When Angel and Olivia learned that I had a high pain tolerance, they sought out other ways to traumatize me other than physical pain.
As their slave, they had a right to interrogate me and they'd learned that I became suffered from embarrassment easily. Even though I had been kept forcibly naked for over a week, I could still get embarrassed at my naked body being exposed to people.
And of course, there were certain circumstances that could make my humiliation worse. If my close friends, coworkers, or family were there to witness me being stripped naked, that had a much stronger effect on me psychologically. And if they were to see me naked, bound and spanked or whipped, it was humiliating in the extreme.
My family lived thousands of miles away, so getting family out here to witness my humiliation was highly unlikely, however, Olivia had managed to get ahold of Christopher. Christopher was one of my best friends and like me, he was a ballet dancer with the Chandler Theatre. He's seen me naked before in the showers after rehearsals, but he'd never seen me naked while being bound and whipped before.
"Isn't he beautifully behaved, Christopher?" Olivia asked my friend.
"Oh, yes, yes he is," Christopher replied, staring at my naked body as I hung in suspension bondage. The twins had converted their basement into a makeshift dungeon, and I had allowed Olivia and her sister to render me helpless while Christopher watched. Christopher watched silently and seemed shocked that I had allowed the twins to do such demeaning things to me.
"He's such a beautiful slave," Angel commented, "Are you ready to be whipped, darling?"
"Yes, Angel."
Angel and her sister were identical twins. Even their voices and mannerisms were identical. And they had a confusing habit of dressing themselves in identical outfits. It was difficult to tell which one was Angel, and which one was Olivia and if I called one by the wrong name, I got punished.
I had guessed correctly, so I earned no additional stripes, however, I had already been sentenced to twenty-six lashes. That would be plenty painful, and with Christopher watching, it would be plenty humiliating.
My masochistic nature was such that I got sexually aroused whenever I was spanked, whipped, or similarly punished, and Christopher couldn't help but notice how hard and erect my cock was as I awaited punishment. It was embarrassing for me for Christopher to see me like this, but my mistresses had demanded that I call Christopher and invite him over to witness my punishment.
Angel and Olivia were both holding whips. To me they looked like long, thin strips of leather that some amateur had attached to some sort of handle. The whips looked cheap and homemade, although the twins assured me that they were expensive pieces of leather craftsmanship.
Not that it made much different to my naked flesh. The girls took turns administering pain across the bare skin of my toned and desirable ass. I was completely naked as per usual and was hanging by my wrists which were strapped tightly with leather bands. My toes were perhaps an inch off the floor, close enough to be frustrating but elevated enough that I couldn't touch the floor. With each impact of the whip my body jerked and writhed in mid-air. Then my body would slowly sway back and forth while awaiting the next blow from the giggling teenagers.
I attempted to be stoic and not put on a show while Christopher was watching, but the red-hot sting on the whip on my naked flesh overrode my self-control and before too long there were tears welled up on my eyes and I writhed in pain and was unable to stifle my screams. Christopher watched wide-eyed as crimson stripes sprang into life on my naked skin. My vision was blurry as wet tears overflowed from my eyes, however, Christopher appeared to be transfixed and fascinated by my punishment.
"That's halfway," Olivia informed Christopher, after I'd endured thirteen lashes on my naked flesh. Most of the time the whip struck me across the curves of my buttocks, however a few lashes of the whip slashed across the backs of my thighs, and the pain there was excruciating.
"He has such a beautiful bottom," Olivia commented as she and her sister paused in whipping my backside, "Don't you agree, Christopher?"
My bottom was seething with such scalding pain I could barely focus on the words Olivia was saying. I hung in my bonds, my body glistening with sweat, my eyes welled up with tears and I rubbed the side of my face against a raised arm and wiped some of the tears away. I was so absorbed with pervasive throbbing sensation in my abused backside, I failed to understand the words that came out of Christopher's mouth.
"He's magnificent," I heard Christopher reply as I rubbed one leg against each other and swayed back and forth. I had always believed Christopher to be strictly heterosexual, but the way he was scrutinizing my naked body, he seemed smitten with me.
