Janice was lashed spread-eagle into the punishment frame her master had created for her. It was a sturdy frame of 2" x 4" wood that had rings in each corner for her wrists and ankles. The rope he used to tie her breasts cut in and was secured to the top of the frame and tightened each time she moved. Her black hair was tied up in a ponytail and secured to the top of the frame to keep it clear of her Master's work. Her ice blue eyes were closed in delight and her pale white skin marked the lines from the lash. Her silence was kept by the plastic bit in her mouth and her sight restricted by the blinders she wore.
The lash whistled through the air, signaling its approach, and she tensed in delicious anticipation of its impact. The whip struck and she groaned in pain and delight. She wanted this, need and longed for it. She had begged to be put in this position and now that she was, it was a greater thrill than she had hoped for. While awaiting the next blow she reflected quickly on how she had come to this point in her life.
Janice had been only 35 when her husband of 10 years was killed in a car accident. The insurance and his money had ensured that she would never have to work again, but it was paid monthly, not in a lump sum. Since her husband had done everything for her, the sudden freedom had been too much and she quickly overspent herself. She had gone to the bank to get a small loan to clear this up and Kevin had been the officer she met with. He was 24 tall and handsome. He offered to help her with credit counseling, but she wanted nothing that would go on her record. He had offered to do it for her informally and she agreed to meet with him that night.
Over dinner at her house, Kevin had shown her how to layout and follow a budget. She claimed to understand, but when they met the following week, Kevin saw that she had already overspent. Going through it again in the living room, Kevin told her that if she did it again, he would have to spank her. Janice laughed and said that he was free to try, but it wouldn't do much good; she was used to her husband controlling things. Both had a good laugh at the thought of her being spanked but nothing more was said. The following week Janice again over spent and this time Kevin was very angry.
"Remember what I said last week. If you go over your budget this week I am going to spank you. You went over by $200.00. The monthly income you have will not support this kind of thing. You have to get control."
"I am trying." Janice whined. "I am just not used to budgeting. But I did over spend and now I have to be punished." She lowered herself to her knees and bent over his lap, her ass well up in the air. Kevin was surprised that she gave in this easily, and swatted her gently a few times, not being sure how far to take it. "Is that it?" She questioned. "I thought you were going to punish me, not tease me." She wiggled her butt in an obvious invitation and Kevin took her up on it. Flipping up her skirt and pulling down her panties Kevin reached back and struck with full force. Janice howled and squirmed but Kevin kept on striking her pale globes till they shone red. She felt his growing excitement beneath her and they both could smell her wetness spreading.
When he finished Kevin pushed her off his lap back onto her knees. Without thought she crawled to between his legs, unzipped his fly and released the monster within. It was larger than her husbands but just what she needed. She swallowed him whole and sucked him hard, wanting to show that she was thankful for his treatment of her.
Kevin grabbed her by the ears and pulled her off him. He spun her around and draped her over the coffee table, flipped up her skirt and mounted her from behind. Janice howled in delight as she felt him sink into her depths. As he fucked her he spoke to her and the words were music to her soul.
"You want to be controlled, don't you?" He asked. "You want to be dominated? You want to be made into a slave? Admit it and I will make you into my slave." Kevin pounded into her without mercy as he said this.
"Yes, yes, yes, I want to be your slave. I will do anything you ask anything you say. Please treat me like the slave I am. I beg you Master." Janice shrieked as she came.
Kevin grinning as he heard this started pumping into her even faster, his own release approaching. Grunting he emptied his balls deep into her waiting snatch, causing her to cum again. Pulling out, Kevin sat back down on the couch and said, "Come and clean me up slave." Janice hurried to comply, happy to be under another man's control.
The sting of the whip brought her back to the present and she shook in the frame. Kevin landed the blow on her dripping pussy by coming up between her spread thighs. Janice jerked and swayed, but moaned in delight. She always liked that move, it made her wetter. Kevin stepped in front of her and set the whip aside.
"You are a lovely shade of red my slave, do you want more?" Kevin asked. She nodded, unable to speak. "Good, because you are going to get it anyway." Kevin picked up a handful of clothespins from the table next to the frame and Janice knew what was next.
Kevin attached the clothespins to her nipples and breasts. He had already had both her nipples pierced and gold rings installed. Next he applied several to her cunt lips and inner thighs. She was shaking with pain when he finished, but each move only tugged the ropes around her breasts tighter. Kevin then picked up a roll of thin twine and tied off her clit to the breast ropes. He then closed the blinders on her mask to keep the last step secret, this was a new step for both, but Kevin was sure she would enjoy it.
Picking up a small glass jar Kevin sprinkled itching powder over her breast and underarms. He even wet his finger and applied some to her clit. Stepping back Kevin watched the show. As the powder did its work, Janice started to writhe and jerk in her bonds. The sweat from her body made the itching more intense and soon she was moaning and whimpering in agony and orgasm. The powder on her clit caused it to jerk and twitch, tugging gently on the ropes around her breasts. Orgasm after orgasm swept through her body leaving her drained of all strength. Kevin, when he felt she had had enough, brought out a small hose and rinsed the powder off her. As the cold water hit, she screamed in delight and came one final time as he showered her clit.
Leaving her hanging Kevin went to his workshop and pulled the latest creation into the dungeon. Janice heard wood scraping across the cement floor and wondered what was next. He had been working in the basement on something new for them for sometime, but would not let her see it till it was finished. She remembered her delight when he showed her the rack he had made for them.
"Are you ready for my latest invention slave?" Kevin asked her. She nodded, still unable to speak from the bit and the exertion. Kevin undid the leg bonds and then her wrists, as she sagged to the floor she stopped and screamed through the bit. He had left her hair and breasts still secured to the frame. She straightened up and stood quietly waiting for him to untie her. When she felt her hair brush the back of her neck and his hand pushing down on her shoulder, Janice dropped to her knees.
Standing behind of her Kevin opened the blinders and pulled her head up. She was kneeling before a wood frame with a flat wood base, big enough for her to stand on. The frame was just a little wider than she was and there was a flat board across the top with two holes. The top board was split in half horizontally. It looked like a set of stocks, only it was too narrow, as if for arms only. Pulling her up by her hair Kevin had her stand on the board, the holes were just below her breasts, and she realized what it was.
"It is a set of stocks for your breasts my dear. Although, I am not sure the holes are the right size. I think I made them a little too small." Kevin laughed. Janice could see that the holes were far too small for her breasts. Flipping the top section up Kevin pushed her forward and she lowered her tits down until they sat on the lower half circle. Kevin had made the unit well, there were eye rings for her wrist and ankle cuffs that he her locked into. This forced her into a slightly hunched posture. Pushing her head back he lowered the tops of the stocks and latched it shut. The holes were indeed too small. She winced as the rough wood cut into her tender flesh, but the pain only made her wetter. The stocks were set so that she had to bend her knees and keep her back straight in order to keep pressure off her tits. The problem was that she could not keep this up forever. Occasionally she had to straighten her knees and this bent her back and pulled on her tits.