocks and she only stopped when my knees buckled and I began to cum. I was left hanging from my arms,  the rope cutting in having orgasm after orgasm. My eyes closed and my head fell forwards and my body shook. I wasn’t even there,  in the room. Time stood still. 

 

 

 

 

     I didn’t feel her moving me. She lay me on a mattress and put a straw in between my lips. I drank the cold water and started to come round a bit. I opened my eyes and smiled at her. She leant down and kissed me. I knew we were meant to be together. The rest,  as they say,  is history.

     Mattie had starved me of sex for four weeks up to the weekend that she had been preparing.  I had become very annoyed and had tried to seduce her into having sex with me but she wouldn't give in.  I was barely speaking to her now but she was focused.  It was the middle of the night when I felt her cuffing me.  Before I could speak I was gagged and before I could open my eyes I was blindfolded I could smell the leather.  I was hugely turned on and I came almost straight away.  She felt me and whispered.

 

 

 

 

     "That's your last cum without my permission.  Cerys,  I owe you 28 orgasms.  One for each day that I've deprived you.  That was the first.  If you cum again without my permission then I'll give you to the boy.  He's here to help me."      I started struggling now as she tied the strap through my wrist loops and drew them together.  She pulled me along roughly.  I stumbled along blind and she dragged me down to the basement.  My wrists were tied now and she threw me on the mattress.  I immediately tried to get the blindfold off.  She slapped my hands away.

 

 

 

 

     "Don't fucking start!  You tie her up.  Flat out."     I felt hands on me and a soft laugh.  I tried to get away but he tied me down.  He entered me and I knew that Mattie was watching.  I tried to get away.

 

 

 

 

     "Can I take her blindfold off?"

 

 

 

 

     "Do what you like but you tell me if she cums."      She sat down in the chair.  I heard it creak.  I tried to moan but it only made him laugh.  I looked away from him as soon as he took it off and he held my face and made me look at him so I closed my eyes.

 

 

 

 

     "The bitch isn't looking at me."

 

 

 

 

     "She's your problem."

 

 

 

 

     "She's fucking annoying.  I thought you said she was a bottom."

 

 

 

 

     "She's a pushy bottom.  She likes it rough."     I started shaking my head.

 

 

 

 

     "Are you sure?"

 

 

 

 

     "Yeah."

 

 

 

 

     "What if she's trying to tell me to get off?"

 

 

 

 

     "Take the gag off.  She never wants out.  She'll do anything for me.  Ask her."

 

 

 

 

     "Is that right?"     I shook my head.  I had a safe action to use when I was gagged and I didn't do it.  Mattie looked right at me and gave me a chance.  When I didn't she sat back.

 

 

 

 

     "Get on with it."         He shrugged.  I started crying as he entered me again.  He thrust deep and I wondered how sore I would be by the time they had finished with me.  He came.  I was close but Mattie always knew when I had cum and I stopped myself.  I hated being turned on by him.  He untied my hands and tied them behind my back.  He then undid my legs and pulled me up.  He whispered.

 

 

 

 

     "Do you know what I've always fantasised about?  Did she tell you?  It's gang rape.  She says that all I have to do is get you to cum without permission and she'll let me do it."     The thought of that turned me on so much that I became really wet.  He took me over to her and knelt me down in front of her chair.  She took her trousers off and sat with her legs wide open.  She pulled my face to hers.

 

 

 

 

     "You cum and you're his.  Do you understand?"     Tears streamed down my face as he entered my cunt from behind.  I was majorly sensitive and I tried to concentrate on my breathing to stop myself from cumming.  She pulled my gag off.

 

 

 

 

     "You speak and he can have you.  Lick me."        She pushed her cunt forward in my face and I licked her deep inside.  She pulled my face inside her so I could barely breath.  He was thrusting inside me deep and suddenly he reached round between my legs and touched my clitoris.  I sucked my breath in and as he rubbed it and thrust and I licked.  I came hard and she laughed.  He punched the air and shouted YES!.I started screaming as she put the gag on.

 

 

 

 

     "No!  You can't mean it.  Mattie no."       He finished off what he was doing as I struggled to get away and he grabbed a fistful of hair and came.

 

 

 

 

     "You're all mine."      Mattie got up and kissed my forehead.

 

 

 

 

     "I'll come back in the morning.  If you can do that again without cumming then I'll have you back.  I'll be watching you .Have fun."     I screamed through my gag and she left.  He laughed at me as I struggled to go after her and he held my lead that he had attached to the collar.  He pulled me over to the mattress and pulled me down.

 

 

 

 

     "Do you want the blindfold back on?"      I was torn.  I didn't particularly want to see what was going to happen but I hated the blindfold on.  He smiled.

 

 

 

 

     "Don't worry.  I prefer to see the whites of your eyes anyway.  I'm going to take your gag off now too but if you speak then I'll punch you till you black out and then shag you unconscious till you wake up.  Do you get me?"     I nodded.

 

 

 

 

     "If you bite any of us then I'll put you a mouth stretch gag on and I'll fuck your throat till you die.  Do you understand that?"      I nodded and he took the gag off.  He gave me a drink.  He was naked and he sat astride me.  He pulled me up by the collar and stood me in the centre of the room.  He undid my arms and tied one to a rope at one side of the room and one to the other so my arms were stretched out.  I pulled but they were stuck.  I had a bit of pull but no where near enough to defend myself.  He then hoisted them up so I was stretched up too.  You could actually lift a person off the floor if you wanted to but he didn't.  I was comfortable on the balls on my feet.  Mattie generally had me on tiptoes which was more uncomfortable but he didn't do that.

 

 

 

 

     "Are you ready?  No,  actually I might just have you again before I get the gang in.  I need to work you loose back here.  He pulled a step over which was like a long box and he made me stand on it.  It gave me some give on the ropes.

 

 

 

 

     "Bend over and open your legs."     I didn't do it immediately and he went and got the paddle and slapped me twenty times.

 

 

 

 

     "Now do it!"      I did.  I didn't want to fall as it would hurt my arm muscles.  I had done that before.  He started putting lube inside my anus and it felt horrible.  He sat on the box and acted like he was mending his bike or something.  Every now and then he licked my cunt,  flicking my clitoris with his tongue.  It made me take a breath quick and then the maddening laugh came.  He worked my anus ring loose.  When it was it felt awful.  He slapped my backside.

 

 

 

 

     "Put your legs at either side of this box."     He lowered the ropes which he could do by remote.  I stood astride the box.  He had a roaring hard on.  He lowered me down onto it.

 

 

 

 

     "Move up and down slowly."     He regulated how much I moved up and down and my thighs ached.  He got me going faster and came up to meet me as he came.  He pushed on my clit so I came too and I hated him for it.  He hoisted the ropes again and went to get a whip.  He whipped me across my buttocks until I squirmed and then he came round the front and whipped my breasts.  He threw the whip down.

 

 

 

 

     "My friends are anxious to meet you."    He touched my cunt and invaded me.

 

 

 

 

     "I know you're anxious to meet them."     I looked down dying to speak.

 

 

 

 

     "Have you got something to say?"    I nodded.

 

 

 

 

     "Speak."

 

 

 

 

     "Don't bring them in.  Just you.  Aren't I better just with you?"

 

 

 

 

     "Sh.  I know that you want it really.  I can tell."

 

 

 

 

     "But...."

 

 

 

 

     "That's enough.  Shut up.  Do not speak again."     He gave me some water and took the box away and he went to open the door.  Part of me didn't believe that he had any friends with him until they came in.  There were two men.  One was black and had a big cock and the other was white and looked quite wimpy.  He was short.  Quite a lot of the guys that you could hire were strange.  They liked strange things that they could only get from bottoms.  They smiled.

