Valerie Ch. 05

"Actually, Francine waxed me just this last week. It only got to be too much when she dripped onto my freshly shaved pussy."

"Fantastic. Shall we call it a date?" she asked with a wink.

"Date."

Sally looked into her eyes, "I want to rape all three of your holes with a strap on, fucking you until you beg for mercy and more."

Valerie swallowed hard, that edge of lesbian fear creeping up on her again, along with an incredible rush of arousal at the thought. "You'll have to force me, Mistress. I could never ask for such a thing."

"Why do you think I said rape?"

Valerie shuddered at the thought. She knew in her heart that what Sally wanted was at the edge of her limits, something she wanted to explore and was terrified of exploring at the same time. "How does she do this? I'm melting in place at the mere thought that she wants me that way. I'm straight! Yet being taken forcibly by Sally is the most exciting thing that I can think of," she thought to herself.

Charles, concern in his voice, asked, "Valerie. Are you okay?"

"Master, what Mistress Sally wants terrifies me and excites me tremendously. It's confusing. I'm straight, yet Sally having her way with me violently practically melts me into a puddle of aroused nerves, unlike anything anyone else has done or suggested. Why?"

"For some submissives, fear and disgust are incredible turn-ons. That dichotomy of wanting it and not wanting it at the same time can have that effect. We've noticed that you seem to crave three things from your submission, the knowledge that you have given great pleasure to your dominant(s), incredibly intense physical feelings and exceptionally strong feelings of humiliation and degradation. That's actually rare in female submissives. Humiliation is not a top crowd pleaser for that particular group. After all, women can get humiliation in the regular world without much trouble. You seem to thrive sexually in humiliation. For someone with such strong feelings towards woman on woman sex, being forced into it so violently that it could be called rape, would be extremely humiliating and degrading. Done to you by someone you trust, those feelings, even though they remain, become a source of arousal. I doubt that you'd find it arousing to have a strange dyke throw you down and rape you." Val blanched at that thought. "I thought not. As you pointed out yesterday, it's a consent thing. You trust me, and the rest of us, and thus, you are capable of consenting to disliked things, and hence, of arousal at the thought of a lesbian rape at our hands. I think we'll keep some of the things we've been saving a surprise. Surprises are fun."

"I can't think of any more questions right now."

"In that case, let's get ready to play. Surmi, take Valerie to see Victor and have her shoulder assessed for how much stress it can and can't stand. Debbie, you go to my office and wait for me. You have some explaining to do."

"Yes, Master," she replied, subdued as she left.

"The rest of you can go on downstairs and do some warm ups if you wish. Steven, this would be a good time to collect on your bet."

Marcia looked a little nervous, but was smiling as everyone left. Surmi untied Valerie's hands and led her outside by her leash. Victor was working in the garden, pruning some roses with intense concentration. Surmi waited for him to stand back before she spoke.

"Hello, Victor. Charles asked that you check Valerie's shoulder with respect to its ability to take stress."

"Okay." Taking his dirty gloves off, he said, "Come here, young lady." After poking and prodding in a professionally medical way, he gave his assessment. "Definitely no suspension by her arms. Horizontal stretching should be okay, but you need to make sure that the shoulder isn't in any pain at all if they tie you down. And absolutely no violent motions while the shoulder is stretched. Yes, that means no orgasms ladies. Now get out of here, I've got roses to save."

"Is he always this harsh?" Valerie asked.

"Only when he has to deal with the medical aspects of submission. He's really quite nice, otherwise. You can tell he doesn't approve of the lifestyle, but rarely lets that out directly. He just acts the curmudgeon. If every vanilla person out there was like Victor, life would be a lot easier with a lot less hiding who we are. Unfortunately, there are enough people out there that think either that we need to be cured or that submitting means we can be raped with impunity, that we tend to be very secretive on an individual basis. Let's get downstairs. I think Charles has something particularly wicked in store for you today."

The pair beat Charles and Debbie down and was able to see the others warming up, as it were. From the look of things, the bet had been for a waxing. Marcia was strapped down tightly to a table, spread eagle, and was a quarter covered in hardening wax. A soft moan could be heard as each drop fell onto her body. Robert was fondling Sally, whose hands were suspended above her, stretching her to her toes, while a gag filled her mouth. Robert stopped while they watched, sending Sally into violent struggles as she sought to reach the withdrawing hand.

