Forward
This is a Maledom tale with a bit of deception-by-omission thrown in at the beginning to spice things up just a bit. None the less, the watchwords here are still 'Safe', 'Sane' and 'Consensual'.
The first chapter sets things up and just for the record...I have had the privilege of knowing several women who have exhibited the courage, strength and integrity of Camille.
The second chapter starts with the naughty bits.
Chapter One – Tease
Camille and Amanda were the best of friends and had been for the better part of twenty years since both had met in high school. Each knew the others secrets, had seen each other through good times and bad.
There were only two major differences between them. One was that Amanda was an out and out dominant lesbian where Camille was an out and out submissive heterosexual. The other was that Camille was an outrageous flirt and very much enjoyed teasing others.
Neither was willing to threaten their long and close friendship with any attempt at sexual congress but each knew where the other stood.
When Amanda had been dumped by a sweet little thing she had fallen hard for, it was to Camille that she had turned for support. The same had been true of Camille when she would become too involved with some guy.
Amanda fondly remembered her friend the tease. She remembered the night that Camille had shown up at Amanda's home dressed in a nearly nude string bikini and teased Amanda's then lover. After Camille had left, the woman had thrown herself at Amanda.
And Camille had known! She told Amanda later that she had known!
Now it was Camille who had just dumped a long term lover. The fact that this guy had been an abusive and immature creep had not made its effect felt yet. He had been one sweet charmer. His lies had hit home with Camille.
He had two years to work his abuse on her before she was finally able to see the light.
He claimed to be a dominant alpha in his views but he was no more that than he was a submissive. He was just a lying abusive creep.
The final straw came when Amanda had gone to pick up her friend for a morning of shopping and girl talk. He got angry, again and when he tried to strike Amanda, Camille had snapped and kicked the man between the legs.
Camille and Amanda had left him in a prone ball on the floor of his apartment.
Still Camille seemed completely devastated and just could not shake it off. The man had made her feel unlovable and unloved. The tease was nowhere to be found.
Amanda was more than a bit worried when she saw none of the signs of her friend moving beyond this. Amanda finally asked a very unhappy Camille if she really trusted her close friend.
"Of course...Anything you want babe." Camille gave her the somewhat despondent reply.
So Amanda devised a plan...
Amanda had Camille sign a paper but Camille never even bothered to read it!
Next, Amanda got Camille mildly drunk. After, she took her friend out to 'The Farm'.
They were laughing and joking as the limousine pulled up to the barn. The alcohol had worked at distracting Camille.
Amanda got out when it stopped. Camille, not paying attention, followed. There were two very large men in coveralls standing with grim expressions on their faces.
Camille turned to her friend and asked, "What's going on?"
Amanda replied, "I have decided to give you a present, my love. That paper you signed was a release form and these men are here today to fulfil your dream of having two men drive you crazy in bed before they go away."
Amanda smiled at her friends shocked expression but reminded her, "You always said that your deepest and darkest fantasy was to be forced into very naught behaviour because of your teasing."
She added, "You have teased me mercilessly over the years. I'm not angry with you but I know what you like and now, so do these men."
Amanda followed her true confession by adding, "Unless you want this to end now, I'll see you up at the farm house tomorrow afternoon."
Camille said nothing but turned to the two large men who eyed her like hungry carnivores with a piece of fresh meat.
She turned back to her friend and asked, "Have I really been that out of it?"
Amanda nodded; not trusting her voice, as emotion welled up inside her.
Camille stepped forward and embraced her friend before whispering in her ear, "Okay, I'm going to trust you on this"
Amanda stepped back and ordered the two large men, "Take her and use her! You know what is to be done!"
Camille turned to look at the two men as they advanced quickly on her. Her breath was shallow and she could feel a flutter of anticipation building in her stomach yet there was also an unreasoning fear there too.
Camille turned to look at her friend but Amanda was already walking away, her head held high and stiff as though she did not want to see what was occurring.
One of the big men said, "Your safe words are 'Yellow' for slow down and 'Red' for stop completely."
Camille nodded timidly as two men advanced on her.