 

 

 

 

     "Here she is all waiting for us.  She wants to be gang raped.  Don't you?"     I shook my head.

 

 

 

 

     "She's just kidding around.  She's begging for it.  Who wants to go first?"      The black guy came over.

 

 

 

 

     "Shouldn't she be gagged or something?"

 

 

 

 

     "Don't you want her to suck your cock?"

 

 

 

 

     "Oh yeah.  She does that too then?"

 

 

 

 

     "She does anything.  She's a fucking sex machine.  I'm telling you."

 

 

 

 

     "She takes it up the ass?"      He was playing with himself and he had a hard on now and he was enormous.

 

 

 

 

     "Yeah she takes it anywhere man."      The black guy walked up to me and kissed me hard on my mouth and then he came down and licked all over my breasts and sucked them hard.  I moaned as it hurt and turned me on.

 

 

 

 

     "I want you to fuck her while I do."

 

 

 

 

     "How man?"

 

 

 

 

     "Round the front.  I'll do the back and you go round the front."

 

 

 

 

     "No,  you can't do that!"     I shouted and he hit me across the face.

 

 

 

 

     "That's a warning.  I'll gag you if you speak again."    I started crying.  The black guy came up and licked my tears.

 

 

 

 

     "Oh the little girl doesn't want it man.  That's what I like to see.  A bit of resistance.  Maybe you should let her go.  I want her to fight me."

 

 

 

 

     "She quite strong."

 

 

 

 

     "So am I.  Let her go."       The man untied my arms.  He held my neck collar lead tight.  I dropped my arms to my side and hated it so much.  The black guy put his arms round my back and held me.  He pulled me close and entered me.  I gasped as he was so big.  He was right deep inside me when the other man entered my ass.  I was so full I thought that I would tear.  It felt the weirdest I had ever felt but it turned me on like I wouldn't have believed possible.  They both thrust up inside me.  The black man pulled on my buttocks and the white guy held my hips.  I was fully fucked when the wimpy guy came over.  He took his dick and put it in my hand.

 

 

 

 

"Jerk me off.  Hard."      I started but I couldn't concentrate.  He made me do it and touched my breast with his other hand and kissed my mouth.  I was being fucked everywhere.  The guys both came very close together and dropped to their knees.  I knew they were bisexual and they started kissing and the wimpy guy took my lead.  He dragged me over to a table.

 

 

 

 

     "Get up there."      I wasn't going to and then he pulled a knife out and held it to my chin.

 

 

 

 

     "Get up there!"     I quickly did what he said.  He made me lay face up and tied my arms and legs to the four corners of the table.  He sat astride me and held the knife at my breast.

 

 

 

 

     "This knife is so sharp,  I could cut your tit off right now.  I can prove it."      He pushed down and my breast started to bleed.  He leant down and licked it and then kissed me.  He was a psycho who was bordering on being nuts enough to go out and do this kind of thing for real.

 

 

 

 

     "If you keep still then I can probably get this right inside you without cutting you."     I shook my head.  He smiled and nodded.  One of the other guys got up and came over.

 

 

 

 

     "What are you doing?"

 

 

 

 

     "I'm about to insert this knife into her."

 

 

 

 

     "Fucking shag her for fucks sake man.  Do that at the end when we're knackered."

 

 

 

 

     "Alright!"     He put the knife away and got back up.  He stuck it in and fucked me while the black guy got up on the table too and sat astride my neck.  He knelt up and he had gone hard again.

 

 

 

 

     "Can you take this?"    The wimpy guy was a welcome relief as his cock was pretty small compared to them but he still banged away while I gave the black guy a blow job.  He came right in my mouth into the condom.  The wimpy guy came and then the black guy took over again.  He untied me and dragged me over to the mattress.  He shouted out to the man.

 

 

 

 

     "Get that pole for me."    He passed his like a broom handle and he tied my arms to it outstretched to either side.  I was helpless again.  My arms were in like splints.  He knelt me up and then pushed me so I was bent like someone praying and then he entered me from behind.  He was slow this time and he whispered.

 

 

 

 

     "I want you to cum this time darling.  Does she cum when she's being raped?"

 

 

 

 

     "Oh yeah.  She cums alright."      He got started and the wimpy one lay down underneath me and sucked on my tit like he were a baby.  His hands were everywhere.  The black guy kept going and started bringing me off by rubbing my clit too.  The man lay down and kissed my mouth.  I came over and over when the black guy jammed my clit as he came.  They all came and relaxed .I was left laying face down on top of two of them with the other one at the back of me and they all fell asleep.  I couldn't get up as the wimpy one was still sucking on my sore tit.  I could only imagine the bruise.  They slept for twenty minutes or so and then the black guy woke up.  He pulled me up by the pole and turned me over and lay me on my back on the mattress.  The other two stayed asleep.  He lay on top of me grinning.

 

 

 

 

     "You're going to love this."      He then tied my ankles wide apart so that my legs were well spread.  He lay down upside down on me and knelt either side of my head.

 

 

 

 

     "You suck me off now alright."      He lowered his dick into my mouth and I licked him trying not to gag.  I drew a sharp breath in when he started licking my labia and clitoris.  He was rough with his tongue and he was turning me on.  I brought him to orgasm and he turned round and carried on determined to make me cum too.  He reached up and played with my breasts at the same time and practically buried his face in my cunt.  I came eventually and he smiled and put his fingers inside me.  He came up my body and kissed me.

 

 

 

 

     "They're fucking wimps if you ask me.  It's just you and me babe.  Come on."       He undid my legs and dragged me up.  He took the pole off me and tied me back in the centre of the room with my arms outstretched.  He went and got a paddle.  He hit my backside over and over again until it was really burning.  I counted sixty on each side and I came with that too.  He then got another whip and whipped my body from all angles.  I felt like I was on fire when he stopped and my legs had gone.  He pulled the rope to higher me as I wasn't supporting myself.

 

 

 

 

     "Oh dear.  Have I worn you out?"     He took out a rubber thing and put it over his dick.  It made him even bigger than he was.

 

 

 

 

     "No please.  You'll damage me."

 

 

 

 

     "What is this shit?  You're not supposed to speak."       He went and got a full face mask.  I started screaming and writing about.  I kicked out at him and he quickly fastened my legs wide apart and then he put the leather mask over my head.  I was gagged and blindfolded with only my nose out of the mask.  It was tight.  He put some tiger balm under my nose which was designed to make sure that you had a clear nose to breath through.  I knew Mattie would be watching to make sure I was safe.  He stood at the back of me and held both my tits and whispered.

 

 

 

 

     "You'll get punished now for speaking out of turn.  Are you ready for this?"       I shook my head and he cracked me with a cane.  The pain shot through me like a gunshot He did it ten times and then came round the front and entered me with the huge rubber thing on.  It wouldn't go in so he put loads of lube up and then entered me.  It was enormous and he rammed it in.  I screamed inside the mask but it was amazing the sensation.  He kept going until he came and then he knelt down and licked me,  tenderly holding my breasts at the same time.  I then felt him putting leather straps around my wrist and he let them go and pulled them around my body so that they were tied right the way round each side as if I was wearing a straight jacket.  My legs were still attached to the spreader bar and he dragged me to the mattress and lay me down.  He took the bar off and then he lay me face down over a little bench and fastened my legs wide apart with my backside totally exposed.  He entered me from behind and rammed away again.  By this time the others were waking up again and they came over.

 

 

 

 

     “Is she ready man,  for all of us I mean?”