"So, little one. Would you like to play?"

"Yes, Mistress. What did you have in mind?"

"A little game we call Immobility. I'm going to whip you ten strokes, but you'll not be restrained in any way. You are to count them and ask me for the next each time. However, if you lift your feet for any reason on a stroke, attempt to cover yourself, or forget to count and ask; we will restart at one. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Surmi led Val to the whipping post, but left her untied. Retrieving a cat and a crop from the whip wall, she returned and stood behind Valerie. "Are you ready?"

"Zero. Mistress, may I have another?"

The swish of the cat's lashes sounded an instant before it struck, sending fire through her legs. Unable to control herself, Val skipped in place, saying "One. Mistress, may I have another?"

"I'm afraid you moved. We'll have to start over."

The crop descended this time, impacting her ass. This time Valerie had steeled herself, leaving her feet planted firmly. "One! Mistress, may I have another?"

Valerie was finding that the act of counting and asking for the next stroke was more humiliating than she had expected. The intensity of feelings was on par with when she asked Sally to deny her orgasms for 45 solid minutes. Even more, she found that she truly did want the next stroke.

Slap! Surmi's hand hit her ass, hard. The force propelled her forward, her left foot taking a step. "Two! Mistress, may I have another?"

"Start over at one."

The cat landed across her back. "Ow! One! Mistress, may I have another?"

The cat hit her legs. "Two! Mistress, may I have another?" Tears of pain were forming in her eyes as Surmi was slowly ramping up the force she was using. "If this keeps up," Val thought, "I'll be unable to talk before long."

The crop struck below her knees. "Three! Mistress, may I have another?"

Surmi wandered to in front of Valerie, eyeing her chest. Holding the lashes on the cat, she bent the handle as she pulled back. Letting go, the lashed flew towards Val's breasts, leaving a plethora of red marks when it struck. "Four! Ohhhh…Gasp! Four! Mistress, may I have another?"

Valerie could see a look in Surmi's eyes she had not seen before, one of envy. It hit Val that Surmi wanted to be in Valerie's place and that this was a vicarious substitute. Saddened that she couldn't give the girl what she really wanted, she resolved to make what she could give the best. The cat struck again, in the same place, from a more bent release position, inflicting even more pain.

"Five! Mistress, may I have another?" Valerie was sobbing in pain, the words getting out between gasps.

Her tormentor switched to the crop, bending it back and taking aim at her right nipple. Release! Swat! "Owwww. Six! Oh God! Mistress, may I have another?!"

Back went the crop, taking aim at the left nipple. Impact. Fire. "Oh, Please! Owwwww. Seven! Mistress, may I have another!?"

Surmi moved back behind her, making Val wait, knowing that she hated the waiting. 60 seconds passed. Valerie was still sobbing, her fear rising as the waiting continued. Taking a chance, she said, "Mistress, may I have another?"

Slap! Surmi's hand hit, hard, lifting Val up to her toes. Wild hand waving kept her from leaving the ground. As she settled back on her heels, she screamed, "Eight! Mistress, may I have another?"

The cat hit again. "Nine! Mistress, may I have another?"

Valerie steeled herself for what she was planning to do. Surmi walked back in front of Val, the crop out. She bent down to her knees, pulled the tip of the crop back and took aim at Val's clit. Val took a sharp breath and when the crop hit, she screamed loud and long, deliberately took a step back and cried out, "Ten! Mistress, may I have another?"

"I'm afraid you moved. We'll have to start over at one."

Valerie knew she had done it deliberately, but she still dreaded ten more strokes at the hands of someone who knew how to make each one a long drawn out moment of suffering. "Oh God, no. Please, Mistress, have mercy."

"But why should I? You did break the rules."

"I'll do anything, please, Mistress."

"No, you're going to get ten more. But I'll give you a choice. Ten more as part of the game or ten more directly on your pussy that aren't part of the game."

When Val heard the word choice, she looked Surmi in the eye, trying to gauge which Surmi herself would prefer. Surmi's eyes glistened as she mentioned ten directly to the pussy, her breath holding in anticipation. Val remembered how badly the fly swatter had hurt and how agonizing the one she had taken to her pussy was. She dreaded the thought, but had the feeling that Surmi wanted those ten pussy strokes to be asked for. In the end, she decided that knowing when the end was would be worth it.

