Chapter 1 - The Whipmaster

 

David Williams bent down and tightened the straps holding the bound girl to the solid frame of a homemade whipping bench. Having tested that they were tight enough to hold her still without risking cutting off her circulation he picked up a three inch long penis gag and moved in front of her.

'Are you sure you want to go through with this?' He asked. 'Once the gag is on there's no chance of using the safe word and I can't see your hands and fingers from behind. Once I start, I will finish.'

'We've done enough up to now for me to trust you' replied Lucy 'I think I'm ready but if not, then that's tough luck for me.'

'OK', said David, 'Open wide'

Lucy opened her mouth to receive the penis gag and as he strapped it in place she knew that her last chance of stopping the whipping had gone. She heard him beginning to sort through the collection of tawses, crops and canes that he kept in the wardrobe of his spare room.

They had been lovers for nearly a year, though their time together had been limited by his Army service. She had met him in a nightclub in Manchester that specialised in fetish, bondage and BDSM, though strictly of the consensual type. She and a couple of girlfriends had been there, simply as a dare from one of those friends. It would be a hoot, she had told them and there would be no need to join in. All they needed was to wear short skirts, preferably made of leather or PVC and they would get in for free. A visit to a fetish shop near the city centre had provided the clothing and the bouncer on the door had happily waved the three girls in.

Once inside they had bought some drinks from the bar and found a table from where they could observe the clientele. The drinks were rather expensive, even for the city centre but it was something different to do.

For nearly an hour they simply watched the women and men clad in leather or PVC or rubber. Some wore collars and some were even on leads. Others were bound in some fashion but most were normal people having fun, even if their clothing was not normal street wear.

Her two friends were enjoying the display but Lucy found that it did more than provide enjoyment. She found herself getting aroused, especially by those men or women who were in some form of bondage. It was her first experience and she found herself with conflicting emotions. She hadn't wanted to come, she felt it would be somewhat sordid but now she was here, she felt the telltale dampness in her panties.

She heard one passing couple mentioning the new guy who was down in the dungeon about to give someone called Julia, a 'going over', She didn't know what that meant but she had felt her dampness graduating to genuine wetness.

'Who is Julia?' the female of the couple asked the male.

'She was here a month ago, made quite an impression. I think she's that rare soul, a genuine masochist. And he's a genuine sadist. I think this is the first time they have met.' With that they disappeared through a doorway.

She persuaded the other two that, having come so far, they could not ignore the dungeon.

They followed in the direction taken by the couple and down two flights of stairs to what was the cellar of the club. There they had been confronted, not only by a sizeable crowd, but also by the site of a man strapping a young woman to a contraption that she now knew was a St Andrew's cross. The woman was positioned facing out to the crowd, though she was blindfolded and gagged - this must have been 'Julia'. She was naked apart from some PVC panties and a pair of thigh length boots made out of patent leather and ending in six inch heels.

He was tall, dark and almost handsome. There was something about him that didn't quite reach her definition of a heartthrob. Indeed a second look confirmed that he was more ordinary than handsome. However bare chested and dressed in tight black rubber jeans, he made Lucy even wetter than she had been. He was clearly someone that worked out - his physique was good and he looked to be in his late twenties. She later found out that he was thirty.

Once he was satisfied that she was secure, he said something to her about a safe word - Red or was it Ted? She couldn't remember but she certainly remembered what happened next. He took a single tailed whip and began to flick it across her naked breasts.

At this point in her reverie, Lucy was brought back to the here and now by a two tailed heavy tawse slapping hard across her right buttock. The pain was more than she had ever felt before and she had by now experienced a fair amount of pain.

The second blow was even harder than the first, and overlapped it by about an inch. The third was harder still and a further inch down towards the top of her thigh. She tried to yell but the gag stopped her. She tried to move but found that the straps held her tight. Three, she had only had three and she was in agony. She had foolishly agreed to forty lashes. She would not survive that many. He had to stop.

But he did not stop. He did not pause between strokes till he had reached ten. Then he paused and rubbed her buttock with his hands, gently massaging it. She tried to tell him that she'd had enough but he was already positioning for her other buttock.