Whips and Chains, Training together. (Open. Private mail me to join.)

[SueJ]

Imogen rises at her Master's command, without looking up at him. She walks toward the sofa, her long, white dress flowing with her movement. The dress is semi-sheer and Tony can see the outlines of her legs as they move, and her nipples pressing hard against the fabric. In spite of the experience Master Claymore claims she possesses, there is an intoxicating air of soft innocence about Imogen. Tony can see that she and Master Claymore fit together like hand in glove. Imogen senses Tony and Elise's search for their own unique bond.

Elise requests permission to bring wine for everybody. Master Claymore agrees that she may go to the kitchen, as Imogen takes her seat in the center of the sofa. She is uneasy without Elise present. Imogen is, in fact, extremely monogamous. Tony's perception of her innocence is not far from the truth, and only though her Master's command will she allow another man access to herself either physically or emotionally. She wants Elise to understand that anything Master demands of Imogen involving Tony is specifically for Tony's training, and not through Imogen's own designs on Elise's husband.

"Tony," Imogen begins, "Elise is a very lucky woman to have a husband so eager to control her with experience and finesse, and to seek the extensive training necessary to do so."

Elise, walks in with wine, distributes glasses, pours for everybody, and sits on the other side of Imogen. Imogen takes Elise's hand.

"Elise, I was so much like you," she said. "You have a long and yet rewarding journey ahead. I see in you a genuine desire to submit to your husband. I have no doubt that with Master's help, Tony will acquire the skills necessary to take control. However, you will see that you will desire to be controlled in some ways, but not in others. Control does not work that way. You will be controlled in all ways---those you want, and those you do not want. What you will begin to learn, which is the hardest thing, is how to accept Tony's control over those things that make you most uncomfortable. The sooner you can accept the things you dislike, the better it will be for you. Master Claymore will likely demand far more than you want to give in your training; you will have to comply with his wishes to push your limits and make you more capable of serving your husband's needs. Some of those limits will be physical and some will be psychological. I too have been there. There are many things Master Claymore demands of me that I do not like; but I accept them as I love him. I have learned, through my own training, techniques that enable me to yield to his desires even when I do not share those desires. I will be there to help you when you need it."

Imogen turns back to Tony again. "Tony, I know you always want the best for Elise. You are such a warm, genuine, and loving person; it will be difficult for you to learn to push her limits. She will say no; but you must persevere. This is not something you will do out of a sadistic type of pleasure; rather it is for the sexual growth for you as a couple. If you can let that be your goal, you will feel less guilt on the path necessary to get there. Over time, as you understand the necessity of pushing limits to achieve growth, you will enjoy doing so, as my own Master does. In time, that will bind you together with a sharing of sexual experiences and emotional ties deeper than anything you imagined.

"Master Claymore said he will have you to our home first to observe examples of how Elise and you will be trained. You will see him do things to me that I like, and things that I don't like. But I serve him equally in all ways. I am a painfully shy person, and left to my own devices, would be a monogamous one as well. The initial "inspections" he forces on me in these types of training situations in front of others are examples of the most difficult things I endure psychologically. But I do these things out of love for my Master, as Elise will learn to do for you."

Imogen glances across the room and Master Claymore signals her to return to him. She lets go of Elise's hand, crosses the room gracefully and resumes her postion by his feet.

 

[FurryFury]

Elise was surprised that Claymore brought someone with him, at first, she was a little worried and jealous, but when she looked at Imogen she felt a warmth there, a sort of sister of spirit feeling, that she rarely got from other women.

Watching the two of them together gave Elise great reassurance about this path. When Claymore talked of study she was all for it. That is one thing I do well she thought.

Then Tony takes that scary turn in the chair and blindfold revealing things she has never known, and really might never have wanted to know. When he is done her mind is in chaos trying to fit all that new information in with her view of Tony. She starts to get up for her turn but Claymore stops her.

Imogen is told to share her insights. Elise asks if she can get them all wine and happily scurries to do just that when her offer is accepted. She hurries so she doesn't miss much of the beautiful lady's thoughts put to words.

What the lady says sounds both reassuring and terrifying to Elise. She takes Tony's hand and squeezes it to both give and receive comfort. She had thought everything would be completely mutual but now she knows it will be harder than she anticipated.

When it is Elise's turn in the chair and blindfold, she is worried. That is a lot to reveal about herself. There are many things she has never told anyone, not even Tony. Her heart feels tight. Her mind rebels. She wants to do things right but for her to tell all that she has been asked to do, well, it a difficult thing.

"The first time I masturbated?" Her voice is dry and she clears her throat nervously. "I'm not sure when that was or that I can remember it. I know I was young when I took some of my Grandmama's jewels and furs once. Then put them on but nothing else and I have a feeling I was masturbating, just rubbing on the bed or a pillow. Must have been before fourth grade that happened. That could have been the first time. I know my Daddy beat my ass and it was the first time I could remember that happening. I remember thinking that the very minute he got tired and stopped, I could go right back to doing what I wanted and there was nothing anyone could do to stop me.

Not long after that a girlfriend showed me to use the spigot in the bathtub for masturbation. I enjoyed that a great deal for years. The huge pressure, the play of heat and cold were fantastic. I was doing that, I know, by fifth grade and dreaming of being raped by horrible Nazi's, but also of secretly, against my will, enjoying it and one of them being attractive, just one.

I was grabbed by men several times when I was young, just around this time and little things done to me. A fondle, a kiss, being felt up, threats against my life and those of my family. These were done by various people, a construction worker who was putting in an addition, a rich benefactor of my mother's and a handicapped man in the area I was trying to be nice to and help.

I was always starved for any hint that someone cared about me. So I went about secretly with men almost old enough to be my father. They were all wonderful to me and understood that I wanted to remain a virgin until I was married.