"Mistress, may I please have ten strokes on my pussy with the crop?"

Fear oozed out of her pores, flowing over Surmi like a sweet perfume. Surmi took Val's head and kissed her deeply, saying "You're a good little slave. You've pleased me very much. I wish you could stand to return this to me."

"Me too, Mistress."

Stepping back, she announced, "You don't have to count. Just take it and scream as much as you need. Lean back against the post, it will help you stay up."

Val turned and leaned against the whipping post. She saw that Charles had returned with Debbie. He was watching her closely, back enough to not intrude. Debbie had a full hood on, with blinds and gag in place, her arms locked in an arm binder, forcing her arms together from palms to just above her elbows. Her clothes had been removed and she was walking, barely, in seven inch stiletto heels.

Surmi bent down again and readied her crop. She spaced the blows to the extremely wet and sensitive pussy six to seven seconds apart. Val would discover that such spacing made the pain seem worse, as she would just start to recover from one stroke when the next one hit. Nine times the crop struck, pulling anguished wails from her throat. Tears flowed freely and constant sobs wracked her body. She felt like molten lead had been poured on her pussy lips, that they had been set afire and left to burn. She had locked her knees to keep from falling down in spite of the support of the post.

"Valerie, I want you to reach down and pull your lips apart so I can see the inside of your pussy and your clit. Can you do that for me?"

Val's hands seemed to move of their own accord. Her voice was pleading through the sobs, "No. Please don't. I can't take it. Please don't whip my clit."

In spite of her pleas, she pulled her pussy lips apart, exposing the delicate insides and her engorged clit, desperate for attention, but terrified of what was to come. Her pleas continued until Surmi put her finger to the terrified woman's lips. "Shh. It'll be over soon. I want you to close your eyes. That's good. Keep them closed until its over. Are you ready? Here it comes. On three. One…Two…Three!"

What Val could not see was that Surmi was not aiming at the exposed delicate tissues, but for Val's belly button. When Surmi yelled "Three!" the crop impacted that far less sensitive body part. Val felt what she expected and screamed out a long wail of terror and pain, not comprehending that her clit was safe, it had escaped that horrible crop.

"Please, no more. No more. Please, I'll do anything, no more." Val knew she was at her limits, any more strokes anywhere and she would red light. She felt Surmi's hand on her shoulder and flinched. "Red light! Red Light!"

"It's okay, dear. We've stopped. No more strokes for now. I'm so proud of you! You took more than I ever thought you could. I want to be able to match you stroke for stroke some day. Let me take you to the recovery room. Do you think you'll be up to more play in a while?"

"I think so, but no whips. I think I'm whipped out."

Charles' voice spoke out, "I don't have any whipping planned, at least not for you. Surmi, I hardly think this qualifies as a warm up."

"Master, we were playing Immobility and she stepped back on the tenth stroke, on purpose, I think."

"Val, did you do it on purpose?"

"Yes, Master."

"Why."

"I knew Surmi wanted more."

"Oh, Valerie. We're going to have to watch you on that. I suspect that you'll go farther than you should some day in an effort to please. Please be very careful of your limits. That you would red light at a soft touch to your shoulder tells me you should have invoked it earlier."

"Yes, Master, I'll be careful."

When Surmi got Val to the recovery room, she had her lie down on the couch and gently massaged sore muscles, rubbing baby oil into the marks, some of them full blown welts. Val began to unwind, feeling safe again.

"You know Val, that last blow didn't hit your clit."

"It didn't!? But I felt it."

"You felt what you expected. It's what we call a mind fuck. Build you up and then hit you with something unexpected. I actually hit your belly button."

"God, I was so scared. Master was right. I should have safe worded sooner. But I felt like you wanted more and I so desperately wanted to give you more. When you touched my shoulder, all I could feel was the lash, hitting me again, and I couldn't take it."

"I have to disagree. I think I took you right up to the edge, both physically and mentally. You went red light at just the right time, for you. I've never seen the others able to take ten pussy swats. I don't know how you do it. I know you didn't like it."

"No. I can't believe I stepped back on purpose. But all I could think of was how much you wanted to be where I was and how this was a lesser pleasure for you. So I wanted to give you the absolute best."

"You did, dear, that you did."

