Ausitania :

Alex Morgan busied himself in the kitchen. After returning from Libovice Arianne had gone to her study to catch up with some paperwork. Monika Novotny was scheduled to arrive at seven and Alex was determined that he would impress. He wasn't sure whether he was more in awe of their visitor on account of her Olympic gold in the 2028 Triathlon, or the fact that she was Minister of Justice in the Ausitanian government. All round she was a powerful woman in every sense of the word.

His regard for Ms.Novotny reached new heights when he watched from the kitchen window as the silver Mercedes EQ GT come to a halt on the driveway. The company had jumped at the chance of having a celebrity like Monika Novotny seen driving their latest model that cost a quarter of a million Euros. The gullwing door lifted majestically and a pair of legs that seemed to go on forever slowly emerged from the car. First a pair of Louboutins their black stiletto heels contrasting with their blood red soles catching the evening sun. As well as being a world class athlete she was a beautiful woman. High cheekbones and expertly applied makeup certainly helped, as did the expensively cut blonde hair, short, a hint of masculinity with the shaven areas above the ears but, overall still lending her a very feminine look that turned heads regardless of gender.

Monika smoothed down the black leather halter necked designer dress that fitted her like a second skin. Its matching leather belt with the triple vertical buckle feature pulled her slim waist in even further, effectively corseting a waist that needed it possibly less than any woman Alex had ever seen. The fine leather clung to every curve. The hem, riding high as she exited the low Mercedes sports now reached mid way down her black nylon clad thighs. She walked to the door, her movement bringing to mind that of a pedigree racehorse, her Louboutins clicking on the paviors. Alex heard the door close as she entered, followed by the familiar tattoo of her heels on the hall floor. The two women stood side by side next to the granite-topped worktop island. Monika ran an elegant hand with its immaculate manicured crimson nails along the surface.

"I see that you managed to get a consignment for your own place, it looks good Arianne."

Alex's mistress smiled. "Yes, I am very pleased with how the job turned out. I borrowed a guy from one of the vineyards to carry out the work. Not a bad man actually, a trustee, only convicted of fraud. He had a great deal of sympathy for our project. I had him back for another three weeks kitting out the cellar. He made a nice job and I got him some remission on his sentence in exchange. I will show you around it after dinner."

Monika walked over to where Alex was preparing a sauce for their starter. He was stirring a saucepan. She extended a finger towards the pan and scooped out a little on her fingertip. Her blood red lips closed around it. She tilted her head in his direction. "Mmm I am looking forward to this evening." She regarded his bare back briefly before running a finger down the ridge of his spine. "For a variety of reasons..."

Arianne turned to her houseboy. "Open the chilled champagne and bring two glasses through to the sitting room. I will be with you in ten minutes Monika. I am just going to slip into something more suitable. I can't wait to get out of this shapeless jogging suit."

When she returned the two glasses of Champagne stood on the coffee table. She spun on the stiletto heel of a black leather knee boot, the laces extending from the insteps around fourteen pairs of bright silver hooks, tied at the top with neat bows. Beneath the boots she wore fitted black leather trousers that followed every curve of her finely muscled thighs. A pristine white blouse completed her outfit, the darker outline of her nipples showing through the diaphanous material.

Monika stood and slipped a hand around her friend's waist. "You look gorgeous Arianne." She pulled her closer and their lips met briefly, followed by a deeper, more lingering kiss. "We can have a bit of fun after dinner. You are going to just love my playroom that I have fitted out in the cellar. I think Alex is looking forward to it as much as I am. We are both thrilled that you could join us tonight."

"He's a great catch Arianne. I'm most excited about his connections. After we have put him through his paces I will give some consideration as to exactly how we might use him to our maximum advantage. His connection to the UK media could be invaluable to us in terms of propaganda."

She picked up both glasses and put one into Arianne's hand. "Let's go and have dinner. Alex certainly looks as if he knows his way around a kitchen. That sauce was delicious."

Monika pushed away the empty dessert dish. "That raspberry pannacotta was to die for. I thought that the Langoustine Vin Jaune and the Filet Mignon would be impossible to better but I think that was possibly the best dessert I have ever tasted, and I have eaten in some pretty famous restaurants."

Alex blushed slightly at the compliment. He bowed towards Monika. "Thank you Ma'am."

He cleared away the dessert dishes and the two women went to sit side by side on the sofa. Arianne poured the rest of the wine into the two glasses. "We may as well finish the wine. Alex will be a little while clearing up and loading the dishwasher."