I have always been aggressive to a point. Never going very far past the conventions of society. So I would arrange to be with these men, make picnics and was willing to do anything that did not involve penetration.

The real trouble came when I started dating men closer to my own age. One slipped a finger up my ass during a make out session with no discussion or warning. I was out of there so fast! I really thought that was perverted." *laughs* "Such things had never occurred to me I practically levitated off his couch. Now I might have a new take on things."

"So then I started dating a guy in college for nine months and he raped me during a make out session. Not a hard, slap you around rape, but I said no and fought him a bit, not hard enough to hurt him, because I thought I loved him. He made me come during the rape. The whole thing confused me. I was his for as long as he wanted, but he didn't want me long. I felt destroyed when he acted like I was a stranger in class just a week later.

Then I met Tony. He was everything I wanted in my life. Fun loving, smart, cute and he didn't hesitate about things like I do. Before I knew it, we were together every minute. He never tried to force anything on me. I was in charge and that was a relief after Roger.

Our sex life was great at first. Everything was new. We went at it whenever we had a spare moment. It was glorious. I found though, that my dark fantasies were always running through my head, when we had sex. For a while that was fine but I started to want more.

We graduated and got married. Life was pretty wonderful our careers took off but our sex life began to slow down. We simply didn't have the time to go at it like we had before.

One day years later. I was doing some research online for a new account and the search engine brought up some odd results. I found myself mesmerized by the sites about Domination and submission.

I began to actively look for more information. Now I finally knew more about what my fantasies have been all along. I figured I'd learn more about it and lose interest. Instead what I found was that I became more interested and yearned to do some of these things for real. I was scared not knowing how Tony would react so I tried to not think about it.

My fantasies and dreams got more powerful and more frequent. Rape, bondage, multiple men and some women, were all part of them. I found such things as degradation, service and spanking particularly appealing. There were still times I craved control but those were few. Mostly I wanted to let go of control, be able to relax into someone else's will and most of all, shut down my brain. I wanted to feel not like the competent wife and business woman, but like the sexy elemental thing inside me who enjoyed pure sensation and took direction from another.

I tried not to let all this change anything but for me they did. Last year Tony wanted to have a baby but I didn't feel ready yet. So we kept using condoms and I think he became angry. I know I was angry, mostly at myself for what I wanted. Finally I felt Tony pulling away from me more and I became afraid, needy and obsessed enough, to tell him about these thoughts and desires last night.

I had bought some things for use to play with. We did. Some of it was successful and some was not. We decided to try the club and you know what happened there. That's it. The end or hopefully the beginning."

She finishes speaking as if she is reading the words off of a movie screen. It's not really my pathetic history she tells herself to stay calm. Once done she is hoping she has given them all what they wanted and yet, worried they will find her weak, be disgusted or hate her. She feels drained and far too revealed now. Her heart thuds loud in her chest.

 

[allonblack]

Imogen took a seat on the couch with Elise and I. For the first time in years I found myself actually afraid of a woman. I don't think it was so much fear but more intimidation that made me scoot towards Elise and away from Imogen. She seemed pleased at my timidness.

I spoke to Imogen when Elise left the room. "Yes I know I'm very lucky to have her. That's why you and your master are here, to help us."

I knew of Elise's history of being fondled and the rape. That was a mental block for me because I didn't want to hurt her during bdsm experiments. If I made her afraid of me then it would completely ruin our relationship. But as Imogen said, there would be times when Elise said no but I would have to persist. When I finally did get to the point where I could consider myself her master, it would be a good day. I felt envious of the way Imogen stayed close to Claymore, like a pet. Over the years I knew Elise was faithful but at dinner parties I often saw her having one too many cocktails and having her hands all over guys from her office. I hoped the training would allow me the control to speak up and keep my sub in line.

I didn't know about Elise's masturbation experiences but for the most part she didn't seem to enjoy her own body. Last night was the first time in years I had saw her fondle her breasts or clitoris during sex.

Even though I knew about the rape in college, I never had been able to get her to tell me who it was. If I knew I probably would've killed him and spent the rest of my life in prison. So not knowing was for the best because I knew Elise needed me. I tried to protect her from the bad things in the world. When the news was mentioning a murder or a rape, I would change the channel quickly. It seemed to work because for many years she was happy in her role as a career woman. I knew it was naive to think I could protect her from everything but I did my best. So when she finally said the man's name, Roger, that had raped her, I began scanning my brain for anyone named Roger that I might have known. I couldn't remember him and though Elise had seemed to have gotten closure many years ago, I still wanted vengeance.

My eyes lit up when she mentioned a fantasy of multiple men. Although I didn't want to see her with another man if I could be a part of it, it might make it easier. Her fantasy of women was a shocker to me but of course it turned me on. The thought of her with a woman, giggling like teenage girls, and experiencing one another's body was an instant turn on.

She was right, I did want children, mostly as a way to further distance myself from her. Of course I hoped a baby would bring us closer but if not I could exhaust myself feeding, bathing, and changing the child and hopefully minimize all contact with Elise to an all time low.

Elise looked exhausted as she finished telling her story. I wanted to comfort her but I wasn't in control, at least not until Claymore released her from the chair.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

After Elise was released from the blindfold, and joined Tony on the couch, I again spoke with them both.

"The evening is almost over now, and we shall leave you soon, but first, I wish to thank you, for participating, and being so frank in your task. Both I, and My lovely Imogen know how stressful this first meeting and task can be. As I said earlier, the tapes are yours, listen to them together, analyse them, learn from each others experiences and desires."

I see them smile at each other, holding hands.

"One last thing, before we leave you. The very last thing tonight, I want you to masturbate, mutually, together. Watch each other, describe the sensations that you are having, but, do not have penetrative or oral sex tonight. That is forbidden.

