DEIDRE PART TWO
I didn't change as I got older. In high school I had a lot of opportunities to
show off. I always wore square cut or vee neck blouses so I could innocently
show most of my now 36 D boobs by simply bending over. I loved dropping my
pencil in classes with men teachers to peek at their staring eyes as they looked
down my blouse or up my skirt when I innocently crossed my legs. Being a
cheerleader was another opportunity. I did a lot of cartwheels to show my
panties. I avoided the tights the other girls wore until a woman teacher
complained. That took a lot of fun out of it.
I was also the girl who got drunk at parties and did strip teases. At first I
got a lot of dates but eventually the word went out that I was a prickteaser and
dates got fewer. I thougt they were ungrateful. They got to see me nearly naked
and that should have been enough but they wanted to touch me.
In college to become a teacher I found opportunities in Spring Break wet t-shirt
contests and the occasional drunken party but I always kept my panties on,
Of course I still teased the teachers(now professors) then one day one of my
professors stopped me on the way out of class to say, "Would you come to my
office after your last class? I would like to talk to you."
I told him I could be there at four dreading the date. I had already been
lectured by a prudish or gay professor about my unladylike behavior and wasn't
looking forward to more.
I arrived on time and he let me in and closed the door behind me. He sat down
behind his desk and said, "I am sure you have noticed me looking at you when you
carelessly crossed your legs and bent over to pick things up from the floor to
give me a look at your ample breasts and skimpy panties."
I was sure he was going to launch a lecture so I said, "Oh I'm sorry. I do get
careless I hope I didn't offend you. I'll be more careful."
"Oh I am not offended. You are quite lovely and I enjoy those flashes but since
you don't seem bashful I have a proposition for you."
"Really? What is that."
I am an amateur photographer but on my salary I can't afford models. I couldn't
pay you but I could reward you with good grades."
That appealed to me I barely had a "C" average and some good grades woud help. I
said, "Do you mean like glamour shots, I don't have many fancy clothes."
"No. You seem to have a nice body. I am thinking of nudes."
"Oh wouldn't panties and bra be enough. They don't hide much. I would feel
guilty about being nude. My Mom spanked me for running around nude when I was
little."
He grinned and said,"I bet your bottom was lovely even then but these pictures
are for my own personal collection and they must be nude. Sorry this didn't work
out."
I saw my good grades slipping away but I meant what I said about the guilt. I
hadn't been nude since my experience with my uncle and had decided that had only
been okay since I was punished for it. I stammered, "MMaybe we could work it
out. I wouldn't feel guilty if I was punished afterwards."
"Really. Like maybe ten swats with my fraternity paddle or a cane?"
"No they would bruise me and I have to sit all day. I was thinking anout your
belt."
"This little thing? You would just get a light sting. Hardly enough to rid you
of guilt."
"I know but you could hit me a lot more times than ten and in more sensitive
places than my buns."
"Yes that may work. Which more sensitive places?"
I gulped and said,"Like my inner thighs."
"And?"
"My tummy."
"And?"
"Oh you are mean. My breasts?"
"Yes. And?"
"You don't mean my crotch?"
"Exactly. We are going for sensitive places which is the only way you can
assuage your guilt."
"Oh God. Then my crotch too."
"Good. Let me take you to dinner and I will tell you about my album."
He took me to dinner at a very nice restaurant and as we sipped an after dinner
drink he said, "My photography involves B&D so the spanking will fit right in."
I said puzzled, "What is B&D."
"It is Bondage and Domination. For some of the poses you will be tied."
"Oh, that is scary. Does it hurt?"
"Only psychologically. As you say it can be scary."
"Oh I guess that would be all right. I like scary things like horror movies and
riding roller coasters."
"Yes you can think of yourself as the star in a horror film."
That appealed to me. I hadn't been a star since my cheerleading days.
I nodded and he said,"Since it is friday and neither of us has an early class we
can start tonight."
"Oh so soon? I guess we should before I lose my nerve."
We drove to his house which was all by itself out in the country. He said the
thirty minute commute was worth it since it cost so much less than close to
campus.