They sat quietly for a few more minutes, until Val felt ready to face whatever was actually planned for this afternoon. Reentering the dungeon, they saw that Debbie had been suspended from the ceiling by her arms. Her heels had been taken off and she was standing on wooden blocks three feet apart. She was just high enough that if she stood on her toes, she released a little of the pressure on her arms, but then strained her legs. If she went down onto her feet, her arms took the majority of her weight. She as still gagged and held a rubber ball in her hand.

The others had finished their own warm ups. Sally was looking hot and bothered, clearly in a highly aroused state. Val suspected that she hadn't been allowed to orgasm. Her lock was off, however, allowing for penetration at some future time. The front of Marcia's body, below the neck, was completely covered in wax, including her pussy. She and Steve seemed to be having fun peeling it all off, to the accompaniment of little yelps as hair was pulled off with it.

Charles looked up at them, "Valerie, how are we feeling?"

"Sore, Master, but able to play more."

"Good. Now we have a game to play." Valerie flinched at the word game, to the amused titters of the others. "Valerie asked to be fucked, hard, fast and brutal. We'll give her what she asked for. However, she has to earn her orgasms, otherwise, she will be fucked, but denied climaxes." Picking up a small bucket, he showed Valerie and asked, "Valerie, what do you see in the bucket?"

Looking in, she took in a sharp breath. "Clothes pins, Master. Lots of clothes pins."

"Here's how the game works. We'll attach clothes pins to your body, all over. There are 100 pins in this bucket. Every ten you allow to be put on without complaint or pleas for mercy will earn you a single orgasm. If you can take all 100 on you without complaint, then you can have as many orgasms as you can reach. Once the game is over, we'll break for lunch. After lunch we'll fuck you in a variety of ways, holes and combinations for the rest of your time here today. That should come to about 5 to 6 hours of hard and raw sex. Will that satisfy your need for fucking?"

"With orgasms, yes, Master; I think I'll be satiated by 5 to 6 hours of fucking."

"Oh, I forgot to mention. You'll be bound and suspended during the fuck session. You expressed a desire to be taken, not to make love, as it were. So you'll simply be a vessel for all of us to fuck and get off on. If you happen to cum, so much the better. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Master."

"One more thing. Debbie is being punished. Her reasons for asking Valerie about 24/7 were purely selfish and had nothing to do with helping Valerie discover herself. She'll stay suspended until Valerie has her first orgasm. Until then, anyone who wishes to whip her can, as much as they wish. During lunch, Herman will monitor the closed circuit camera for her safety."

One by one, they pinched skin into a clothes pin somewhere on her body. The first five were attached to her left arm, running the entire length. A matching set as put on the right. So far Val had noticed that while they hurt some, it was bearable. The next ten went on her legs, specifically her thighs. Again, it didn't seem too bad.

The next ten went to a more sensitive spot. Six on her ear lobes, one pinching the outside of each nostril. The accompanying blockage forced her to breathe partially though her mouth. Then one on each cheek, forcing her mouth to distort so she could obey the command to not let them pop off.

"Three orgasms so far," she thought, "and it's not too bad."

She knew it was too good to be true. The next batch formed a circle of nine around the outer area of her left breast. The closer spacing pulled the skin tight, enhancing the pinching pain each pin created individually. With the position of the tenth in this group so blatantly telegraphed, she was ready for the pin that was clipped directly to her nipple. Sally made sure her nipple was good and erect to maximize how much was captured. With effort, she was able to limit her reaction to a big intake of air and several rapid breaths.

The fifth batch, of course went on her right breast. Surmi started at her nipple, licking and sucking on it lazily, encouraging maximum erection of the nub. When she placed it, she pinched just the nubbin end as opposed to the entire nipple. Val managed to turn her cry of pain into a "Ohhhhhhh yes!" As the remaining nine were circled around her breast, they tried to pull the nipple taut against the pin holding it, each stretch sending a new jolt of pain through her tender tit.

With her nipples effectively clamped, Valerie tried to stay as still as possible to minimize the jerks that would send fresh pain through them. The sixth and seventh batch of ten was lined up down the sides of her torso, from one in each armpit directly to the skin just above her hips. While these were again, not so bad, time was telling on her breasts. By consensus, all six were taking their time, letting her breasts stew. It didn't help that several of them felt the need to slap her sides, presumably to loosen some flesh to put the pins on.