"You've unearthed a diamond there Arianne. Possibly uncut and unpolished, but a diamond nevertheless. A brilliant cook, access to the British media and a willing submissive too. That's what they call a hat trick in the sporting world. I think that you should be just a little bit proud of yourself."

Arianne considered the compliment. "Well I cannot deny that there was an element of luck involved. If he had not gone into U Kalicha and got sozzled we would never have met. So in a way this was down to your department's zero tolerance policy."

They turned towards each other, their lips meeting for the second time that night. Monika's tongue was deep inside Arianne's mouth in seconds, her fingers pinching at the erect nipple that now pushed strongly against the thin material of her blouse. After a long kiss Arianne pulled away. "Let's take him downstairs. See how much of a submissive he actually is. After a good, hard session I think the sex might be quite spectacular."

Monika walked through to the kitchen. Alex had completed the clearing up and the dishwasher hummed softly in the background. She regarded Alex for a long moment. He was naked apart from the leather collar and the standard government specification male chastity lock holding his penis in a cold, metallic embrace. She had to admit that, as far as men went, he wasn't at all a bad example. Not that she fancied him. No, her interest in the male of the species only extended to punishment, pain and suffering. As she looked at him though she felt that familiar thrill beginning to well up inside her, the one that came with the certainty that this man would within a very short space of time would be at her feet begging for mercy. Mercy that Monika Novotny knew was out of the question, that would only dilute her pleasure. She desired only to see men broken, humiliated and in agony created by herself.

"Wait here, I will be back in a few minutes." Her voice had acquired a hard edge as she felt herself on the cusp of the change from nice, reasonable lady to bitch.

She blipped the silver Mercedes open, lifting the dark blue sports bag from the passenger seat. Back inside she took the boots from the bag, feeling the cool black leather beneath her fingers. She slid a nylon clad foot into one and folded the leather around her shapely calf.

"Alex!" Her voice carried through to the kitchen and he immediately appeared in the doorway. "Get down here and lace my boots boy!"

He didn't need any second bidding. Kneeling at her feet he laced the boots quickly and efficiently, tying them off with neat bows at the knees. Monika stood, towering over him. "I think that you had better come with me boy."

Alex obediently followed Monika down the flight of stone steps to the cellar, her boots echoing from the bare walls adding a dramatic touch to the scene. At the foot of the steps a heavy oak door barred the way. The house was over four centuries old, built of solid stone, walls half a metre thick. The cellar, which extended to virtually the entire footprint of the house had been expertly converted into an almost perfect replica of a medieval dungeon.

The door swung open with an authentic medieval creak. With growing trepidation Alex followed Monika inside. He felt his heart jump as he took in the nature of the place. The entire far end had been converted into a holding cell where a prisoner could be confined for whatever period was deemed necessary. A wooden board attached to the wall by a chain hinged out from the wall to form a rudimentary bed in exactly the same way as at Prochody, which had been the model for Arianne's dungeon.

Racks attached to the walls held a vast array of equipment. Whips, canes, floggers as well as a wide variety of bondage paraphernalia. Arianne had spared no expense in kitting out the place that would serve her desired purpose, that of interrogating male prisoners. Her original intention was to select the men she required from the vineyards or Maritka. Only later did she come to realise that many would voluntarily submit themselves for punishment, even torture.

Alex looked at the steel hook, suspended on chains from the centre of the dungeon ceiling. As he was looking Arianne approached him and said quietly "On your stomach on the floor." pointing to a spot beneath the hook. She crossed to the wall rack, selecting a coil of white rope. Squatting astride his back she quickly and efficiently bound his wrists. Monika meanwhile settled herself into a green leather armchair, strategically positioned so that its occupant could observe proceedings in comfort. She watched as Arianne worked calmly and methodically. Alex was to be trussed like a christmas turkey. Once his wrists were tightly cinched she turned her attention to his upper arms. Soon they too were bound, Arianne applying all of her strength so that his elbows were drawn in until they touched. Alex let out a groan as the ropes tightened.

Now she turned her attention to his ankles. More rope encircled them, followed by his thighs. Arianne crossed back to the wall rack and selected a black leather hood, drawing it over Alex's head and lacing it tight. The leather pad that she fitted next served to cover the mouth aperture. A pair of buckles to either side enabled the pad to be drawn down tightly over the mouth so that whatever torture might be applied to the wearer nothing more than a strangled groan might escape. Arianne had attended, supervised and even conducted extended interrogations where the screaming of the subject became a tedious distraction after a while. This particular gag served to all but silence even the most enthusiastic of protests.