 

 

 

 

     “She must be.  She’s a horny little slut.”         My arms were still tied around my body and they took me to the mattress.  My legs were free now and they lay me down.

 

 

 

 

     “No more Mr. Nice Guy.  You’re really going to get it now.”        They took the blindfold and the gag off and I started screaming but they all got roaring hard on’s the minute I did so I assumed they were ready for their Grande Finale .The black one got on top of me and he put his face close to mine.

 

 

 

 

     “You better scream that safe word of yours now if you can’t take any more because once we start there’s no stopping us.  It’ll be your friend up there who has to stop us.”

 

 

 

 

     “Please,  please don’t.  I can’t take any more.”

 

 

 

 

     “Shut the fuck up or I’ll kill you.  Just shut up!”           He untied my arms and held them at either side of my head and pinned me down.  Each guy got hold of a leg and held them out at either side and the black guy entered me.  He had a manic look in his eyes and he rammed in and out of me for what seemed like ages.  When he was spent they switched places and the first guy got on top and the others held me.  He sat astride my neck and the others held me down .The black one held my head and he put his dick in my mouth.

 

 

 

 

     “If you bite me,  then you’re dead.  You’ll be dead before anyone gets in here to save you.  Have you got that?”        I nodded scared and gave him a blow job.  While I was doing that the wimpy guy put his head in my snatch and started licking me roughly.  He grabbed both of my breasts and started kneading my them and when he got closer to his own orgasm he entered me with no warning and rammed away as well.  They all switched again and the wimpy guy sat on my face.  The others pulled him off and turned me around.  The black one held me up and entered me from behind.  The wimpy guy entered my vagina and the first guy entered the black guy.  I was stuck in the middle off all these men being fucked.  The blindfold was put back on me and someone started kissing me.  I was shagged till I was totally exhausted.  I can’t remember them stopping but I was aching all over and then they just left.  I lay on the mattress having orgasm after orgasm and finally fell into an exhausted sleep.

 

 

 

 

     I woke up feeling Mattie touching me.  She sat astride me and held my arms down onto the mattress.

 

 

 

 

     “It really smells of men around here.”      I smiled at her.

 

 

 

 

     “You’re the one who keeps fucking bringing them here.”      She grinned and started kissing me.

 

 

 

 

     “So was it worth the wait?”

 

 

 

 

     “Of course,  but I want 28 orgasms from you babe.”

 

 

 

 

     “Oh,  there’s still plenty of time for that.”     She said smiling and lay down next to me and held me and we both went to sleep.

[b]Background Info[/b]

 

 

 

[i]Mattie & Cerys are a 24/7  D/s lesbian couple.  Cerys is a pushy sub and also prone to self harming if not given the correct type of attention from her Dom.[/i]

 

 

 

 

 

     I had been pushing it for a while now.  I knew Mattie would take me in hand eventually but I wasn’t quite expecting what actually happened.  After a particularly heavy night of playing in one of our S&M suites,   downstairs in the club Mattie decided she had had enough of my back chat and lip and decided to try again with my training.  It had never been successful before but she kept trying anyway.

 

     Mattie took me to our room and tied me to the bed face down.  My legs were wide apart and my arms and my head was to the side looking at her.  She reached her hand between my legs and inserted her fingers,   finger fucking me.  She closed all the curtains round the four poster bed and got out the drawer of dildos.

 

     “Mattie please.  I can’t take anymore.  I need to cum.  Please.”

 

     “You’re going to cum when I spank you babe.”

 

     “Oh,   no,   I can’t take that again.  Mattie!”

 

     “Unless you have anything interesting to say to me I suggest you shut up before I shut you up.”     She said and wiggled a gag in front of my face.  She was being really gentle with me and she wiped the hair out of my face.  She lubed up my ass.

 

     “Mattie.”    We hadn’t done butt play for a while but I was up for it.  Anything to get me closer to my orgasm.  She put a butt plug in and pumped it up.  I moaned.  She whispered.

 

     “I’m going to put some plastic sheeting down underneath you.  You’re going to cum from pain alone tonight.  No touching your clit and no penetration.  Just pain.  Sadistic pain and you should ejaculate aswell.  I want to catch it.”       I smiled and then grimaced knowing how much pain there would have to be before I came.

 

     “You need to get your blood sugar up before I do this.  Here.”     She made me eat some food and a couple of special dextrose tablets.

 

     “I need a wee Mattie.”    She had a special device and held it under me and I went.  It had taken a lot of practice to do that but I had better orgasms when I didn’t piss at the same time.  We were ready.  I felt better for the sugar and I was ready for the pain.  Mattie had a sadistic look in her eye.  She knelt on the bed and then sat cross legged.

 

     “I’m going to let this hand go and I want you to play with me while I do this.”     I moaned again knowing that the feelings of my fingers inside her would make me ache for it.  She let my arm go on one side nearest her and I shook my arm a bit and then gently stroked her clit and inserted a couple of fingers.  She was dripping.

 

     “Fucking whore.”      She slapped me with a ruler and I cried out laughing.

 

     “O.k.,   same as yesterday.  You count fifty or I start over.”       I buried my head in anticipation.  I wanted to count this time just in case I really needed her to stop.  I knew she would,   if I went to the trouble to count then she would stop.

 

     “If you take your hand away from my clit then I’ll crack it until you put it back.  Understand?”      I nodded and she cracked my backside.

 

     “Speak!”     I flinched but kept my hand there.

 

     “Yes!”

 

     “O.k.  Here goes babe.  You can cum whenever you want to as many times as you like.”     She laughed,   knowing it usually took penetration or pressure and she knew she was going to get to crack me a lot.  I felt her adrenalin building too.  I could smell her.  She started with her hand.  I counted 15 before she changed to the flogger.  She was working slightly different areas than the night before but it still hurt like hell and I was yelling by thirty.  For the last 20 she changed to the ruler.  They hurt the most like fire ripping through each stroke.  I couldn’t take it.  I moved my hand to protect my backside and she grabbed the d ring attached to the wrist cuff and cracked my knuckles three times keeping tight hold of the cuff as I tried to get away and then she carried on,   on my backside.  I should have shouted out when she got to fifty and when I didn’t she just carried on.  She worked on one of my inner thighs.  I went past the point of no return and over into orgasm just before I thought I might die.  She was right about the ejaculation.  I felt it.  While I was still orgasming she leant over my body and felt inside me.  I was well lubricated and she easily slid her hand in and balled up her fist.  She moved it slowly in and out and then jammed on my clit from underneath and I came again hard over and over.  She unfastened me and we made love again.  I was too exhausted to do anything for her but she didn’t seem to care.  We lay in bed and she held me and kissed me til I fell asleep.  I was in a worse state in the morning.  My backside hurt so much.  Mattie joined me in the shower.

 

     “You read for your beating today?  I thought I’d do it early.”     I looked at her in the eyes and couldn’t tell if she was joking.

 

     “Eyes down.”     My cunt twinged whenever she said that although usually I didn’t obey.  Today I did.  I looked down and she smiled.

 

     “Glad to see you’re getting the message.  I’m giving you 10 days off beatings to heal but I expect complete submission.  I’m going to be keeping you inline and you’re not to leave my sight or even talk to anyone without permission.  If you do I’ll gag you throughout the day even when Imogen is there.  You’re not to talk to her or Peggy unless I allow it.  You can talk to me.”    I wanted to be a smart ass but the mood she was in I didn’t dare.  I realized for the first time that I didn’t dare.  It was a weird feeling.  Mattie was always sadistic but never normally as Dominant as this.  I never usually felt able to submit.  There was nothing stopping me calling the whole thing off but I didn’t want to.  Being controlled was fantastic,   especially when she wouldn’t even let me out of the same room as her.  She told me what to dress and how to look and then she got ready.  I lit a cigarette,   wondering for a second if I should have asked.  Even that thought turned me on but she didn’t say anything.  She beckoned me over.  I stood in front of her looking down.  I could tell she was smiling.