When you awaken Tony, you will be in control, and you will take Elise, in any way that you desire, and you Elise, you will submit to Tony`s wishes. Do you bothunderstand what I am saying? If so, then we shall see you again, in two days time. Here once more if possible."

 

[FurryFury]

Elise is glad to be out of the blindfold. She looks to Tony for reassurance and is relieved that he doesn't seem upset with her.

She listens carefully to Claymore instructions watching his lips move, then shifts her attention to Imogen.

The idea of masturbating in front of Tony scares her. Not that she hasn't done that. Still it makes her uncomfortable. Touching herself always does. With anyone watching it's worse. Telling what it feels like is the most frightening thing of all. Well at least it won't be in front of Claymore and Imogen also. Thank goodness.

"Yes I understand Claymore." Elise answers. Being taken in the morning is not her favorite thing but she is not worried about it. Even if she has to do whatever Tony wants. She is confident she can handle this part of things just fine.

Grabbing her day timer, Elise pencils in the date of Claymore and Imogen coming back in two nights time.

"Tony are you free?" She asks anxiously.

 

[SueJ]

Master Claymore rises to leave. Imogen follows behind him. She bids goodbye to Tony and shakes his hand, and gives Elise a hug. "I'll look forward to seeing you both again in a couple of days. Enjoy your sweet time together," she says with her farewell.

She walks to the car with her Master, feeling fulfilled to be a part of his life, and so happy that he is planning to make her a part of this new mission. Imogen knows this will be challenging for her in many ways, but she is so eager to help Master in his work. Elise and Tony seem like such a nice couple. Imogen hopes to help Elise through the difficult times to come---a road she herself had to travel alone without assistance. And Tony seems genuinely caring and considerate. Much as Imogen dislikes being exposed to other men, she knows that her Master would allow her to come to no harm, and sees he has chosen wisely in the decision to help this particular couple. She will do what she must to please Him, and to be a part of Tony's training as Master commands. Once she overcomes the embarrassment of her initial exposure, it will be easier for her.

They get into the car and with downcast eyes, Imogen says, "Master, thank you for allowing me to accompany you. I will not let you down." She leans across the seat and rests her head against his arm lovingly.

Her Master starts the car and they head for home. Imogen knows that demanding tasks lie ahead of her in the days to come. She looks forward to some time alone with her Master and some much-needed rest before the training begins in earnest with Elise and Tony.

 

[allonblack]

As we stripped I told Elise that I would be free whenever she wanted me to be. I didn't want to tell her I had turned down a promotion and excused myself from many committees. I would tell her when the time was right, especially if she ever doubted my committment to our new lifestyle.

Elise and I took our seats on the floor. We pressed the soles of our bare feet together so that our bodies were linked but our genitals were maximum distance apart. I had no problem masturbating in front of Elise, I had done it many times before. We stared at each other in an awkward silence before I finally began.

Claymore stayed until we each began touching ourselves. He seemed pleased when he left. "I guess we're on the honor system here and I bet there's a tape recorder hidden somewhere in here." I said looking around the room.

It didn't take long before the thrill of being naked with my wife in a room outside of our bedroom took over. I took my erection in my hand and began stroking furiously. I knew Elise was uncomfortable so I wanted to get it over as soon as possible for her sake. Besides in the morning I could take her however I wanted so tonight I thought I should go easy on her.

"What I feel now is that my cock is slightly sore but also harder than it's been in a long time." I said looking at the throbbing red head squeezed in my fist. I was positioned at an odd angle, my balls pinned slightly beneath giving extreme pressure. "I feel like I'm gonna cum soon and the way I'm leaning now my ass is open and I'm about half-tempted to shove one of your dildos in my ass to see if that prostate milking stuff is just a rumor or not." I wondered if Elise would take much stock in what I said, thinking of it as a fantasy or nervous comment with no hidden meaning.

Elise parted her pussylips and that was all I saw as I threw my head back, shutting my eyes tightly, lost in fantasy. Our toes interlocked as I began stroking more furiously. "Oh Marian! Oh Marian! That pussy is so tight, oh yeah ride that dick, ride it, yeah, you want it, oh yeah, oh, oh ohhhhh!" I moaned as I came, stroking the length of my cock and letting bursts of semen land on the expensive carpet beneath us.

I opened my eyes and said "I needed that. Although I don't desire Marian she did put thoughts in my head so I hope you're not offended but that was a fantasy and self-satisfaction was the best solution for it." I said in panting breaths.
I looked down and notice a single bubble of semen on my cock head. Elise saw it too. I continued rubbing my cock as I spoke. "I know what Claymore said, but please Elise baby, lick that off...please." I said shutting my eyes tightly in fantasy again.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Driving home from to our house, my little one relaxes, resting her head on my arm. I realise once again how lucky that I am to have found such a treasure. This evening had gone perfectly, the way she had handled Elise and Tony had been wonderful, making me so proud of her. I know that I must reward her, and show my appreciation of her service to me. I pull up outside the house, and as she starts to move and sit up, I stop her, turning and kissing her softly. Feeling the delicate flicks of her tongue against mine.

I touch her knee, and her legs part for me, my hand glides up her thigh. to caress her silken mound, freshly shaved again this night. As indeed it is every night. and I slip my finger into her.

She moans into my mouth, and I almost feel the smile grow on her face, for now she realises, that the night is not yet over. Removing my finger, I insert it between her cherry red lips, and feel her tongue on it, and then mine joins hers. This is almost a ritual now with us.

Entering the house, my little one follows respctfully, a pace behind and to the left of me. She takes my coat, and I wait as she hangs it up. Standing in front of her, I lift her chin, allowing her gaze to meet mine, and say softly

"Tonight my little one, the swing."

The light that comes into her eyes is almost magical, then I watch her, as she scurries away to change, for me.
I go to my dungeon, lighting the gas fired braziers on the wall, and releasing the swing from its harness. I will be naked on my chair when she arrives.

