hmm, nice short, Mad! do we get more of the story about perhaps.. the pending dental exam? very nice opening, you set the scene very well, almost as good as being there! titles titles titles....i suck at making up titles, so i'm no help there!




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The doorbell rang and Mistress Vanessa left her hooded boy in the basement. She switched off her microphone and answered the door. Peeking through the peephole, she found that some of her guests had arrived - two of her girlfriends. "Oh, do come in!" she invited, ever the gracious host, "Can I get you anything to drink? Make yourselves at home." The three women giggled and laughed together, exclaiming over each others' outfits.

They sat down with glasses of lemonade in the richly furnished living room to talk. The big screen television tuned into a monitor showing the basement. The girls looked curiously at the TV, but for the whole duration, the bound figure did not move. He could well have been a statue.

After pleasantries had been exchanged, one of the girls asked with a glint of anticipation in her eye, "So, Vanny, where is he?" The other girl quickly added her question, "What are his limits?" They looked pointedly at the television, nearly bouncing in their eagerness to get started.

Vannessa teased, "Aren't you going to ask who else is coming?" she laughed, "Calm down, girls! My boy's in the basement, downstairs, and he's all ready. We have another guest coming, but we can go ahead and get started. Let's go!"

The other two ladies grinned and hurried down the stairs, a little playful pushing and shoving in their haste to be the first to get down the stairs. Vannessa laughed and took her time, bringing down some snacks as well. She taped a note on the door for Bryan - 'You know where the key is, come on in. Basement.' and signed it with a fluourish.

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Mark could sense someone was in the room even though he was blindfolded because the air currents tickled him. Involuntarily, he jumped when a sharp slap landed on his buttocks. The gag prevented him from talking, but inarticulate yells worked well enough too. He automatically tensed up, not knowing what direction the next blow would come from.

"You will receive twenty slaps, twenty strokes of the crop and twenty strokes of the cane - for the three marks I have by your name." came Mistress Vanessa's voice. "My guests will administer the slaps and the crop, but I will give you your cane strokes. Later tonight, you will also have a suprise. Beginning now."

Behind the mask, Mark squeezed his eyes shut, almost glad that he had the mask on, so they would not see him, whoever the guests were. This was embarassing, being spanked like this, and he couldn't even flinch away from the blows. He counted in his mind as the slaps rained down on his buttocks, sometimes harder, sometimes lighter. He tried hard not to make any noise, to bear his punishment bravely, but couldn't help letting out a few whimpers when his tormentor hit some sensitive spots.

There was a break in the punishment, and he figured that the first part of the punishment was over. Sure enough, the next thing he felt was a slight swish of air as if a crop were being tested out. The crop landed across the tender inner thighs.He couldn't help but wince and brace himself for the next blow. The next strokes all worked over his inner thighs, leaving a stinging trail. The stinging sensation faded as blood rushed to the area, leaving him feeling quite warm.

A hand suddenly was gripping his chin while other hands stroked and prodded his body. Mistress Vanessa's voice whispered into his ear, "You seem to be quite warmed up already. You have a choice, either twenty with the cane, or five with the cane and fifteen with the flogger." She unbuckled the posture collar to give him more freedom in movement. "Nod if you want twenty with the cane, shake your head if you want the other."

It was no contest - Mark shook his head. The static buzz disappeared from the earplugs, and he felt her step away. The cane landed with a sharp slash of burning pain across his buttocks and he drew in his breath sharply to keep from screaming. The cane descended four more times, criss-crossing over each other sometimes, leaving red welts in their wake. He was given a few minutes to recover, then the thin strands of the flogger were sent dancing over his bare chest. Mark flinched involuntarily as his nipples were struck by the flogger and yelped.

When his punishment was over, he was several different shades of red and pink all over. "Good boy. I'm proud of you." said Mistress Vanessa. Someone pressed themselves up against his side, gently stroking his reddened chest with one hand and rubbing his buttocks with another hand, tracing the new welts. Another person massaged his tense shoulders while licking and nibbling on the back of his neck. "Now, we have one last event planned for the night." she announced, "But, you'll have to wait."

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to be continued....