 

     “Very good Angel.  Look at me now.”     I did.

 

     “I’m supposed to go into the bar for a meeting but I don’t want to take you in there with me.  I need you where I can see you so I have set up a little surveillance and it runs to this camera.  You are to stay in this room.”     I went to complain…

 

     “Or,   you can come and sit at my feet in the meeting.  You choose.”

 

     “Why can’t I just go in the flat?”

 

     “Because you can’t.  I don’t want you around anyone.  I’ll only be an hour.  Don’t give me any shit Cerys,   or else I’ll restrain you.”      I looked down sulking and tutted.

 

     “Right!”     I started protesting.  She grabbed my wrist and snapped it to my collar and the other one too so I had my arms up and my hands links at the back of my neck.  She was calm.  She took me over to the wall in the corner.  I knew there was a camera on that corner.  She clipped my collar to the wall so my face was an inch off it.  She kicked my legs apart and I nearly fell over.

 

     “Keep your legs apart or I will use a spreader bar.”         I did.

 

     “I’ll be back in an hour.”      And she went.  I cried,   but out of love and happiness.  By the time she came back I was bored stiff and my legs were about to give way.  She turned me round with my hands still fastened to my neck and she kissed me.  She looked right in my eyes and I just looked at her.

 

     “I’m going to torture you.  I’m going to deny you your senses.  I’m going to exhaust you physically and mentally and I’m going to deny you all release until I decide you are allowed to cum for me.  You are not going to leave this room now,   indefinitely.  And whenever I have to leave you,   you’re going to be restrained because I don’t trust you.  You don’t have to submit anymore because I’m taking over control of everything you do.”

 

     “Mattie?”

 

     “What?”      I just sighed and smiled.  She smiled and kissed me.

 

     “I need the toilet.”

 

     “You can wait.”

 

     “But…..”

 

     “You want a catheter in?  That’ll make you wait.”     I swallowed hard.  I was so turned on by this new side to her.

 

     “Turn around.”          I did.  She put a blindfold on me.

 

     “If you try and take this off I’ll replace it with a hood.”     She unhooked my arms and pulled me over to the bed.

 

     “Shake them out.”    I did as they had gone dead.  It felt nice to have them down again.  She pushed me onto the bed.  I sat on the edge and she lay me down and fastened my arms outstretched one to the head of the bed and one to the foot.  She them placed a cushion under my bottom and strapped my feet to the head and foot of the bed.  I was quite comfortable.  I had no idea what she was going to do and that scared the crap out of me.  I didn’t know whether to expect pain or what.  The first I knew of what she had planned was when she disinfected my clit and urethral opening.

 

     “Mattie,   what are you doing?  Can I talk to you?”

 

     “If you want to but the minute you start pissing me off you can shut up so no whining.”   I was just going to moan about the blindfold but the mood Mattie was in I didn’t fancy a gag so I kept quiet.  I heard her laughing.

 

     “Oh baby,   can’t you trust yourself not to whine at me?”      She clipped one side of my pussy lips back against my thigh and I thrashed about in agony.  She picked up the crop and hit my thigh until I stayed still.  When she did the other side I didn’t move.  She bent down and kissed my clit.  I shuddered and caught my breath.  I felt her with the tube for the catheter.

 

     “I can hold it.”

 

     “I know you can and you’re going to.”

 

     “How long for?”

 

     “As long as I decide.  I have a meeting in forty minutes.  I’ll be gone for an hour.”     I pretty much needed to pee now.  We had never done this type of play before.  It was pretty exciting.  I sucked my breath in as she pushed the catheter in.  I could feel some pee escaping.  It felt bizarre.  I felt something happening and then the pee stopped escaping.

 

     “What have you done?”

 

     “There is a little balloon inside now and it’s holding the tube in place.  I’ve turned the tap off so you can’t pee now until I let you.  How does it feel?  Tell me.”

 

     “It feels like I need to pee Mattie.”

 

     “Badly?”

 

     “Well,   yeah.”

 

     “Try and pee then.”

 

     “I can’t!”     She slapped me as I shouted at her and I laughed.  She taped the tube to my stomach and then let the clips off my pussy lips.  I screamed as the blood flooded back to the gripped parts.  Mattie sucked them hard but stayed away from my clit.

 

     “I need to cum Mattie.”

 

     “I’ll bet.  No baby,   you’re going to wait to pee and you’re going to wait to cum.  Come over here now.”     She let me up and clipped my hands behind my back and led me over to a set of hooks in the floor and wall.  She stood me facing the wall and pushed down on my shoulder.

 

     “Kneel.”      I did and she pulled my legs wide apart in the kneeling position.  I could sit on my backside but it made my inner muscles ache after a while so the best position to be in was kneeling up.  I was near enough to the wall to rest my head on it but it wasn’t a restful position.  I was fixating on my need to pee now and that was a very bizarre sensation.  I still had the blindfold on.  Mattie bent down at the back of me.

 

     “How do you feel?  Tell me in detail.”

 

     “I’m tired and I want to pee really badly now.  I can’t wait an hour Mattie.  I’ll burst.”

 

     “I have done my research on this.  You don’t think I’d do this without that do you?”

 

     “No but…”

 

     “But what?  You doubt me and my abilities to protect you and take care of you?  You think I haven’t thought that maybe the rules don’t apply when your bladder is full already.”     I hung my head as she said the thought I’d been having.  Without warning she cracked me across my naked back and my arms with her belt.  I screamed as she did it 10 times.  She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back.

 

     “If you don’t trust me then I’ll untie you right now and we can go and watch tv.  Right now!”

 

     “I do!  I do,   I swear.”

 

     “Fucking shut it then or I’ll make you shut it.”     I nodded miserably.

 

     “Speak!”

 

     “Yes Mattie.”

 

     “I’ll be back in an hour.  I’ll be watching you.  No one else.  Just me.”       She let go of my hair and went out.  I had pissed her off now and I felt miserable.  It was a submissive miserable feeling to have doubted her.  I also felt deeply uncomfortable physically and my bladder felt like it was going to burst.  Having my legs apart made it feel worse but I couldn’t close them.  I also couldn’t get comfortable.  I leant my head against the wall but that made my back ache.  My shoulders aches and my legs ached and I was tired from all the emotions I was feeling.  I started to cry and just cried.  I heard someone come in and knew it would be Mattie.  She came over behind me.  I sat up and tried to stop crying.

 

     “Was that an hour?”

 

     “No,   but you don’t think I’m going to leave you like this do you?”

 

     “I’m alright.  I want to take it,   for you.”

 

     “I know you do and you’re going to but I’m not leaving you alone with raw emotions.  I know what this is all about.  I also know that you’re depressed enough to try something stupid over this with Tasha so you will not get the chance.  You will spend your time while she is away focusing on the pain and pleasure that I can bring to you and your body.  You will be so exhausted tonight that you will sleep my sweet baby,   without medication.  How does your bladder feel?”

 

     “It’s all I can think about.”      I heard her laugh softly and knew that was what she wanted.  I felt her untie my feet and she helped me up.  I was disorientated with the blindfold on.  She picked me up easily and carried me over her shoulder.  It pressed on my bladder and I thought it would actually burst.  She stood me in the shower.

 

     “Can you take the blindfold off?”