 

[FurryFury]

Elise didn't like stripping in front of others. She didn't like being in the living room. This was all taking her out of her perfectly ordered comfort zone. She knew bending and yes, even breaking through boundaries was part of all this. Something she had to and wanted to do but that didn't make it any easier.

She is tentative at best. Removing her clothes she goes slow. Touching herself is harder. She pinches a nipple, slides her fingers down, letting them dip into her belly button, against her clit and inside her wetness.

She laughs a little at Tony's honor system comment. Then uses her toes to squeeze him a bit.

She shuddered when he mentioned putting a dildo up his ass with a shove. She too was curious about prostrate milking but shoving anything up her ass or anyone else's sounded painful and scary to her.

"I feel, embarrassed and excited at the same time." She said hesitantly. "We are supposed to do this how long?"

She rubs her clit more than anything, occasionally putting a finger inside the liquid warmth that she knows so well. She starts to get into it a little, feels hope she can make it go all the way. Then she hears Tony. "Oh Marian! Oh Marian! That pussy is so tight, oh yeah ride that dick, ride it, yeah, you want it, oh yeah, oh, oh ohhhhh!"

Her eyes fly open and she looks at him in horror. That bitch from the club? Damn it! She is glad his eyes are shut so he doesn't see the look on her face. She carefully tries to make her face blank again. Damn it! She thinks she might have been successful when he opens his eyes. He came for her, Marian. Shit. She thinks. She works hard not to pull her feet away, not to reject him.

"I needed that. Although I don't desire Marian she did put thoughts in my head so I hope you're not offended but that was a fantasy and self-satisfaction was the best solution for it." Tony says.

She just simply doesn't know how to respond to that. She tries to smile.

"I know what Claymore said, but please Elise baby, lick that off...please." Tony says. She uses that as an excuse then. She pulled her legs up and leaned into Tony's crotch her hair brushing against him. Her lips and tongue so close he can feel her breath hot and soft on him.

"No, I can't. I won't jeopardize our training Tony. I'm sorry. I'd like to taste you, I really would." She says and it's true, she realizes, even with what he just did, she would love to taste his cream, suck his cock, roll it in her mouth. Damn. She gets up and stretches her body going into the lean lines that is does with a good stretch. Her hips bones and ribs showing now. A little sound like one makes during orgasm comes out of her. She smiles now and starts to clean up in the nude.

 

[allonblack]

Elise refused to lick the drop from my cock. I nodded in understanding. "I knew you'd say that and I think I was supposed to ask. I'm not going to command you to suck it since that's not the purpose of tonight."

As she finished her orgasm I asked her "So, how do you feel now? Personally I think this was redundant since we already know our own bodies. But at least Claymore is taking baby steps with us." I said.

She seemed visibly upset, probably at what I had said about Marian. "Look, I know you want me to apologize but I can't and I won't. Imogen and Claymore said there'll be things we don't want to hear or feel at first and we need to lead control to get past those things, at least that's how I interpreted it. I'm a man honey. When I masturbate I whisper other women's names and picture them naked. It's all part of the fantasy." I stopped there realizing a dominant person shouldn't ever have to justify themselves no matter what the circumstances.

Elise seemed to be ignoring me as she crawled around on all fours, cleaning up my semen before it stained the carpet. I felt defeated as I walked naked down the hallway into the bedroom. I sat in the bed silently planning what I wanted for tomorrow morning.

 

[SueJ]

Imogen feels her Master reaching beneath her dress and moans with pleasure at his gentle caresses between her legs. She opens for him as he demands access to the smooth, soft places that she keeps always shaved for him. She takes his tongue deeply into her mouth as he presses his fingers into her recess. Imogen knows from his touch that she has pleased him greatly today as they begin their evening ritual of touching and love play.

After hanging up Master's coat, she dashes up the stairs eagerly to change her garments as required. Imogen couldn't believe her ears when he told her that they will use the swing. Master installed the swing in the dungeon weeks ago, but kept it up in its harness, telling her it would be a special reward when the occasion arose. She has pleased him indeed, and her treat now awaits.

She pulls the semi-sheer, white, flowing dress over her head, and walks naked across the bedroom. At her Master's request, she dons a body halter of black leather. A collar attachment fastens behind her neck. The leather comes down over her chest, then around and under her breasts, leaving them exposed and pushed up high. Below her waist the garment resembles open crotch panties. Two leather straps rest along either side of her pussy. A thin strap runs along the crack of her ass and affixes to the waist in the back, leaving her buttocks completely bare. She adds the final touches of stockings and high heels.

Imogen walks over to the full length mirror and carefully examines herself front and back, making minor adjustments. She brushes her long, dark hair. She is ready for her Master.

Descending to the dungeon, her heart pounds in anticipation. As she enters, she sees her Master sitting naked in his chair. She goes to kneel beside him, but he motions her to the swing supports that he has carefully laid on the floor. As instructed, she lies down on them without a word, and then slips her wrists through two straps. Master rises from his chair and walks toward her as her pulse races.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I watch my little one, as she enters. the flames from the braziers lighting her up for me.
Light and shadow performing a srensual ballet on her form.
She is perfection personified, walking, nay, floating past me, as she takes her position.

I rise to walk to where she lies, checking all is correct, before raising the swing to a workable height.
I smile at her, rocking the swing gently, before picking up the riding crop.I hold it my left hand, as my right touches her sex, sliding slowly across the moist folds. I smile at her, and she knows that it is time.

I slap the flat end of the crop against her sex, hearing the delicious sound of leather on wet soft skin. My little one gives a small gasp, but it is a gasp of pleasure, as well as pain. I slap again, a little harder, and her moans increase in intensity, as she is struck twice more.

Holding the handle tightly, I rub the flat end against My pussy wetting both sides thoroughly. I lick the crop, as she smiles at me.