Once he had been effectively gagged Alex lapsed into silence for a while. Arianne used more rope and connected his ankle ropes to those around his elbows. Drawing the rope tight created a most effective hogtie. The strangled groan came now, not loud but quite distinct. Monika watched, feeling the familiar excitement now growing inside her as she took in the torture. Her fingers wandered almost involuntarily to between her legs, feeling the dampness at the crotch of her black silk panties now as her body reacted to the sight of her leather clad friend torturing Alex.

Arianne had drawn the hook down from the ceiling, the chains rattling as she did so. She clipped the hook around the rope connecting his ankles to his elbows and began to haul on the chain. Very slowly his body began to rise, eventually coming clear of the floor entirely. When Arianne stopped Alex was about a metre clear of the dungeon floor. She clipped the chains to a hook on the wall. His body swung slowly this way and that, his groans now constant as his own body weight made its own contribution to the growing agony in his muscles.

Arianne went over to where Monika sat watching. The blonde stood and, for the second time that night their lips met. Ariannes's hand found Monika's crotch.

"Mmm Am I to assume that you found my little display of rope bondage stimulating?"

Monika squirmed in ecstasy as her friend's fingers burrowed beneath the gusset of her knickers seeking out the very epicentre of her pleasure.

" I think that perhaps I might untie him and put him up on the cross. Then you might like to try out some of these." She cast her hand towards the rack where a dozen or more whips were lined up, ready for action.

After he was untied Arianne guided him over to the St.Andrews cross. The heavy timber X shaped construction was bolted to the end wall. The two women tightened the leather straps at his ankles, thighs and wrists before buckling the wide belt about his waist. "I'm leaving him hooded and gagged, otherwise I am sure that there will be quite a bit of noise once we get things going."

Arianne stood beside the rack and explained to Monika the background to her collection of whips. Where they had come from, whether they were new or old and the effect that their use had on the subject. She had almost reached the end.

"This one is a late nineteenth century Hungarian cavalry officer's whip." She stretched out the metre and a bit of dark brown leather. "You can see that it is quite a heavy whip, the tail is wide and thick, it delivers a real punch." She replaced it in the rack.

"And this, last but certainly not least is the star of the show...the sjambok." She picked up the whip. It was well over a metre in length and made of rhino hide.

"This one also is a genuine antique. It dates from the early years of the last century. The hide would have been rolled to form this distinctive cylindrical shape that we see here. It is this that gives the whip its distinctive heft. It is a very formidable whip indeed. I have to admit that it is my favourite."

Monika weighed the sjambok in her hand. "Yes, I see what you mean, it is a most formidable weapon. I would imagine it might inflict real damage."

Adrianne smiled. "Exactly so. But now he is strapped to the cross it would be remiss of us not to experiment a little. As you already have the sjambok in your hand perhaps you might like to try it out?"

Monika took the sjambok and moved over to where Alex's unmarked body was strapped to the cross. She had drawn on a pair of black leather gloves and now she lifted the whip and began to trace the shape of his back muscles with it, a strange excitement growing inside her at the thought of what she was about to do. The knowledge that it was a morally questionable act to whip another human being only added to the thrill. Monika positioned herself at right angles to his body, placing her booted feet well apart to give her the stability that she needed. Giving the shaft of the whip a final check between her leather gloved hands she raised it high above her head before bringing it down in a wide arc, the thick rhino leather cutting the air with a rising whistle as the sjambok gathered speed.

Alex barely had time for the sound of the first stroke to register before the full impact of the sjambok fell just above the crease between his thighs and buttocks. The effect was dramatic. As the first angry red weal began to appear his whole body shook uncontrollably. The heavy leather straps were plenty strong enough to prevent any significant movement and the leather mouth covering stifled what otherwise would have been a full throated scream. Monika applied more strokes in quick succession, bringing the sjambok down time and again as the thrill of using the heavy whip coursed through her body. Eventually, having applied perhaps a dozen strokes she laid the whip down and stood taking in the spectacle of the whimpering man. The wild red stripes ran all across his buttocks and upper thighs. Droplets of crimson oozed from the places where strokes had overlapped and the skin had split allowing the blood to flow.

Arianne smiled at her friend. "That was really good, you have a good way with a whip." She unstrapped Alex from the cross and he sagged to the floor where he lay for a while.until the pain subsided sufficiently to allow him to think clearly.

"Why don't you go back upstairs. I will just attend to Alex, make sure he is ok. Then I will come back up and join you. Monika bent down ran a hand through Alex's hair as she left.