 

     “No.  Leave it on.”    I was about the protest but I felt her stiffen and I didn’t.  She relaxed again.  She reached round me and clipped my hands outstretched high up in the shower and my collar to the wall from the back.  I felt her bend down and she clipped my feet wide apart too.  I felt her breath on my clit and my knees went.  I hung by my wrists.  I quickened my breath as she slowly inserted her fingers inside me.  I was so near orgasm but it was being denied by her not touching of my clit.  It was agony and heaven at the same time.  I wanted to beg but I knew that would piss her off so I kept quiet.

 

     “Good little bottom,   keeping quiet aren’t we?  Are you ready for this?”       I didn’t reply and she just folded her thumb in and balled up her hand into a fist and she was in.  I groaned at the sensation and at the feeling of pressure on my bladder.  I felt her,   with her other hand un-tape the tube.

 

     “Let’s hope I can release this with one hand.  I want you to hold it when I remove the tube ok?  Some will leak out,   and that’s alright,   but hold the rest.”

 

     “Mattie….”

 

     “I said hold it!  Or you will be punished.  I will not allow you to cum if you piss all over me.”      I started crying again and she laughed.  I had forgotten how sadistic she could be when she wanted to be.  She started removing the tube and I started trying to hold it in.  It was impossible while the tube was being pulled out.  That was a weird sensation in itself.  When it was all the way out she shouted at me.

 

     “Hold it!  Hold it in,   you can do it!”       She started slowly fisting my cunt and that just made me pee more.  I couldn’t hold it and it just all came out.  All down my legs and all over her presumably.

 

     “You’re pathetic.  You can’t even do that for me.”     She pulled her fist out and left me there while she went to wash herself.  I was covered in piss and still hadn’t cum.  She stayed silent for a while and I heard knocking on the outer bedroom door.  I heard Mattie leave the bathroom and so I made sure all the pee was gone from my bladder.  My orgasm had gone right down but it was there to be brought back up the minute Mattie’s attention was back on me.

 

     She eventually came back and the shower started up.  It was freezing and I screamed.  I screamed more than if she was beating me.  She ignored me and just washed me with shower gel.  My orgasm went to nothing with the cold water.  After she was done she dried me.  She felt inside me again.

 

     “Your wet through up there.  Naughty naughty.  I’ve got to go downstairs for a while.  I’ve got a present for you.”      She let me go and lead me into the bedroom again.  She stood me facing the bed and then clipped my arms to two ropes and pulled them slightly so that my arms were away from my body and unable to touch myself but they were hanging pretty loosely.  She turned me round so that the ropes pulled my arms crossed over behind my but they weren’t tied together.  It was more comfortable. 

 

     “Legs apart.”     I did.  She took the blindfold off me and I blinked,   blinded by the light.  She looked more beautiful than ever.  She smiled and held up a chastity belt.  I let my head hang realising that I was being denied orgasm again but I was intrigued by this idea.  It was leather and thick plastic so she could see my cunt through the front.  I wouldn’t be able to stimulate my clit at all.

 

     “I want you to be full while you wear this.  I need to give you an enema.  I’m going to do that here.”     I looked round and there was equipment.  We had never done much anal play and I had never had an enema before.  I looked in her eyes and just put my trust in her and she smiled.

 

     “How much do you want me right now?”     I stared at her lips.

 

     “More than anything.  I’d do anything to be able to touch you.”

 

     “I know you would.  If you’re good and you take this punishment well then….”

 

     “Punishment?”

 

     “For pissing all over me and for doubting me!  I told you,   you would be punished!”

 

     “I’m sorry!”

 

     “Don’t fucking shout at me!”    I lowered my voice.

 

     “I’m sorry.”

 

     “You fucking will be.  You will not be allowed to orgasm til tomorrow now.”     That turned me on like crazy.  She had never done this before either.  She was being gentle but getting angry quickly if I pissed her off.  The whole way she was being with me was new and exciting.  She untied my hands,   clipping them behind my back and took me into the bathroom.  It was nice to be able to watch her.  I didn’t want to piss her off and make her blindfold me again so I kept quiet.

 

     “Get down on your knees.”     I did,   being careful not to fall flat on my face.  She placed a small foot stool in front of me and leant me over it and fastened my feet apart.  The tile floor had a huge drain in the middle and we were over that.  The bathroom had been designed to play in it but we never had until now.  It was a beautiful bathroom and was white tile everywhere.  My tits hung down over the stool and my ass was in the air.  I had to hold my head up.  There were mirrors everywhere in the bathroom and I could see what she was doing behind me.  I watched as she lubed up my asshole and pushed the enema tube in.  It was threaded through a butt plug and she worked that in and then pumped it full of air to hold it in place.  She pushed the tube in further.  I knew it had a clamp off point where you could stop the flow and leave it in there full of water.  That worried me,   but in a good way.  I heard the tap running.

 

     “I’m not doing this to be painful ok.  I want to fill you up but it shouldn’t cramp.”     I nodded and she attached the bag of water and held it up.  It went in slowly.  I relaxed my head and let it hang down.  I was really tired now and needed to sleep.  I couldn’t see that happening.  I must have yawned and she slapped my already bruised to hell bottom.  I cried out and laughed.

 

     “Am I boring you?”     I just smiled and shook my head.

 

     “Wow,   babe,   this is the quietest I’ve ever known you.  What are you afraid of?”

 

     “Nothing.”

 

     “Tell me or I’ll beat it out of you and I’ll leave the water inside you the while time I’m doing it.”    I didn’t fancy that.

 

     “I don’t want the blindfold back on.”

 

     “That’s why you’re being a good girl?  Why don’t you want it on?”

 

     “I want to be able to see you.”    She smiled.

 

“Well,   I have plans for you babe and some of them involve you being able to see me and some don’t.  You being quiet won’t affect them either way.”    I fake cried.

 

     “Are you tired?”

 

     “Yes.”

 

     “You want me to stop?  Untie you and put you to bed?”

 

     “No.”

 

     “Good job.”       She rinsed the first lot out and a load of crap came out.  It felt so weird.  Then she did it again but filled it with double the amount.  I could feel it deep into my stomach.  I just wanted to let it all out.  She rinsed that lot out herself and then filled me again to capacity and cut off the tube.  She untied my feet and helped me to stand up.

 

     “Oh,   Mattie,   that feels so full,   like I’m going to explode.

 

     “You need to keep it in for 15 minutes.  I’m going to get your mind off it though.  Come over here.”     She led me out into the bedroom.  Just walking with the plug in was hard enough.  She sat on the bed and took her trousers off.  She sat on the edge of the bed.

 

     “Kneel in front of me.  Keep your legs apart.  I want you to lick me to orgasm.  No hands.”     Being able to touch her was everything to me.  The sensory depravation was worse than the pain and everything else.  I felt starved of touching her body.  I was pleased to be able to lick her though.  I knelt down and gently started working my magic.  My own cunt was responding and wishing it was getting some.  I had never felt so submissive even though I was tied up.  Mattie herself was extremely turned on by what she was doing to me and she was wet.  It didn’t take long to make her cum and she came twice and flopped onto the bed.  My bowels were aching to be emptied now.  She got redressed and took me back into the bathroom and emptied me out down the toilet.

 

     “You’re clean now.  Come here.”     She got the chastity belt and fastened me with my arms outstretched again but loose.  She made me stand with my legs apart.  I moaned as she took the enema plug out but she replaced it with a black plug and inflated it a bit.  She then stood round the front of me and inserted the catheter back inside me and pumped up the little balloon.  She pushed in a thick dildo,   threaded the catheter through a tiny hold for that purpose I assumed and tightly locked me into it.  It fastened at either side and had a key that she had.  The front panel had an opening which she opened and jammed her thumb into my clit which nearly brought me to orgasm but she stopped just as I was there.  I cried out in frustration.