Then without warning, I lower it, beneath her, bringing it up sharply.
Cracking first one ass cheek, and then the other, three times in succession.

My pet is in ecstasy now. as I lay the crop down temporarily, and pick up the nipple clamps.

 

[FurryFury]

Elise let Tony think she had come if he was indeed thinking that. Given how he had come, it probably was all good with him anyway she decided. She really didn't want to have to explain anything more about how and why she didn't feel she could come right then. Claymore had not said they had to come and she just didn't feel she could.

"I feel fine." She said quietly. She tried to mean it. Tried to convince even herself she meant it. Soon she was busy cleaning and fixing things. Life felt safer when she was doing that.

She just couldn't respond yet to Tony's declaration of independence and interest in other women, particularly that one. So she didn't. She had followed the rules to the letter and that was that. Tony soon ignored her and left the room. She felt she heart plummet. She really was trying damn it. So she was human. She sighed.

Only after she had cleaned everything up, put things in apple pie order, picked out her clothes for the next day and showered did she slip between the sheets and next to her husband.

By then the anger, frustration and fear had lessened. She could look at him again and smile, really smile. She could want to touch him again, have him touch her, crave it. She began to think what he might demand of her in the morning. She was sleeping nude again, next to him. She kissed him gently.

"I love you Tony." She said softly. "Goodnight." If he was asleep already she didn't want to wake him but she just needed to kiss him and tell him she loved him.

 

[SueJ]

Oh, how well her Master understood her need for pain. Imogen craves the pain that lies along the border with pleasure, straddling the two. It is the pain that makes the pleasure all the sweeter. It is the pain, gradually winding its way to ecstacy, that makes the ultimate gratification infinitely fulfilling. Without the pain, pleasure is but a small hill scaled; with the pain, it is Mt. Everest. Master Claymore had skillfully withheld pain from Imogen for over a week, so that this gift of the crop might be all the more fulfilling for her. And truth to tell, he too had suffered without it during that time; for much as she welcomed it, he loved to wield it.

Master Claymore does not do this as a punishment to Imogen; rather, he knows where the boundary lies. It is not his intent to push her limit of pain; he knows she would pass out before she would code to him. His goal was the pain of arousal. Pain that crossed that fine border with pleasure would diminish Imogen's arousal, whereas all pain that fell within the pleaure realm would increase it. He did not wish to beat her harshly---only intimately, erotically, sexually.

And respond she did. With each perfectly placed and timed smack of the crop, Imogen grimaced, but then moaned. Her wetness gave away her desire and arousal. Only Imogen was so perfectly connected to him in this way, experiencing this as a mutual pleasure, while other subs would be screaming and crying, bearing the crop as a punishment. When Master Claymore picked up the nipple clamps, she smiled at him thankfully, welcoming the twinges of delight mixed with discomfort, soon to become their mutual ecstacy.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I look at her, seeing the smile that greets me. My pet looks so serene, and contented, lying there tethered and suspended, her slender fingers wrapped around the support chains.

Deftly I take hold of her left nipple, already hard and swollen. I pinch it, stretching it out as much as possible, before applying the clamp, and slowly adjusting the tension. Taking hold of the chain that now hangs from her, I tug a little, making sure it will not slip free. My littleone sighing in anticipation.

I walk around to the other side, bending to gently bite on her nipple, tugging at it, before taking hold, and clamping that one also.

I step back, surveying my labors.

There she lies, my one true love, as beutiful as a summer dawn, eyes sparkling, with lights that would shame the bejewlled evening sky. Holding the chain, I pull on it, starting a regular movement. Back and forth she swings, her waist length hair, flowing behind her. For a moment, I stand and watch, in awe of my love.

It is time to move on, and I position myself, so that she swings right up to me, standing before her, but never touching. Occasionally pulling the chain, keeping the momentum.

I hold the crop, handle towards her, watching My sweet wet pussy, as it leaves, and returns, leaves, and returns.

Adjusting my hand, the crop awaits her, as she reaches the zenith, it slips into her, then she is gone again. Swinging back and forth, as Master pleasures His pussy. I know how much she wants to swing faster, harder, and I pull on the chain again, as she cries out in pure unashamed ecstasy.

 

[SueJ]

Imogen feels an erotic pulse through her body as Master Claymore pinches her left nipple and pulls it erect. She gasps as he places the clamp over the nipple, and very slowly releases it so that the pain will be bearable. As her nipple adjusts, he tightens the screws to grip harder still, tugging with the chain to ensure that it will hold tight while he implements his plan. The pleasure of the pain has begun to take hold of her.

Done with the left, her Master focuses his attention on her other side. Imogen screams as his teeth grate against her right nipple, using it for his own pleasure. That one also gets clamped, and the screw tightened to secure it fully. Master tugs on the chain that links her breasts to him. The pull causes the swing to move forward and her to moan, completely under his control.

Each time the swing moves forward and Master presses the handle of the crop inside her, it inflames her desire to grasp his member in her hands, fondle him to erection, and take him into her mouth to orgasm. Her tendency to rush and culminate a lovemaking session prematurely often causes him to place her in bondage like this, where she is helpless to push matters along. Although her skills in patience have grown, it remains her greatest weakness. She now must wait, accept, and do as she is told, as he slowly swings her back and forth, enjoying the feverish desire he sees growing inside her.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I see the desire in her eyes, the need for release approaching her like a runaway train.
Beads of sweat are slowly appearing om her forehead, like irridescent pearls, they twinkle in the light from the flames.
I ease the swing to a stop, and removing the handle of the crop from My pussy, I look at my cock.
I see it, a droplet on the tip, and wipe it on the wet shiny pussy soaked handle

My little one is smiling, her tongue out, awaiting her prize, I do not disappoint her, watching as she sucks on the crop, her eyes alive with a primal need.

