April gave me a few minutes to catch my breath and for my tears to subside. When I had finally stopped sobbing, she held up a handcuff key where I could see it and said, "For your second punishment, I need you to turn around and face me. If I unchain you from the wall, will you turn around and allow me to chain your wrists to the wall again?"
What an impossible choice! My mind rebelled against the situation April had put me in. I was certain that a slave-girl was supposed to be made helpless and forced to accept her punishments. She wasn't supposed to be asked to cooperate with her tormenters!
"If you think what comes next is going to be too much for you, just say so," April advised me, "I can always just unchain you and go home. You never have to see me again."
The idea that April might leave my house and never return was like a splash of cold water in my face. It startled me and gave me the courage to cooperate with April so that she could deal out my next punishment.
"I will turn around and allow you to chain my wrists to the wall again, Mistress," I finally told April, and I was rewarded with a facial expression I couldn't quite read. Was it surprise? Was it admiration? Was it respect? Was it a combination of all three?
April then unchained my wrists and, as I promised, I turned around and faced April so that she could chain my wrists to the wall again.
"That's a good girl," April assured me after my wrists were once again helplessly locked in stainless steel bondage.
"You're very brave, you know that?" April asked, "You had an opportunity to take the easy way out, but you chose the more difficult choice of being my slave-girl and submitting to another very painful punishment."
"Thank you, Mistress," I replied. She claimed that I was brave, but if she could hear how fast my heart was beating, she just might have changed her mind. I was wildly nervous about what was to come next, but I also wanted to endure what came next. I feared it, but I also embraced it as a very important part of who I had become and who I was in the process of becoming.
April then wiped some of the tears from my soaking wet face and surprised me by leaning in and kissing me passionately on the mouth. I had never been kissed by a girl before, however, I felt strangely proud that my first time kissing a girl was while I was naked, chained helplessly to a cinderblock wall and being kissed by a dominant girl who had just mercilessly punished my poor, naked bottom with a leather belt.
April's tongue invaded my mouth and I eagerly let it in. I allowed April's tongue to explore my mouth, to slide over and under my own tongue and to excite nerve endings in my mouth I didn't previously know existed. I moaned into April's mouth and she controlled me with her lips and tongue.
April stimulated surprisingly erotic, tingling sensations with her kiss that began in my mouth but spread all across my naked body, finally spreading to that sacred place between my thighs, making me feel even wetter and making my clit throb even more.
April's kisses had been passionate and forceful at first, but they gradually became tenderer, more affectionate and more lingering. Then her lips separated from mine and, while I was chained helplessly to the basement wall, she kissed my naked breasts, quickly locating my nipples and kissing them both and then sucking them hard one after the other, causing me to moan in delirious lust and causing both my nipples and clit to throb simultaneously.
"It's a mistress's privilege to be tender at times," April explained, "A mistress doesn't have to explain why and she doesn't have to tell you when it will happen again. It just happens when I want it to happen."
I moaned at this. I was deep in a sexual fever and desperately wanted April's mouth once again on my lips, my nipples and even between my thighs. I spread my legs indecently wide in an invitation, however, April refused to touch my wet, throbbing sex.
April resumed licking and sucking on my nipples, getting them shamelessly wet and extraordinarily hard, reddened and erect. They were so hard and swollen that they ached. I whimpered and panted, but my mistress controlled my nipples and did what she liked with them. I was chained to wall and could do nothing to stop her.
The more she lavished attention on my nipples, the more my loins tingled and suffused with feverish sexual heat. I gasped and panted, but April refused to take me all the way. My pubic lips became wet and swollen and my clit became painfully hard and peeked out from its hood.
"Now, I think it's time for your second punishment," April said as she took her lips away from one of my wet, sensitive nipples and reached into her bag of tricks.
She pulled out a small leather whip and showed it to me. It had nine, leather lashes attached to the short leather handle. I was no expert on whips, but the small size of the thing made me suspect that it couldn't cause much pain. I actually thought that it looked rather cute.
"This whip is special," April explained to me, "This is only used when a mistress whips her slave-girl's breasts or pubic lips. I'll probably spare your pubic lips today, but I am definitely going to whip those lovely, firm, round breasts of yours. They're so beautiful and so bold, they just seem to be crying out to me for my attention!"
I stood there, naked and chained helplessly to the wall. I was able to watch as April swung her little whip and punished my defenseless left breast with a cruel stinging splat of leather on naked girl's flesh.
"Aaiighhh!!"
I screamed in pain and shock. I had assumed that the small size of the whip meant it wouldn't hurt. I was wrong. It stung far worse than the leather belt across my bare bottom. It was scalding agony.
The pain was extraordinary, but I refused to beg April to stop. I had asked for April to be my mistress and make me her slave-girl. It was unthinkable that I would try to back out of that now. I intended to take this punishment that April was offering and not beg for mercy. I was going to be her slave-girl and I was going to take my punishment like a naked slave-girl should.
My naked breasts bounced and burned as each stroke of April's tiny whip painted reddish-pink marks upon my youthful skin and when April's leather whip slashed across one of my sensitive, swollen nipples I screamed especially loud. I abandoned myself entirely to the pain. The anguish of a punished slave-girl was all I knew. April didn't even seem to be swinging her leather whip very hard, yet somehow the pain was excruciating.
April's cute leather whip splatted fire across both of my naked, defenseless breasts and left me screaming and struggling against the stainless steel bands on my wrists. Struggling was futile, but the pain was so intense I couldn't control my body's reactions.
When my breasts were crisscrossed with more than a dozen angry reddish-pink marks, April ceased whipping my helpless, naked body.
I was sweating, sobbing, panting and my breasts were throbbing in horrible, stinging pain. April gave me a few seconds to get my sobbing under control and then she asked, "Do you still want me to be your mistress?"
"Yes," I answered, although my voice was broken and cracked with sobs.
"I can be a very harsh mistress," April reminded me, "I can dole out very severe punishments. Are you sure that you want that?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said emphatically, tears still sliding down my cheeks, "I want this. I want harsh punishments. It's what I dream about at night. I crave this sort of cruelty. I don't know why, but I desperately want it."