 

     “Mattie,   please!”

 

     “Ah ah.  It wouldn’t be a punishment if it was nice would it?”     She closed the panel and locked that too and then attached a bag to the catheter and opened it.  It was the weirdest sensation ever and just felt like I was pissing myself all the time.

 

     “Mattie,   that feels horrible.”

 

     “I’ll be gone an hour.”

 

     “I’d rather hold it an hour.”

 

     “No.  Punishment means discomfort.”    She hooked the bag to the chastity belt.

 

     “If that bag gets really full you’ll have to call out to me on the cameras.  No,   just stand there staring at it and I’ll know.  I’m going to empty it before I go though so it shouldn’t get full.  It’ll still feel horrible though.”     She smiled.

 

     “You’re evil.”

 

     “I know.  So how do you feel?”

 

     “Full.”

 

     “I want you to sit down.”

 

     “Oh Mattie.”

 

     “You’ll do what I say.”     I resigned myself to the fact.  It was painful at first sitting on the butt plug and the dildo but I got used to it.  She untied my hands and let them loose.

 

“Get dressed.  Wear a short skirt that will cover the belt and bag and a tight black top.  Nothing else.  I’m sending Peggy in to check you out and order you some food.  Do not let her see anything.  No bruises no belt nothing and you are not permitted to talk about what we’re doing up here,   how long it will last,   how you feel about it,   me.  You stick to health questions but be respectful.  Just tell her you’re not allowed to say but do not explain why.  I have sound on these cameras and if you tell her anything you’ll be denied for a whole lot longer than a day.  I’ll torture you til you think you’ll die unless you cum.  You eat and drink whatever she thinks you need ok?”    I nodded and she picked the crop up.

 

     “Yes,   Mattie,   I will.  Mattie?”

 

     “What?”

 

     “Can I kiss you?”

 

     “Come here.”     I went to her and she allowed me to put my arms around her and we kissed tenderly.  Then she led me to the wall and simply clipped my collar to a short chain there.

 

     “Right now I have to go.  I’ll be watching you.”

 

     “Mattie…”

 

     “You can do this.  You’re doing it for me.  Remain focused.”     I nodded.  I watched her leave and started crying but she didn’t come back.  I knew she knew it was different kinds of tears.  She knew everything about me.  I kept nearly falling asleep standing there in total silence like that.  We had been in this scene for hours now.  Nearly 24.  I had had no sleep.  I soon knew about it if I let myself fall asleep because my knees went and the collar choked me and jolted me up again.  I must have practically dropped asleep standing up and woke up when Mattie unfastened me.  She poured a jug of ice cold water over me.  I screamed and came round quickly where she had dropped me on the floor.

 

     “Stay awake.”     I was getting angry now and Mattie was becoming more and more sadistic.  She had a fixed look in her eyes that told me she knew where she was going with this scene.  She knew she was pushing me hard.  She reached down and took one nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed pulling me up by it.  I screamed and stood up.  It was early evening now.  She hadn’t slept either but she was on a high.  She kept squeezing my nipple harder and harder and I was screaming.

 

     “Shut up.”       I leant my head back and just took it.  I felt drunk from exhaustion and from being on the edge of orgasm for so long.  She brought my arms around the front of me and fastened them to either end of the foot of the bed so I was kneeling facing the bed.

 

     “Stand up.”     I did and my back was bent and my legs were straight so I had my ass in the air.  Mattie had a strap-on,   on.

 

     “I’m going to allow you to cum while I’m fucking you.”     I started crying now with relief and woke up a bit more.  She inserted the end of the strap-on in my cunt from behind.  She was so powerful,   it was like a head fuck being fucked from behind by her.  It wasn’t something she usually did.  None of this was.  She held my hips and pulled herself deep into me.  My orgasm was welling up but I needed pressure on my clit to actually cum and she knew it.

 

     “Mattie!”

 

     “Tell me what I want to hear.”

 

     “I’m sorry.  I’ll never doubt you again.”

 

     “And….”

 

     “I’m sorry I pissed when you said I couldn’t.”

 

     “And….”     I couldn’t think clearly,   my knees had gone.  She was holding me up by my hips.

 

     “AND!”

 

     “I don’t know.”     I cried.

 

     “Falling asleep without permission!”

 

     “I’m sorry for falling asleep without permission!”

 

     “Too late.”

 

     “No!”      I screamed out and thought she was going to stop and as I did she jammed hard onto my clit and I started orgasming.  She kept going with the strap-on and grinding my clit and I just disappeared into myself orgasming over and over again.  She kept one hand on my clit and one hand reached round and squeezed my nipple hard.  The pain from that shot fire into my cunt again and I had another orgasm.  I had more or less collapsed now.  Mattie took the strap-on out of me and off herself and lowered me to the floor.  She unfastened my hands and carried me to the bed where she fixed me in a star shape to the middle of the huge bed.  She then climbed on top of me and started licking and kissing me everywhere.  I was exhausted.

 

     “Go to sleep.  I’m going to clean you but you can sleep baby.  Tell me what I want to hear.”

 

     “I love you Mattie.”

 

     “I love you Cerys.”      She went to the foot of the bed and started licking my cunt and all around it,   cleaning my own cum juices off.  My body started responding in my exhausted state and she licked me to orgasm again while I was drifting into a subspace induced coma.  Eventually she covered us both up and lay holding me,   kissing me and touching me until I fell asleep still orgasming.

 

     I don’t know how long I slept for but it was days rather than nights.  I couldn’t wake up.  Mattie kept feeding me and she even put the catheter into me and left it attached to the bag.  I got used to that feeling.  She let me up to use the toilet properly but then put me back to bed to recover.  On the 3rd day I came round.  The whole time I had been tied to the bed.  Mattie came over to me.

 

     “Come on.  Let’s get you showered.  You know,   Imogen thinks your dead.”    I smiled.

 

     “Have you been fucking with her head?”

 

     “Of course.  Listen.  I’m going to allow you up today.  You may get dressed and you may do some tasks for me to help me with the club in this room.  If you fail the tasks,   you will be punished.  If you hurt yourself in any way then you will be punished severely.  Any self inflicted injuries are going to result in torture and orgasm denial for 24 hours and if you think what I did to you three days ago was bad,   self inflicted wounds will incur the worst kind of torture imaginable with no release.  I will bring you to the edge over and over again and then pour freezing cold water on you again and again and after that there will be no orgasm.  I’ll just stop the torture.  It will not result in multiple orgasms but 24 hours of torture and then a week without orgasm following and if you think I won’t carry it out then just try me.  This is the most serious offence you can commit.  Do you understand?”

 

     “Yes.”

 

     “Convince me!!”

 

     “Yes,   I understand,   Mattie please.”      She knew what I wanted and she let my arms go.  I put them round her and she held me.

 

     “You have gotten away with far too much round here and it stops now.  This is a brand new day.  You belong to me.  I will do whatever I want with you whenever I want and without argument.  You will wear my collar at all times and you are to call yourself my slave.  You answer only to me and you speak to no one else unless I give you permission.  This is to happen in this room only.  When I finally allow you out of here things are a bit different.  I don’t want to squash your creativity or your urges to defy me.  I know you have your pride and I love that,   so whenever you are allowed out of here you are allowed to be however you want to be.  You can do what you want and play with the other slaves all you want,   answer back,   be feisty but if I think you are out of control at any point then I will put you on lock down up here and it’ll be a fortnight before you’ll be allowed out and you’ll work for me.  When we are up here alone you will be courteous and respectful and obey without question.  The self inflicted wound rule applies whether you are in this room or out of this room.  Do you understand everything I have said?”