I wait a few moments, before removing the crop, and tossing it aside.

It is time to kneel on a cushion, looking straight at MY pussy. marvelling at the folds and contours, the delicate shades from pale pink to dark red.

I reach, to pinch her clit, shaking it a little, as a cry escape from her mouth. Moving closer I lick, rolling my tongue across her clit, and around it. The heat from her sex is intoxicating, I just want more and more. As I slide first one finger, and then two, into my littleone.

 

[SueJ]

Master brings the crop handle to Imogen's mouth and she sucks the drop of his pre-cum from the end of it, thinking of wanting more, wanting him in her mouth. Her impatience is growing.

She is overflowing with desire as her Master kneels in front of the swing. Imogen is intensely aroused by the pleasure-pain on her nipples and her exposure to him, combined with her helplessness in the swing. The closer he examines her gentle folds, the higher her passion rises. He pinches her clit and at the first sensation of his tongue stimulating her sexual center, she spasms uncontrollably into orgasm. Tears of relief run down her cheeks as her contractions continue in blissful abandon.

Imogen knows Master will be displeased; her impatience has sabotaged his plans. She hopes he will continue letting her pleasure him, for even her orgasm does not diminish her desires to fulfill him in every way.

"Master, your touch has me under its spell. Please have mercy on your little one. I want only pleasure for you. I beg for your leniency," she cries.

But one quick glance at his eyes tells her of his extreme displeasure. She knows that he expects more self-control from one so trained, and that there will be a price for her hastiness---a price that will leave her useful to him in order to satisfy his every desire, but also a price that will go beyond that pain which only brings pleasure. Master's desire for her pleasure is now gone; he will be seeking his own. Her tears of relief turn to tears of regret, as she braces herself for Master's words and retribution.

 

[allonblack]

I didn't return the kiss or "I Love You" when Elise crawled into bed with me. I was too upset that I was even faking sleep to avoid her. The next morning I began masturbating because I found myself too angry to become aroused by the sight of her naked body. Elise had rolled onto her side a little during the night. I forced myself free from her grasp as she moved slightly drowsily. I smacked her sore ass cheek with a hard blow. She lunged to side looking around surprised. "Face down, ass towards me, now." I said bluntly. She was confused but obliged.

My semi-erect cock and her unlubricated pussy were a lethal combination but I still forced myself inside of her, not caring that this could be considered borderline rape. I thrust as deeply as I could into her, her ass cheeks pressing hard against my hips. "Ok, I'm pissed of Elise. I know we shouldn't have expected miracles last night but you didn't seem to even be into it. You just wanted to be the secretary and take notes. This is supposed to be saving our marriage, our sex life, and you couldn't have been more unenthusiastic!" I said rubbing my finger around the entrance of her asshole. I thought about plunging into there but decided to save that for a special occassion when I wasn't so upset.

"I know this probably isn't what Claymore has in mind for this morning but I don't care. Yeah I admit I liked it when an attractive younger woman was rubbing her pussy on my cock. If I didn't like it perhaps I should have been at the Manhole club across the street." My voice was now pure anger.

"If you're going to nitpick about everything I do while we're learning this lifestyle then maybe we should just call the whole thing off. I know you didn't say anything about me cumming while thinking about Marian but I can tell you're thinking about it so if it's such a big deal, here!" I said pulling out of her. "On your back now!" I commanded.

I hovered over her, masturbating. "Oh Elise! Oh Elise, Oh baby! Here you go, that's all for you! all for you!" I said as I ejaculated onto her breasts, neck, and face. I rubbed my cock in circles on her face, picking up the semen and shaking it back onto her face.

I went into the bathroom to get cleaned up and dressed for work. She was still lying on the bed, obviously in shock when I came out. I took the rope from a few nights ago and tied her wrists to the bedposts. "I'll be home for lunch" I said as I walked out the door. I held a porno of anal virgins in my hand but decided not to put the dvd in. "You don't deserve to watch people getting pleasure." I said sternly. "I don't care if you're mad or not, I know this probably isn't the way Claymore would do things but he's not going to be your Master, I am. So I guess you can consider this part of the punishment phase of your training. If you're going to second-guess everything I do, then there will be more punishments." I slammed the bedroom door and walked out of the house to my car.

My stomach had a sinking feeling as I was so full of guilt. I could barely turn the key in the ignition without the urge to break down sobbing. I got myself together and went to work.

As lunchtime approached I debated whether or not to go home. I just got in my car and let it guide me subconciously. Before I knew it I had arrived at my house. So perhaps fate was telling me this was the right thing to do. I pulled my cell phone from my briefcase and dialed our phone number. I waited for the answering machine in our bedroom to pick up. I removed my shoes as I entered the house quietly. When I heard the machine pick up I began speaking, "Elise, hi it's me, I don't know if I should come home or leave you tied up all day. I'm not sorry for what happened but perhaps I went about it the wrong way. I'll confess to Claymore what happened and maybe he can help us. I'm sure there's a punishment involved for me..." I paused as I pushed open the bedroom door to see how she was reacting to my voice on tape. She turned fearfully as I pushed the door the rest of the way open, "but I deserve whatever he has in store for me." I said putting down the cell phone and untying her.

 

[FurryFury]

Elise was sad that Tony seemed to already be asleep. Now that her anger had cooled, she could have talked with him about things but clearly it was not to be. She looked at his face. A smile took her lips then. She loved him so. She snuggled up to him and looked forward to morning when they would be able to talk and have sex however he wanted it. She was looking forward to him taking control.

She was awakened by abrupt pain. Startled she felt her body jerk on the bed in an involuntary reaction. What the hell? She started to wonder, when she heard Tony's voice. She had never heard it like this before, so cold and yet hot with anger, but why? She wondered her mind trying to grasp what was going on.