I had the uneasy thought that I could scream my guts out and no-one could hear
me.
As soon as we were in he went to a desk and took out a paper he told me to sign.
It seemed straight forward saying I agreed to pose for a fee and that as he said
the photos were for his personal use. It didn't dawn on me that his personal use
could include sharing them or that this was page three and I hadn't seen one or
two.
Then he said he knew other professors that may make a deal on grades. I told him
that just him seeing me naked was about all I could stand.
I suddenly realised that I would soon be naked and tied up. I said nervously,
"What is my penalty for getting naked?"
"Let's make the penalty fit the crime. Five swats for each article you remove."
That didn't sound too bad. I was just wearing a blouse,skirt,bra and panties.
Twenty swats with a belt skinnier than my uncles strap.
I removed my blouse quickly too nervous to tease to hear "One," He took it from
me to put it in a closet. then I took off the skirt to "Two" my bra brought
"Three" and my skirt "Four".
I stood there nervously blushing and fighting the urge to cover myself with my
arms and hands.
He said."Take off a shoe." I thought, Damn I should have taken them off first.
Now I had to kneel all naked. I tok one off for "Five. then the other for "Six"
then a sock for "Seven" and the other sock for "Eight."
I cringed. My penalty had doubled. I hated just standing there naked with him
staring while he was fully dressed and said, "Should we go to your studio for
the pictures?
"Not yet. Take off your wrist watch."
When I took it off he said, "Nine." I whined, "That isn't fair. A watch is not
clothing."
"I didn't say clothing.Just articles. Take off the charm bracelet."
I did and cringed at the "Ten" I didn't think I had been hit fifty times before.
He said,"The necklace." that made "Eleven."
"Left earring. Twelve."
"Right earring. Thirteen."
"Ankle bracelet. Fourteen."
"Comb in your hair." I had forgotten I had worn my hair up. there were two combs
to bring the total to sixteen. Eighty lashes were enough to cover every inch of
my butt, my thighs, my tummy, my breasts and I shuddered as I thought my crotch.
He said, There will be three sessions. One to raise your grade from a D to a C
another to raise from C to B and the last from a B to A.
I panicked. "Wait. You didn't say anything about three sessions. I just thought
it would be one."
"I guess you should have asked."
"That is too much. Give me my clothes I am leaving."
"Not yet. I think you should read the contract you signed."
He gave me three pages he said were copies of the one I signed in case I shoud
try to destroy it.
There was a lot of legalese I didn't understand but the salient points were that
I had always wanted to be a love slave and Mr. Richards had agreed to train me.
It said I knew there would be considerable pain and humiliation during the
training but I welcomed that to realize my dream. The killer was on the second
page. It said Mr. Richards had loaned me five thousand dollars to pay off a
gambling debt that would be paid off by my successful completion of training. If
I decided to quit the loan was due and payable within thirty days.
I began to cry blubbering, "You didn't give me five thousand dollars."
Maybe not but the loan sharks don't keep records and I have a cancelled check
for that amount to provide you the cash."
"I can't pay you five thousand dollars."
"Yes you can. You can get a student loan."
"But I need that to finish my education."
"Then I guess you will have to complete your training."
"Oh God. I am so trapped."
Yes you are. Now I will put this collar and leash on you since that is what love
slaves wear."
while I cried he put a leather collar around my neck and locked it with a little
padlock then attached a leash to it.
He told me to get on my hands and knees since beginning slaves don't have the
privilege of walking upright.
When I was on my hands and knees he began leading me by the leash. I had never
felt so humiliated.With that simple command he made me feel like I was just a
big pet dog.
He led me around then suddenly I felt a sharp pain when the end of the leash
went into my asscrack. He said, "Crawl with your legs open. I want to see your
sluttish cunt move."
That made me feel even more humiliated. I continued to cry hating myself for
getting in this situation just to avoid some hard studying. I began to believe I
deserved all the pain and humiliation he may give me.