 

     “Yes Mattie.”

 

     “Is there anything you want to say?”

 

     “How long am I staying up here now?”

 

     “You don’t need to know that.  You just get used to it.  I want you to get used to servitude before I let you out there.  You don’t need to leave this room for a good while yet.”     I didn’t care.  I just didn’t care where I was as long as she was giving me attention.  I relaxed and accepted that I might not see the downstairs flat for a very long time.  I couldn’t have been happier.

 

 

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[i]Background.

 

 

 

     Mattie is the Domme and Cerys is the bottom in a 24/7 gay relationship.  They own a slave named Imogen.  Cerys is a bratty bottom with Dom tendancies that Mattie has never let her act on….until now.  Imogen and Cerys are both pain slut masochists.  Fran is Imogen’s girlfriend.[/i]

 

 

 

 

 

     Having a pushy bottom for a girlfriend and a slave had it’s downsides for Mattie.  Neither were ever satisfied with the amount of pain they received.  Cerys had always been insane.  She loved and craved pain and attention and she knew how to get it.  Imogen on the other hand belonged to Mattie but craved Cerys’s attention.  Mattie had had to hire a bodyguard for the slave to stop Cerys from accidentally killing her.  Imogen didn’t help herself.  Sometimes Mattie thought that’s what she wanted.  Imogen had a girlfriend,  Fran.  Fran and Mattie owned a specialized club and they lived above it.

 

     Mattie had been trying to focus Cerys’s mind during a family crisis.  It was only an hour since she had given her the most harsh spanking she had ever had.  Cerys couldn’t sit down but Mattie knew it wouldn’t be enough.  She also knew the type of ‘accidents’ Cerys had when she thought she wasn’t getting enough attention.  She decided that she would kill two birds with one stone and sort out Cerys and the slave at the same time.

 

     Mattie sat watching me tormenting Imogen.  She looked like an idea had formed in her mind and she got up.

 

     “Cerys,  five minutes and I need you for a scene.”     I looked over.  Mattie had a strange smile on her lips and I was intrigued.

 

     “I’m going to be taking Imogen in hand aswell.  I’ve had enough of her mouth.”

 

     “Yeah but don’t ruin her for me.”    I replied.  Mattie smiled and rolled her eyes.

 

     “What,  make her behave you mean?  God forbid we have a slave who acts like a slave babe.”    

 

     She took my hand and we went downstairs.  Imogen was in the kitchen and Mattie called for Dana.  Mattie kissed me and went into her study.

 

     “Imogen,  coffee and cigarettes now.”

 

     “Yes Ma’am.”     She came over.

 

     “In pain are we Ma’am?”    She said with a hint of amusement in her voice.  Fran hadn’t beaten her for a while but she was just over the day when she could be touched after her illness.  Mattie had paid Fran to have her first.

 

     “Cigarettes.”       Cerys demanded.

 

     Imogen tried to piss her off with the cigarette lighter by not lighting it properly and Mattie came out.  She was calm.  She grabbed the back of Imogen’s hair and looked at her.

 

     “How rough do you really like it?  I want to let Cerys punish you.  In the punishment suite.  I’ll be there just to make sure she doesn’t kill you but it’ll be her.  Have you got anything to say to me before we go?”

 

     “N..n..n no Ma’am.”

 

     “No special words?”

 

     “No Ma’am.”

 

     “She’s going to half kill you.  You better yell out loud and clear if you want me to stop her.  Do you understand?”

 

     “I understand.”

 

      Mattie took her downstairs by the hair,  holding my hand.  That in it’self was a huge turn on.  I had never been that bothered about topping before but now I was intrigued watching Mattie with someone other than me.  I sat and watched as she fastened Imogen facing the wall with her arms and legs outstretched leaving her wide open and vulnerable to the touch.  It was making me so horny watching.  I smiled.  My backside was killing me from the spanking I had just endured,  sitting so I stood up.

 

     “Mattie,  why are you doing this?”

 

     “I think you have a lot of sadist in you babe and maybe you’re a switch.  You’re not going to Dominate me so you can Dominate her.”

 

     “You’re letting me be the Domme?”     I said incredulously.

 

     “Yep but I’m going to stay because I think your sadism borders on homicidal rage.  I wanna teach you how not to kill the staff.”    

 

     I pouted and she lifted my head to meet hers and whispered.

 

     “You’re still my little bottom.  Can’t you feel it?  I can remind you again if you like.”    

 

     She slapped my backside and I yelled out.  Imogen laughed.  Mattie smiled at me and whispered.   

 

     “Go easy.  Do what you want to her.  She’s a pain slut.”

 

     “Can I touch her?  Is she up for that?  Are you?”     She nodded.

 

     “Face her forwards then.”

 

     “Don’t mark her face Cerys.”

 

     “You said I could do what I wanted,  remember.”

 

     “Except that.  If you mark her face then Fran will take her.”

 

     “So?”      Imogen’s head hung.  She got off on the thought that we didn’t care if she left or not.

 

     “Warm her up at the back first,  then turn her round.”     I sighed.  I looked at the selection of whips and equipment.  There were all these interesting looking clips on a string.  Mattie had never used them on me.

 

     “What do I do with these?”

 

     “Place them an inch apart on a sensitive area and then you leave them a while and then rip them off.”     

 

     I walked over to Imogen and Mattie sat down.  I stood behind her.

 

“These your best clothes slave?  Cos they need to come off.”

 

     “Here.”    Mattie handed me a knife.  Imogen was scared but intrigued.  I cut her clothes off so she was naked.  Mattie had punished her naked before but I  had never seen her naked.  I stroked her bottom and reached round the front of her and put my hand on her pussy but not inside.  She sucked her breath in and closed her eyes.  I cracked her with the whip.

 

     “Eyes open slave.”      Her eyes flew open and she yelled out.

 

     “Let’s see how loud you can scream then shall we?”       She shook her head and leant it against the wall.

 

     “What’s that?  You got something to say to me?  Mattie is here so your safe word should be quite effective.”     She just shook her head and I whacked her again.

 

     “Speak!”

 

     “No Ma’am.  I have nothing to say.”

 

     “I’ll bet you don’t.  How about if I just keep going til you do?”

 

     “That’ll never happen.”      I laughed.

 

     “Oh I think it might.”

 

     “Fuck you.”      I started hitting her.  I tried to keep it rhythmic like Mattie did but I was inexperienced and just went to town on her.  Imogen screamed the place down.  Mattie stepped over to stop me after 50.

 

     “Change to something else now.”     I snatched the whip back off Mattie and threw it at Imogen.  I picked the zippers up.

 

     “O.k.  I need her facing us now.”       Mattie moved her and turned her round.  She took the whip off me and held it to Imogen’s face.

 

     “Eyes down.”    She looked down.

 

     “Just because she doesn’t expect you to give her the respect she deserves doesn’t mean I don’t.  If I see you looking at me again I’ll crack this across your face.”

 

     “Yes Ma’am.”

 

     “You can look at her if she lets you but I better not see you looking at me.”

 

     “Yes Ma’am.”

 

     “Yes Ma’am.”     I mimicked.  I looked in the drawers and cupboards and found a collar.

 

     “What’s this Matt?”

 

     “It’s to stop her looking down.  So she can’t see what you’re going to do.”

 

     “Put that on her then.”    Mattie did and Imogen was looking away from Mattie the whole time with her eyes across the room.  When it was on Imogen couldn’t look down at all.  Her chin was held up.  I bobbed down and sat on a stool.