Then one stopped and said calmly, "Look, we know that you are a survivor of abuse. The real question is what kind of survivor do you want to be?"
Camille looked at him questioningly and he continued in a patient voice.
"There are those who are heroic survivors. They struggle to rise above what they have endured." He said.
"There are also those 'victims' of abuse who never rise above what happened to them." He stated.
"So I'll ask again; what kind of survivor do you want to be?"He asked her calmly, as though he had all the time and patience in the world.
"If you're a 'victim', this can end right now. We can have you in a registered therapist's office within the hour." The big man said, "Or we can test you..."
He let the question hang.
For Camille, there was simply no question at all, she had to try and be a heroic survivor.
"If I try and fail, at least I have tried!" She said to herself.
She nodded to herself and said, "I'm ready!"
"This test is in three parts." The big man explained, "After we arouse you and are sure of your limits, we will reenact your two greatest sexual experiences."
He paused to gauge her reaction before continuing, "As I said, your safe words are 'Yellow' for slow down and 'Red' for stop completely."
When she did not respond immediately, he waited before asking, "Are you absolutely sure?"
The big man had a lot of experience with damaged subs and he had seen many quail when pushed too far too fast. He had learned that they had to step forward of their own volition; freely and confidently (or not at all).
Camille looked straight at him and with a look of fear in her eyes said in a tremulous voice, "I'll do my best."
Despite what he and Amanda had agreed to; the man withheld a sigh and seriously debated calling the whole thing off. He could see that despite her words, this woman was right on the edge of panic. That was always a bad sign.
Then Camille did something to convince him. She stripped naked before him and knelt at his feet, her hands going behind her head in a gesture of obedience.
It wasn't the most erotic thing he'd ever seen but it did show him that she was, indeed, ready to try.
He nodded and turning to his associate raised his eyebrows, as if to indicate that this was a good sign on her part. The other man smiled.
And so it began...
Chapter Two – Arousal
The two men tied her standing in the middle of the barn. Her arms were shackled together in leather cuffs and raised high above her head by rope and pulley. Her legs were also shackled together. One of the big men pulled on the rope until a nude Camille was standing on tip toe.
Camille finally got a good look at the two men. The bigger of the two was wearing a set of blue overalls. The slightly smaller one was wearing brown overalls. Both had brush cuts and a solid dependable look to them.
She asked, "What should I call you?"
The big man in blue answered without looking at her as he fingered a thick belt that had been lying over a stall in the barn.
"Master...And don't talk unless you're told to." He said not unkindly.
Camille was silent for all of thirty seconds before asking, "I hate to be a bother but what do I call him?"
She tilted her head toward the big man in brown.
Blue tilted his head at her and said, "Obviously I have not made myself clear."
He smiled and Camille knew that he had been expecting her to break his rules...Had counted on it, in fact.
Blue walked behind her, smiling and whipping the belt through the air, this way and that.
Brown laughed then and gave a rebel yell, "Yee-ha! Ain't nothing like a well whipped woman!"
Camille felt her heart begin to race. She was now unable to see either man.
She could hear though and she heard the belt whistle through the air before landing with a wet splat on her shapely posterior.
She gasped and flinched although the strike wasn't that hard. There had been a time when she would have laughed at the lightness of the strike. The last two years with 'His Highness' had taken a lot of her confidence away.
The belt landed again beside the first strike and it was a little harder.
She gasped and jerked again; remembering how she had told 'him' how she liked to be dominated. At first he had been very attentive and consistent. Then little by little he had gradually started sneering at her and her desires.
Nasty unpleasant comments that cut her in ways that were just not right. By the end, she had not been intimate with him in months; not even in a vanilla way.
Now, as these two men whipped her nude and bound body, Camille began to realize just how much that cowardly bastard had taken from her in the name of love.
The belt landed again and then a fourth time. The strikes were no harder than the second one but Camille could feel them. When she tried to be stoic, the big man in blue spoke.
"We'll have none of that now! I want to see all your reactions Camille." He said commandingly.
So saying, he whipped her again but it was not a hard strike.
She groaned and jerked, like a person who has been asleep for a long time and was now just awakening.