He led me to a door then downstairs to a full basement. It was the most
frightening thing I had ever seen since pictures of dungeons in a history
course. I recognized a rack, a pillory, and an X shaped thing I remembered
seeing some poor man tied to while an executioner broke his bones with iron
rods. There was a doghouse in the corner and there were ropes and chains
everywhere.
leading to winches on the wall. Worst of all was what I recognised as a forge
with iron bars in it.
I cried,"Oh God. Are you going to burn me?" I cred for hours when some bacon
grease spattered on my hand. The idea of red hot irons touching me made me sick.
He grinned and said, "No that is just for effect. In some pictures there will be
a man holding a red hot iron next to you but you won't be touched. I will let
you in on a little secret. My salary as a professor is chump change. I make my
money by selling pictures on the internet and to a select clientele. The good
news for you is that with your great body I will make a mint off you so I won't
scar you. I have become a great makeup artist. I can make you look like you are
bleeding from cuts or a whip, give you blisters from red hot irons, and thanks
to some magic equipment make it look as if you have big skewers through your
tits or pussy."
"Unfortunately for you I have never been able to fake red marks or welts so you
can expect a lot of that."
I cringed and said,"God. Who would want pictures like that?"
"Thousands of people honey. Now lets get to work."
He flipped a switch and suddenly the room was brightly lit. I liked that better
than the gloomy lights that had been on to make the place so forbidding.
I have a request for self torture. The girl, you, will beg her master to let her
put clothespins on her breasts and nipples. You will make a full circle outside
the nipples with one on each nipple."
He got a box of clothespins and said, "Here try one."
I opened it noting the strong spring and let the jaws down on as little skin as
possible. When I let go of it there was a sharp pain and I yelled "Ow!" and took
it off. He grinned and said I forgot to tell you how to do it. You get as much
skin as possible into the jaws and it won't hurt bad except for the nipples. Try
it again."
"No. It hurts too much!"
"No. You will never say no to me again."
He grabbed my leash and stuck it through a ring in the floor to drag my face
down to the floor. Then he got a cane and began beating my poor ass. I cried,
"Stop! I'll do it."
"Too late any No gets a minimum twenty spanks."
It hurt awful and I squirmed around but the cane was relentless. When he stopped
my poor butt was burning and throbbing I was sure it must be bleeding.
"Okay Remember No,s get extra punishment and I can hit harder than that. I can
also put pepper sauce on the welts so you will be sure you are on fire."
He let me calm down then gave me the script if you coud call it that. I was to
crawl to him and lick his boots then look up at him and say, "May I put
clothespins on my slutty tits for you Master."
God licking his boots was humiliation I had never imagined. Simple as my lines
were I had to do them three times before he decided I sounded sincere enough.
Then I knelt and picked up the first clothespin clenching my teeth at the
expected pain. To my amazement he was right.By gathering all the skin possible
in the jaws it didn't hurt bad at all. He had to stop the camera to tell me to
gasp as each one closed so people would not know it wsn't so bad. I used ten on
each breast to make the circle then put one on my nipple. He was right again.
Even with the jaw full it hurt so bad I made a genuine gasp. He said,"It hurts
doesn't it darlin."
I groaned"Yes!"
"Okay put on the other one."
It took all my nerve to put it on but I knew better than say "No".
I gasped again while he smiled. Later he said I had the perfect look of agony."
then according to script I rubbed my tits moving the pins careful not to touch
the ones on my nipples.
He turned off the camera and said, "Now you may take off the pins. You will find
it hurts more taking them off than putting them on when the blood returns so
your gasps should be genuine. When they are off you will crawl to me and say,
"Thank you Master. May I suck your lovely cock to thank you?"
I said,"I have never done that. I may throw up."
"Are you saying No?"
"I'll do it but it may make me sick."
"If it does you will do it over and over until you are used to it."
I remembered in high school when a girl said her boyfriend wanted her to do
that. We both gagged at the thought and vowed we never would but now I was going
to beg for the privilege.
I began taking off the pins gasping at the sharp pain but tears gushed when I
decided to pull both pins from my nipples at once.