 

     “So she can’t see me now?”    Mattie shook her head.  I was interested.  I felt the skin on Imogen’s inner thigh and it was soft.  I got the zipper and looked at Mattie.  I mimed was it ok there and Mattie nodded smiling.  She lit a couple of cigarettes and passed me one.  I sat with it between my lips and put the first clip on.  Imogen winced but said nothing.  I started at the top of her thigh,  worked them down and put ten on.  I got her cigarette and held it really close to Imogen’s shaved pussy lips.  I smiled as Imogen felt it.

 

     “Please,  don’t burn me!”

 

     “Oh baby,  can’t you take that?”

 

     “Not there,  no.”

 

     “Oh,  you think you can tell me where I can and can’t burn you.”   

 

     Mattie came over.

 

     “Don’t fucking burn her snatch.”

 

     “I can do what I like.”    Mattie took the cigarette off me laughing. 

 

Imogen sighed with relief and I hit her with the crop for it.

 

     “Fucking get me into trouble!  Bitch.  Say you’re sorry!”      I kept slapping her over and over on her outer arms.  Imogen was crying and screaming sorry.

 

     “Mean it!”

 

     “I do mean it!”     I carried on over and over again.  I could see Mattie stirring to get up.  Imogen finally cracked.

 

     “Stop it you fucking bitch!  Stop!  I can’t take it.”     That wasn’t her safe word.  I stopped and laughed evilly.

 

     “Wus.”     I took the collar off her and Imogen hung her head crying.  I lifted her head up and softly licked her tears from her cheeks.  I knew she was highly aroused.  I had never given anyone an orgasm before apart from Mattie.  I looked her in the eye and then softly touched her clit.  Imogen took several short breaths.

 

     “My my.  Rather wet aren’t we?”     I took the handle of the whip and bent down.  I found the entrance to her pussy and slowly pushed the handle in.  It was thick but it went in.  She was really wet.

 

     “If that falls out I’m going to whip your tits with it.  Fifty on each tit.”

 

     “Fifty’s too much for tits Cerys.”

 

     “She better keep it in then hadn’t she?”     Mattie shook her head.  Without warning I ripped the zipper off.  Imogen flailed about and I jammed on her clit at the same time and she began  cumming so hard that it shot the whip out of her cunt.  Imogen didn’t notice and hung exhausted afterwards.  I picked up the whip and started whipping her tits.  Imogen kept count.  After I got to 25 on one side I switched to the other.  Her tits were bright red with a few welts from the harder cracks.  She was screaming constantly now.  The door opened and Fran came in.  I stopped.  Fran looked briefly at Imogen and then at me.

 

     “How’s she doing?”

 

     “She never fucking stops screaming.”

 

     “Oh she can.  You have to be specific though.  Just tell her she has to take ten in a row without screaming before you’ll stop.  It might take a while because she’s a right pain slut but you’ll reach her limit eventually.”     I nodded,  impressed.  Imogen hated having Fran there.  Fran went over to her and kissed her and whispered something and then went.

 

     “So,  I was interrupted.  I better start again.”

 

     “Cerys!”     Mattie warned.

 

     “What?”

 

     “Let me turn her round.”

 

     “Whatever.”     She got up and turned her back round.

 

     “Fasten her tight.”     She tied her knee’s and her waist and elbows as well as ankles and wrists.  I started whipping her with a leather quirt.  It made a real slapping sound.  She relaxed into it.  Mattie went to the cupboard and got one out with knots in it and I used that.  Imogen moaned a bit harder at that especially when I concentrated on her inner thighs.  Mattie brought me a cane and I concentrated on her buttocks and then Imogen really started yelling.  I whipped all over her back with it and she just screamed and swore at me.  I started concentrating on the backs of her ankles.  Imogen started begging her to stop.  I went over to her and whispered.

 

     “Shut the fuck up and then I might stop.  Count of 20.”

 

     “That’s too many.  Fran said 10.”     I cracked her hard every word I said.

 

     “Fran’s....not....here!”       She was nearly beside herself now.  Mattie came over.

 

     “Use the paddle.  She’s had enough with the cane.”    Mattie whispered.

 

     “She can take 20 more with the cane if she’s really up for it.”

 

     “She’s had enough when I fucking say she’s had enough.”     Mattie came round the back of me and put her arms round my waist and felt my crotch.

 

     “Wow,  you’re really getting off on this aren’t you?”     I turned and kissed her.

 

     “Imogen’s on the edge here.  She’s ready to cum.  Tell her she can’t cum unless she stays silent for the stroke of 20 and then she can.”    

 

     Imogen started to beg Mattie and Mattie snatched the cane off me and put it to Imogen’s face.

 

     “Speak to me again and we’ll just leave you here and do nothing with you.”

 

     “I’m sorry Ma’am.”

 

     “That was speaking.”     Imogen looked like she thought Mattie was going to carry out her threat but Mattie just gave me back the cane.  Mattie came round the back of me and started rubbing my clit and my breasts and kissing my neck.  I started cracking Imogen and made her count without shouting.  I was getting harder and harder and when I got to nineteen I told her she could cum on 20 and she managed 20 and then had earth shattering multiple orgasms.  Her back arched as much as the bonds would allow and her head fell back.  She completely relaxed hanging from the bonds,  her body shaking and twitching.  Mattie carried on with me until I came.  Imogen was well gone now and collapsed,  almost passed out.  Mattie lay me on the bed and kissed me.

 

     “I have to look after her.”     I nodded and watched as Mattie gently got Imogen down and laid her on the other bed.  Mattie was very careful with the aftercare of the subs she worked with and while I knew she did it I had never seen it before.  I wasn’t jealous like I thought I might be.  Mattie covered Imogen up and wiped her brow and gave her some water and all the time Imogen was still orgasming.  I had never given someone orgasms like that before.  Not even Mattie.  Mattie stayed with Imogen until she was asleep and then came to me and held me.

 

     “Are you alright?  With me and her I mean?”

 

     “Yes.  You have a responsibility to her.  Do you love her?”

 

     “Yes.  I love her for giving herself to me and to you but essentially she’s giving herself to me when she gives herself to you.  There’s no way you could be a top without me there with you,  so it was me she was submitting to.  Do you love her?”

 

     “Yes.  I love her spirit and the fact that she loves me.  What does Fran get out of this?”

 

     “Fran is a complicated.  She’s a Stone butch.  She gets everything out of seeing Imogen fulfilled.  I think Imogen tires her out actually.  She’s never satisfied.  Fran says Imogen has a fantasy of being beaten til she dies.”

 

     “Jesus.  I thought I was bad.  Do you think she can take more than me?”     Mattie smiled.

 

     “No baby.  You can take way more than she can.  And you’re going to.”     We stayed in the punishment room all night.  Fran came in and took Imogen when she had finished work.  Imogen couldn’t walk so Fran carried her.  Mattie laid in bed with me on the slim bed that was in there and we just laid together.  She didn’t want to talk.  Every time I did she kissed me and didn’t answer.  She had gone quiet.  I went to talk again and she reached under the bed and pulled up a ball gag and held it up.

 

     “Open your mouth.”

 

     “No,  Mattie.  Please.”

 

     “Open now or I’ll make you.”      I miserably opened my mouth and she pushed the ball in between my teeth and fastened it behind my head.  I hated it but loved it at the same time.  She then clipped the cuffs together on my wrists behind my back and then covered me up and held me close.  She just held me.  I was in a permanent state of arousal.  It was the most erotic thing she had ever done.  Feeling totally at her mercy I fell asleep.  When I woke up she was looking at me leant up on one elbow.  She wiped my face and took the gag out and kissed me.

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