"Face down, ass towards me, now." She immediately, though confused, did what he said. There was something commanding about him, it was almost like it wasn't her Tony but some angry stranger.

She felt him forcing his cock into her and she wasn't the least bit ready, it hurt, damn it. She cried then. This wasn't what she had signed up for why was he doing this? Her Tony, the one she could trust, or used to doing these things to her, it was impossible.

He began to say his piece while he dry humped her, hurting her more. She was aghast. Was she really like that last night? Clearly he thought so and it pissed him off but she didn't remember it that way at all. She just did her best. She cried harder, and she fucking hated crying, it pissed her off to cry. The weakness of it made her scared and angry at herself but here was Tony. He was hurting her and not in a good way. She felt his fingers playing around her tiny hole, the one he had hurt recently and got even more scared. This was wrong. Maybe all of this was wrong. Maybe they should quit. How had things come to this?

Attractive younger woman? The words cut deeply into her, hurting her more than his rape. Attractive younger woman. Elise wanted to go kill the bitch. This wasn't about Elise at all. No matter what he said this was about Marian. He was fixated on her, and not on his wife. Just fucking great! Evil thoughts started going through her mind then. Thoughts of revenge, of pain, not for her, for them. Every time he pounded into her, she thought of hurting them.

She was too stunned to speak. Just couldn't believe that Tony was doing these things. That he felt this way. Her man. Her rock. Her security was now her terror. How could this happen?

"On your back now!" He barked at her and she turned over warily her ass cheek sore and pulsing with pain, her vagina now hurting too. Her eyes were big, scared and stunned.

Slowly she began to relax a little, her body still rigid with shock, pain and anger but he wasn't forcing himself in her or hurting her anymore. He was masturbating. Men! They always love to masturbate. Her eyes now sparked with anger, she couldn't seem to move yet her eyes if he had looked were full of hate. Those lovely green eyes were saying "FUCK YOU!" now.

Now he uses Elise's name. Well how fucking kind of him to think of his wife at least once when he masturbates and not a younger woman. He unloaded on her, and for once she didn't want to taste him, lick up every drop, she just wanted a shower. To clean this filth from her body, the anger from her mind, and ease the pains that was all she wanted, but he began to spread it over her, all over her. He continued to degrade her, making her face wet from his cock juices and she actually thought about attacking him, biting him, hitting with her fists, raking with her nails but it wasn't in her. In spite of everything he was her husband. She still loved him too much to try to hurt him. This has always been a problem for her. She knew she should attack him. She could dream of it. She just can't DO it.

Elise didn't know what to do. He left her there and got cleaned up. She just laid there. In disbelieve of what had just happened. Where was her Tony? The one she trusted? Who was this mad man with her husband's face? Was there a fucking pod in the closet? Was exploring this lifestyle the wrong thing to do after all?

Then she became aware that he was tying her up. She really panicked then. Struggling hard against the ropes which only got tighter, tears falling again with quiet little hics.

"Don't you fucking do this Tony! I swear to God! Don't you walk out of here! Tony! I have to get to work! God damn it! I have a big meeting! Argh!!!" She screamed.

Mad? You don't care if I'm mad? Oh you fucking well will care! I will find a way to make you care! She thinks. She goes into to full fight or flight mode. She fights against the ropes. Even though they are soft, she manages to abrade her wrists and make them bleed but that is all. She can't get loose. She angles her body so that her damaged ass cheek is off the bed. She feels his spunk drying on her skin, it sickens her.

All morning she burns with humiliation, anger and shock over what happened. Thank god it's not one of the days the maid service comes in. She keeps shifting her position on the bed, trying to get comfortable but it's not easy. Huge sobs, painfully begin, she cries like she hasn't done in so many years. The office calls for her at least a half dozen times but she can't get to the answering machine, home phone or her cell.

Elise hears the phone ring around noon then Tony's voice. "Elise, hi it's me, I don't know if I should come home or leave you tied up all day. I'm not sorry for what happened but perhaps I went about it the wrong way. I'll confess to Claymore what happened and maybe he can help us. I'm sure there's a punishment involved for me..."

Her mind whirls, oh fucking hell, he will come untie her now, won't he? He's not sorry? Oh you will be damn you! She thinks. She starts to cry again. All those damn tears she has kept bottled up and now they won't quit! She groans. In her peripheral vision she sees movement.

She turns to him, fearfully, wondering what next? She sees him better, okay, good, it's Tony! "Tony please untie me now." She tries to say in a sweet submissive tone. Then his cell phone rings.

Elise tries to sound calm but she starts to panic and she blurts out in a brittle voice. "Come and untie me right fucking now!"

He starts to untie her but then he puts his hand over her mouth and calmly answers his phone. "Yes?"

"Mr. Walters? This is Myrna Price, Elise's supervisor? We can't seem to find her today. Is everything okay? Do you know where she is? She blew a huge client meeting this morning. I'm afraid she might be in trouble. You know I love her..." The hated manager says. "...but this is terribly unprofessional of her..."

Elise struggles against the ropes, against Tony, her eyes angry and demanding, yet pleading.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

The moment my fingertips touch the spongy texture, on the front wall of littleone`s pussy, she starts to spasm. The pleasure waves coursing through her body, seemingly unchecked. I immediately step away.

"Master, your touch has me under its spell. Please have mercy on your little one. I want only pleasure for you. I beg for your leniency," she cries.

"SILENCE."

I bark at her. my wrath rising, my nostrils flaring, and the color draining from my face.

I release her feet from the swing, then her waist, and leave her standing there, holding the chains of support. She knows better than to move.

Picking up the crop, I lay it on the table, and take out my paddles and flogger from the drawer. placing them alongside the crop. For a moment I cannot decide what to use for punishment, but it does not last long. The spreader bar comes down as I lower it slowly, and then place some shackles, attached to a bar below it.