I crawled to him and after two tries made my speech sound convincing then
unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing undershorts and his dick popped out. I
remembered my hand jobs and rubbed it as I sucked but I found older men were not
like highschool boys who came in seconds. It seemed like forever until he
suddenly grabbed my hair to jerk my head back to shoot his sperm all over my
face.It was awful. I couldn't imagine anyone wanting to humiliate a girl lke
that. Then to add insult to injury he scraped it off my face with his finger to
feed it to me. Fortunately it didn't taste bad but the texture was like snot.
He ran the tape to see if I would have to do it over. I didn't want to watch it
but I did out of morbid curiosity. I felt a little sick knowing thousands of
people would see me humiliating my self like that. I wondered if anyone would
realize I was being forced to do it. Thankfully he thought it would be fine with
a little editing.
Then he said, "Now we will do the doghouse bit. I can hardly believe my client
will pay five hundred for a copy of this. It has been done to death.
I expected more humiliation and said, " Am I going to have to get in the dog
house and act like a dog?"
"You should be so lucky. No you are going to straddle the roof and see how long
you can grip it with your thighs to keep your pussy off the sharp ridge."
"Oh but those are asphalt shingles with rough sand on them. It will hurt my
inner thighs to clench them on it."
"It will hurt them a lot less than your pussy so you better grip as hard as you
can."
"How long do I have to be there?"
"I guess that depends on you. Now lets get these ankle cuffs on you."
I was glad to have them thinking they may help me hold myself up.
When they were on he took some soft rope and pulled my arms behind me and bound
them from wrists to elbows making me push out my chest.
Then he led me over to the dog house and turned on the camera to show him
putting a strap around me just below my boobs. He hooked the strap to a rope and
went to the wall to start a winch which tightened the strap then began lifting
me but the strap slid up forcing my boobs up to my chin. when I was above the
house he pushed me back then lowered the winch. I gripped the roof with my legs
but my weight pulled me down scratching my legs until I could get a grip with my
thighs and hold my pussy above the ridge a few inches.
I have strong thighs so I could hold myself up fairly easily with just the
discomfort of the sand digging in to my tender inner thighs. He set a timer and
when it buzzed in a minute he brought over two five pound weights and hooked
them on my ankle cuffs. My weight plus the ten pounds made me grip tighter and I
knew my muscles would weaken soon. The buzzer went off again and he added ten
more pounds. Now I was beginning to sweat from the effort to stay up. the buzzer
went off again and when he added the weight I slipped a bit gripping desperately
to keep my pussy off that sharp edge. My legs began to shake from the strain and
when the buzzer went off that ten pounds made me slip until my lips were
touching the granules. I really tried but my thigh muscles couldn't take anymore
and I slipped down until the sharp edge separated my pussy lips. At the next
buzzer I just sobbed and when the weight was on I gave up and let the ridge dig
into my tender inner lips. Then something happened I had not expected. My
overwrought thigh muscles began tremoring and that made my pussy rub on the
granules. It was rubbing me raw and I began to bawl in pain.
He said,"Ready to get off?"
I practically howled,"Yes!"
"Okay. You did good. It took fifty pounds so you get fifty spanks."
He picked up a wide strap and began spanking my ass and my tummy one then the
other. I tried to stay still but the impacts made me move to rip my pussy."
I passed out from the terrible pain before it was over.
I woke up on the rack with my legs pulled wide open. My pussy was burning and
throbbing and I whined, "Is my pussy ruined."
"Naw it is just raw. It looks like you may have worn away a little of the hood
of your clit but that will just make it more sensitive. It is bleeding a bit but
I have styptic powder to stop that."
I had never experienced styptic powder although I knew my Dad used it to heal
razor nicks.
He took off the lid and just dumped it in my pussy. I screamed and bucked.It
could not have hurt more if he had poured flaming gasoline on it. it burned for
what seemed like forever but he said it was only a minute or two.
He said, "I thought I may have to put you back up there for the last twenty
spanks but I watched the tape and the faint is great. They will know it is real
because you fell forward to mash your tits on the roof and didn't make a sound.
