More of my best weekend

Trish was sleeping, and Cindy was asking to talk, we went to the living room. I sat on the couch and Cindy asked to use the bathroom to “straighten up.” By the time she came out I had open the champagne and poured us glasses. Cindy asked if she could sit on a cushion, with my permission she put it on the floor and sat by my feet. While sipping on my drink Cindy told me that she wanted me to know a little more about her. She told me that she had move to this area three months ago to get away from the town where her old Master lived. She told me she had lived in a family that the father ruled and her mother always seemed happy. She had meet her master while still in high school and was drawn to his strength of will. Shortly after high school she moved in with him. She said she had broken a dish shortly after moving in and he put her over his knee and gave her a hard spanking. Not long after that he was binding her for sex, punishing her for not being perfect in household task. She had been spanked by her father for transgressions so this seemed natural to her and a sign of love. A year later she had been collared and trained. Three years ago he started having her give blowjobs and sex to friends of his. A year later it was with complete strangers. Apparently at about that time he started really hurting her during sex and that’s when the nipples were pierced. She found that she could take the pain but he cared less and less about her pleasure. Then he seemed to lose interest in her other than to cause her pain, and blaming her for not being a better slave.

At this point she was crying and I was getting mad at a Dom I had never met. If all you have for your sub is anger and pain I feel sorry for you. If the sub likes pain give it to her with some pleasure. A sub deserves care and understanding without your giving up control. At this point I had her sit in my lap, put her head on my shoulder and told her to get it off her chest. I told her I would not punisher her for anything she said to me this night. I held her and made soothing sounds till she was in more control of herself.

She continued to tell me how he made her feel that she was unworthy of him and at fault for all their troubles. She told me that I was the only the second man she had ever been with by her own choice. Then she looked me in the eyes and said “Master if you lend me to anyone please have them be kind, you may do with me as you wish but I don’t want to be hurt by anyone else.”

My response was “Cindy, I rarely loan out my possessions and then only to someone who takes care of them. I think that you are a very special lady, one who deserves to be well cared for.” She snuggled in closer and told me she felt safe for the first time in a long time.

Trish had silently joined us, she had tears on her cheek and she too hugged Cindy. Trish told me that I had to take care of Cindy if I was a man. I told her that would cost her a punishment, that as a Dom I would take care of both of them, that’s what collaring was all about. That doubting my honor was about as bad an offense as she could commit and one I would not tolerate. I would choose her punishment after Cindy and I had finished our talk.

Cindy seemed stricken with fear for Trish then she said “Master, she was defending me, don’t punish her you may punish me. I don’t want her hurt because of me”. “Cindy there are methods of punishment that don’t use pain. Let me show you and you may help me with Trish.”

I sent them into the bedroom with instruction that Trish was only to wear her collar and cuffs that Cindy was to chain her spread eagle on the bed, face up. I instructed Cindy that we were going to tickle Trish as her punishment that she was not to touch her pussy or touch in anyway that would cause pleasure to Trish. Now you should know that Trish is ticklish like most people in most of the usual places. Tickling for a few minutes can be fun for but tickling some one for 15 to 20 minutes straight can be down right painful for the ticklee. We worked Trish over together, souls of the feet to armpits, took about two minutes to get her laughing at five minutes she was seriously begging us to stop. At ten minutes she was crying and laughing complaining about her ribs at 15 minutes her laughs had become sobs. I signaled a stop and asked Cindy had she ever been punished like this. She said, “No Master, and I rather be spanked. May I release her?” I gave her permission and went back to the living room. I was very down, a spanking can be enjoyed by both the spanker and the spankee if done right but what I had just done is a type of torture. If you don’t believe me have it done to you. Remember back to being a little kid and a bigger kid tickled you for just a few minutes straight. I had no choice, Trish needed to learn a lesson about respecting her Master, but I felt bad anyway.