"It's funny how you can see a person every day and not really see them," Christopher commented as his eyes continued to study my helpless nudity.
"He has a bottom that was made for whipping," Angel replied, "And his legs are exquisite."
"He's a dancer," Christopher replied, "After years of training and rehearsals, he's got dancer's legs. I never really noticed before, but his legs look amazing."
I felt confused and discomfited as Christopher spoke. After months of us being friends, it seemed that he was developing a crush on me. And all it took was for him to see me helplessly bound and getting my naked ass whipped by two sadistic girls.
I screamed lustily when the girls resumed whipping me. And to add to my humiliation, my cock was so hard and swollen that it ached. Yes, I feared the whip, but it also excited me, and being helpless and punished by domineering men and women typically filled me with wave after wave of desire. And now one of my best friends could see evidence of that desire as my cock remained hard while the whip crisscrossed my innocent backside.
I writhed and twisted under the whip. I kicked and yelped and often screamed. And while this wasn't my first time being whipped, Christopher being there to witness my pain and humiliation somehow made it more demeaning.
"You're behaving delightfully," Olivia said. "Such exquisite writhing! I particularly like the way you raise yourself up by your wrists. Does it ease the pain a bit?"
I was incapable of formulating a verbal response. The combination of stinging pain and overwhelming humiliation robbed me temporarily of the power of speech. I was reduced to moaning, panting and the occasional agonized scream.
"The whip marks make your bottom ever more alluring, you know," one of the twins informed me.
My only reply to her was with gasps and groans.
"He has quite a high pain tolerance," the other sister informed Christopher, "He can stand quite a lot of this."
When the twin sister finally stopped abusing my innocent backside, it was seething with incandescent pain, and my arms and wrists exhausted. I desperately wanted to get my feet back on the floor, but the twins insisted that I be left bound and suspended for at least another half hour.
"Since you and Christopher are such good friends, we thought that we'd leave the two of you alone to chat and catch up," one of the twins informed me, "We'll be upstairs in the kitchen or the dining room. Just send Christopher to find us if you need anything."
So, the twins left the basement and I was left naked and hanging by her wrists and with a very sore bottom. Christopher's eyes were glued to my helpless, naked body and I felt overwhelmed with humiliation.
I went limp, hung her head and sighed. My bottom was on fire and I knew there would be angry red marks all over it if only I could see it. I continued to sob as I swayed slowly back and forth.
Christopher approached me and said, "You're in a lot of pain right now, aren't you?"
"Oh God, yes," I replied, "It feels like I sat on a hot stove."
"And yet you've got one of the most impressive erections I've ever seen," Christopher observed.
"It's a sexual thing," I admitted, "I'm a natural-born submissive. I learned that from Darya. She used to strip me naked, put me in restraints and did all sort of painful things to me. I learned that it was sexually arousing to be naked, overwhelmed, objectified and defeated."
"Well, sexually arousing for you, maybe," was Christopher's response, "If I were in your position, I think I'd be too terrified to get an erection."
"For me, terror is part of the sexual excitement," I admitted, as I hung there helplessly, my bare feet just inches above the floor. I wanted to have my feet back on the floor. The strain on my arms and shoulders had gotten to the point of being painful.
"I have to admit," Christopher said as his eye assessed my naked body, "you look more fetching when you're helpless and suffering. I never would have suspected."
"You sound like Darya," I observed, "she's said something very similar to me."
Christopher had seen me naked plenty of times and he never showed the slightest sexual interest in me. After rehearsals, we'd often showered together, and he never gave me a second look. But now that I was bound, helpless, suffering, stretched taut and suspended from the ceiling, he was gazing upon my naked body as if I were the erotic thing to ever walk on two legs.
I squirmed reflexively as Christopher's eyes scrutinized my naked body. The intensity of his look made me feel more naked than I'd ever thought possible. Christopher smiled a rarified smile, like it was his birthday and he'd just been given the most desirable gift of his entre life.