I think this is the ultimate in doghouse vids. It should sell like crazy.
He was happy enough to take me upstairs for a cool bath and a couple of stiff
drinks that helped a lot. I was awkward since I had to walk with my legs open.
He gently washed my red tummy and said, "That was wild.Huh."
I said,"I didn't know such pain existed. I thought I would die."
"Yeah. You are different than the other girls. Usually endomorphins kick in and
they begin to like the pain. Actually that ruins the shoot. My customers don't
want the girl to like it."
"Actually I think that happened to me once when I was only six or seven."
"Really? Tell me about it."
"It is too embarrassing."
"What can be more embarrassing than crawling to me and sucking my cock for the
first time. Tell me."
I blushed but told him about my Uncle.
When I finished he said, "Wow. I would love to find a six year old girl that
would do that. It would be worth a fortune. I think I know why it got good for
you. It was a real long session. I know this seemed to last forever but actually
it was only a few minutes of pain. I have a customer who likes to see girls get
off on pain. If he contacts me I will see that you get off."
"Oh I don't want to. I never went back to my Uncle and have felt guilty ever
since."
"You may never have to. I only have a few customers who want the girl to get off
and I haven't heard from them for months.
"How are you feeling?"
"Much better thanks. The cool bath and drinks helped."
"Good. How about one more assignment then you can have a week off."
"I am pretty sore. What is it?"
"Get out of the tub and I'll dry you off and show you."
I got out and it was nice to be gently dried like my Mom did when I was little.
We went down to the basement I knew he was happy with me because he let me walk
upright rather than crawling.
When we got there he got a whip he called a flogger. He gave it to me and I felt
it noticing the soft leather was not nearly as stiff as my uncles strap.
He said,"Soft isn't it. It will turn you red and make small welts but nothing
like a real whip. Some of the commercial vudeo people use a soft plastic thing
that barely makes a girl red even if they whip for an hour. I think that is a
rip off. My customers would never go for it but this will just sting you a
little and the pain will go away a few minutes after I quit. You may like it. I
hope not."
"If I do this I get a week off?"
"Yeah but don't expect it everytime."
"Okay. Am I tied for it or what."
"No my customer wants you to take it untied. You will just put your hands on
your head and leave them there."
"Is it on my butt?"
"No on your front. From the top of your tits to mid-thigh."
"Oh I don't know if I can hold my hands up there."
"You will. In the video I tell you if you take down your hands I will tie you
and use the cane. You don't want to be hit on your tits with the cane do you?"
"No I will keep them up there if it kills me."
"Good girl. You don't have much dialogue. Just agree with me with either Uhhuh
or yes."
"Okay."
He set up his cameras to get shots from different angles. He said that was
another trick. He could edit the tapes to make it seem to last a lot longer.
He said,"I will take off my shirt to just wear leather pants. It is kind of
traditional. There are some dresses I got from Goodwill in the closet. Find one
that fits you and put it on so I can rip it off you."
He put on the leather pants and I noticed his dick was hard so this scene must
excite him. I noticed small cuts in the dress to make it rip off easily.
I had been naked so long it seemed kind of strange to be dressed.
He placed me in position and turned on the cameras. Then he came to me and
said,"You have been a very naughty girl haven't you?'
I said, "Uhhuh" and for some reason blushed.
"You know you deserve punishment don't you."
"Yes Sir.
"You know this is going to hurt very much but you want it don't you?"
I embellished my dialogue by saying, "Yes. I deserve it." Strangely I actually
thought I did.
"I am going to rip off your dress because you will stay naked in case I want to
whip you more."
He came to me and ripped it off by grabbing the front and back of the neck and
ripped both ways to instantly bare me which made me gasp.
You will put your hands on your head and keep them there while I whip you from
tits to thighs. You will keep your hands up there to show that you are willing
to suffer for me. If you take them down I will know you are unwilling and will
hang you up and use the cane. Do you understand."
I said."Yes" trembling from fear,excitement or something.
"I will start at your navel and work up and down from there so you can brace
yourself for your more tender breasts and pussy. Now open your legs so I can get
to those tender inner thighs."