I look at her, then at the bar, and she walks across the room, eyes lowered, and places her feet by the shackles, and her hands on the bar. Kneeling, I fasten the soft leather strap around her tiny ankle, using both buckles. then the other foot, before I tie her wrists to the ends of the spreader bar.

It is only then that I look at her, She is staring at a spot on the floor, in true sub fashion, as the tears slowly trickle down her face. For a moment I feel sympathy, knowing that it has been over a week since she had the pain/pleasure mix that she loves so much. But it passes, she knows the rules, only I can permit orgasm, to err, is to be punished, that is cast in stone.

Using my foot, I push at the bar with the shackles, so that she is at full stretch, feet angled out behind her. I place my mouth next to her tiny ear, hissing at her.

"After all this time littleone, you fail Me, yet again. You know better, and what is more, you know the consequences. 6 lashes."

I step away, taking the flogger in my hand, and move behind her.

 

[allonblack]

Elise begged me to untie her as the phone rang. I talked to her supervisor as Elise mumbled and strained to breathe. "Well Myrna you know Elise is a trooper but she hurt herself recently. She's been working through the pain but today was too much. She's in bed now, I was supposed to call you and tell you but it must've slipped my mind so I take the blame for this one. Please don't discipline her. There's a bunch of papers on our dining room table, let me know what you need and I'll fax them to you if it's not too late." I said pulling the bedroom door closed behind me. "She'll probably be in tomorrow, she really could use the day off." I said. "Couldn't we all?" Myra said sarcastically before we said our goodbyes.

I entered the bedroom to see her struggling and crying. "I'll untie you but let me clean you up first, you're a mess." I went to the bathroom and dampened a washcloth. I washed away my dried cum and her tears. I untied her and sat at the foot of the bed.

"Ok, let me have it, but make it quick I have to be back in a half hour." I said bracing myself for a verbal barrage. "Before you begin though I did cover for you, Myrna wasn't too mad. I'm not going to apologize for this morning. But maybe I can justify it, I know it hurt you but aren't you glad it was me instead of a stranger at the bdsm club? It felt great and I'd do it again. After some training maybe you'll be more willing next time. You seemed to fight me, maybe you were scared but I was just doing what Claymore said. I'm doing all this for you and whether you know it or not you're lucky to have me." I said putting my arms behind me and lying on the bed.

 

[FurryFury]

She listens Tony talks to damned Myrna on the phone. She'd be written up for sure. Elise had no doubt of it. You don't just go AWOL on a big meeting like that. She was in trouble and she knew it but now she was more worried about her marriage, it was far worse than she had imagined.

She tried to stop the stupid weak tears but couldn't. He came back into the room and she so wanted to scream at him.

"I'll untie you but let me clean you up first, you're a mess." She closed her eyes. She was a mess was she. No fucking kidding. Now he wanted to clean her up? She didn't want him to touch her. It was only fitting that he clean up his mess but still, she was too furious.

"Just please let me go. I'm about to burst here." She says.

Tony though just keeps doing what he wants to. She can't understand him. He is a cipher to her now. She just holds her bladder and pulls her knees together waiting him out. He finally unties her.

"Ok, let me have it, but make it quick I have to be back in a half hour. Before you begin though I did cover for you, Myrna wasn't too mad. I'm not going to apologize for this morning. But maybe I can justify it, I know it hurt you but aren't you glad it was me instead of a stranger at the bdsm club? It felt great and I'd do it again. After some training maybe you'll be more willing next time. You seemed to fight me, maybe you were scared but I was just doing what Claymore said. I'm doing all this for you and whether you know it or not you're lucky to have me."

"You! Argh!" Elise jumps up and runs to the bathroom slamming the door.

After she pees, gets a robe on and takes some Advil she comes back out. "Just go."

"I'm too mad to talk right now. Even if I could, thirty minutes is NOT long enough."

Her back stiff she walks to the kitchen and starts cleaning it again.

 

[SueJ]

Imogen's Master says, "After all this time littleone, you fail Me, yet again. You know better, and what is more, you know the consequences. 6 lashes."

He prepares to begin her punishment. Imogen weeps openly. The most painful part is letting down Master. His disappointment in her, his favorite little one, is in itself the greatest punishment she can receive. She loves him with all her heart. But she also cries in gratitude, knowing that this infliction of six lashes is probably less than she deserves. Master is merciful indeed. The flogging will be swift. The choice of the flogger was actually a gift; Master could have chosen the cane or the paddle or the cat whip instead, but in his great understanding of her burning desire for him, and consideration, is punishing her lightly for her misdeed.

She readies herself to receive the first blow. Master has his heaviest flogger in his hand, and the stroke comes in a torrent like a tidal wave. It would have knocked her across the room if she hadn't been secured. Landing square on her right buttock, it takes her breath away, and it is quite a few moments before she can utter the necessary response, "Master, thank you for showing me the error of my ways."

Her remorse is sincere, her love infinite. She steadies herself, tearless now, for the five blows to come, thankful for her true love, his merciful sentence, and her desire to move past her transgression.

 

[allonblack]

Elise walked right past me as if I was invisible. I followed her to the kitchen. "Look, I don't know what your problem is. I did what you wanted, I degraded you, I was rough, I tied you up and made you feel helpless. I listened to what you said last night to Claymore about fantasies and I did my best. I'm starting to think you don't know what you want and you're just impossible to please. If you want to tie me up and make me miss my afternoon meetings go for it. If not we can go back to the silent treatment and just roommates like we've been the last few years. If this is all about Marian then that's petty. How do you think it makes it me feel when all of a sudden my wife says basically that I bore her in bed and she seeks out a "master" to teach her bdsm things? Inadequate that's how it makes me feel! I might come home tonight and I might not." I said slamming the door and walking towards the driveway.