I opened them when it suddenly occurred to me he had not told me how many
lashes I would have to accept and for some reason I wanted to know. He was
surprised when I said, "Yes Master. How many lashes will I get?"
He hesitated since that was not in the script then said,"I don't know. Whatever
it takes to make your entire front red and welted. Now put your hands on your
head."
I did grabbing my hair to help me keep them there and braced myself.
He got behind me so the cameras would not be blocked by his body.
The flogger came across my stomach and he had lied. It stung a lot more than a
little but I was able to take it with just a gasp.
He went up and down little by little to get every inch of me stinging. I felt
the stings crawling up and down then I gasped louder as the lash hit the bottom
of my breasts followed swiftly by a sting on my pubic mound.
The lash came around to sting my nipples a lot to make me squeal then across my
pussy lips to cause another squeal.
I looked down just in time to see the lash compress my breasts and make them
jump. Somehow I felt like a witness watching a girl get hit while knowing how it
felt. The next lash hit the lower part of my pussy and I felt the lips being
jerked open
there was another on my nipples and all the stings seemed to join each other.
then another that pnched my pussy lip against my thigh. Suddenly I began feeling
the excitement I had at my Uncle's only more so.I began to watch the whip hit me
and wished I was standing in front of a mirror.
One on my lower breasts was followed by one that came up between my legs I felt
a thong go inside my slit to sting my sensitive clit making me squeal but not so
much in pain as in excitement as I felt a feeling almost like an electric shock
go deep into my womb.
He began to concentrate on my inner thighs making me dance a little but I
remembered to keep my legs open and when another came up from the floor to shock
my pussy I opened them more.
Excitement continued to increase and then there were orgasms. Each stronger than
the other. Then he stepped in front of me and said,"Your tits are so big I can't
redden your cleavage. Grab them by the nipples and hold them apart."
I grabbed my nipples and pinched them hard to pull my tits open enjoying the
additional pain I caused. I continued to gasp and shudder as orgasms ripped
through me. He stopped and looked at me pinching and jerking on my nipples. Then
said, "You are red enough but you deserve more don't you."
I moaned,"Yes Master. More."
"Good. Pinch your pussy lips and hold them open for me."
I grabbed them and opened my legs more to pull them as tight as they would go to
my thighs. he began swinging the whip into my gaping pussy whele I watched.
Tthen a monster orgasm hit that made me weak. I fell to my knees and
moaned,"Thank you Master."
He said, You know how to thank me."
I knew all right. I reached up to unzip his pants to pull out his cock. I jammed
it in my mouth greedily but I wanted more and pushed deeper making me gag until
it finally slipped into my throat and my nose was in his pubic hair as I sucked
and swallowed not minding my need for air. I heard him moan then his cock was
jumping in my mouth. I backed off wanting to taste his cum then looked up at him
to smile as I licked my lips. He looked like he had been shot by a gun. then he
too was on his knees to hug and kiss me.
When we calmed down he said,"I knew you were having orgasms but pain and orgasms
look a lot alike so the film should be fine. I will have to edit out the kissing
and hugging. Masters don't do that. They just allow their slaves to kiss them on
occasion.
We watched the tape and I was amazed I had been able to stand still as red line
and welts appeared on my body. I hadn't noticed how it had jerked my tits and
was surprised that my nipples had hardened when hit. I said, "I was very brave.
Wasn't I?"
Yes darlin. Very brave. I plan to show you off to my friends on Friday. Now get
dressed so I can take you home."
"Oh can't I stay here. I want to be with you."
"No I am way past deadline on these videos. I will be up all night editing."
I moaned but got my clothes. I found my breasts had swollen so the bra wa too
tight and left it off. That brought new sensations as my super sensitive nipples
rubbed on my blouse. Mr Richards laughed when he saw me waggling my shoulders to
make them rub and said,"My you are a sensual thing aren't you."
I smiled and said,"I am now thanks to you."
I fully intended to masturbate when I got home but I was so exhausted by the
experience I just fell into bed and slept till noon.
end part 2
