Chapter Three
Springfield
I was obligated for five more days of servitude to Renee. We seemed to have hit a groove. She continued to use me as she saw fit. But conversation flowed easily between us. I loved looking at her when she was excited about a deal she was working on. But I knew, I simply loved looking at her.
Our speech was still very formal. I never forgot to address her as Mistress, and she always called me slave. We never spoke of my impending freedom. I simply enjoyed the journey, quite often falling asleep while rubbing her feet.
This night she came in and had me give her head as usual. And quite enthusiastically. When she was done with me, I served her the evening meal, gave her a glass of white wine and washed the dishes. She smiled when I stepped back onto the patio.
"That was excellent fried chicken, slave. I do appreciate your efforts in the kitchen."
"Thank you, Mistress. Please don't be offended, but you were enthusiastic this evening. I always appreciate your enthusiasm."
"Maybe it takes a good slave to bring that enthusiasm out. S-l-a-v-e."
She always got to me when she drug-out the word slave. But her compliments made me smile.
"I am wondering about something else, tonight, slave. Do you trust me?"
"Of course, Mistress."
"OK. The month is almost over. I want to know how you'll react if I use a riding crop on you. Are you game?"
"Yes, Mistress. New territory for me."
"Good. I'll be right back."
She came back, minus the office clothes and wearing the black volleyball outfit.
"Follow me, slave."
We walked to the dungeon, and she asked me about my pain tolerance. I thought it was pretty good, as long as she wasn't going to draw and quarter me.
"I prefer you in one piece, slave. But occasionally, I would like to hear you shriek a little. It's a nice thing to have a slave that can take a trimming. It's a power game, you know. I like to take a little more power a few times a year. How much can you give up? Rhetorically, speaking?
"Also, whipping a man is a very intimate process. But not only for me. Being whipped is also an intimate scene. So, I want to film this scene. You have already been photographed several times. If we film this, I believe that both of us will enjoy watching the movie. Is that agreeable to you, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress." I really wasn't sure about that, but she could talk me into anything.
We stepped into the shop and she quickly had three cameras on tripods set around the area we would be in. She led me to a hoist, tied my wrists and lifted my arms over my head with the hoist. She spread my ankles and tied them to collapsible rings screwed to the floor. She drew me up tight, but my feet were still on the concrete. Then she removed my cock cage. She checked the cameras, which were already running. With them aligned to her satisfaction, she went to select a riding crop.
There was a wall with riding crops, several whips mounted on sticks, and two honest bull whips.
"Now. I'm going to use this riding crop on you, slave. This is not an endurance test. If I hurt you too much, tell me. You may like a bit of pain. That is why we are here, to find out. OK?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She grabbed my balls forcefully. "Serious now, slave. Don't go further than you are comfortable with."
"Mistress, I will. Honest. And I trust you."
"Very good, slave."
She took the riding crop and swatted me hard on the right buttock, watching my reaction. A few light slaps on the thighs, then a hard slap to the left buttock. She was in no hurry. And I was semi-erect. She held the crop between my legs and looked me in the eyes, smiling as she did. A light slap on my balls. And again. Again. I had a full, massive hard-on.
"Hmmm. That is the reaction I was hoping to see, slave. Enjoying yourself so far?"
"Yes, Mistress." I was so embarrassed. My face felt like a sun, it glowed so hot. Man! And the way she looked at me! Cool. Calm. In control. And she was clearly enjoying herself. I was too, though I was a bit confused over my excitement with the abuse she was dealing me.
She slowly walked around me while using the riding crop on me. My back, the legs, my chest and stomach, my balls and cock. I was so turned on! She stopped and dealt a dozen hard blows to my butt. She stepped in front of me and held my cock.
"Do you want me to stop, slave? Wow! That was a vigorous throb! I am impressed. Let's torment you a little longer. Since you are enjoying yourself."
She took a step ball and began lightly hitting my cock and balls again. Then she began circling me again, dealing her blows out everywhere. This went on for forty-five minutes and my erection never softened. She began slapping my balls again and I began humping the air.
"OK, we better give you a rest, slave. Let's let your excitement cool a little." She cupped my balls in her hand and she put a very wet tongue into my ear. "Tell me what you think, slave," she whispered in my wet ear.
"This is all new to me, Mistress. I'm a bit surprised at my reaction to the pain. Not that the pain has been that bad. But I am wondering, uh, if the pain, uh....would you use a whip on me, Mistress?"
"Does my Colorado cowboy really want me to use a whip on him? Hmmm? That's a step up." She stepped in front of me and looked me in the eyes. "Why?"
"I just wonder what it would feel like, Mistress. I suppose the, uh, the experience is something I'd like to, uh, experience. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, it does, slave. Certainly, I wanted to experience male domination at one time." She smiled. "But, the cock weekend took care of that notion. So, let's try it. But listen, if it is too much, tell me. I will stop when you say stop. That is your safe-word. OK?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Alright. I haven't used a bullwhip in a long time, so we won't go that far. I'll use a whip stick on you. it can be controlled better, and it can even make you bleed."
She stepped to the wall and came back with a stick that had a single tail.
"Now, slave. I've had scenes with a half-dozen men that wanted to experience being whipped. Only one of them truly enjoyed it. Is this something that you've fantasized about before being my slave this month?"
"No, Mistress. It's only something I've thought of since being in your dungeon and seeing your whips on the wall."
"OK, very good. So, we'll start and see your reaction. I'm sure you'll lose that boner real quick." She gave my erection a light slap. "Remember, you are here now, for this experience. You have nothing to prove to me. If it hurts you too much, just say 'stop', and I will stop. Understood, slave?"
"Understood, Mistress."
"OK. We will start very slow, with time between each lash. Partly to let me enjoy the process, but mostly to let you feel the pain, to savor the experience." She gripped my balls again as she looked in my eyes, smiling. "Remember your safe-word." A light squeeze and she stepped behind me. My cock throbbed with this new adventure.
I was disappointed that the whipping wasn't what I thought it would be, I took five lashes to the right shoulder easily. Renee circled around, asking how I was doing. So far, so good, I said. No complaints. I just knew that she would increase the difficulty.
She stepped behind me and delivered five lashes to my left shoulder. She came around again.
"You could easily stand a firmer lash, couldn't you, slave?"
"I agree, Mistress."
She gazed at my hard-on and grinned. "We are both going to enjoy this next round, slave." She cupped my balls again, and whispered in my ear, "Take a few deep breaths while you can."
Five harder lashes to the right shoulder. It was noticeable, with fifteen or twenty seconds between each. There was a halt, I thought she was going to speak to me again, but the whip hit my left shoulder. The same pattern, I still never cried out. Twenty lashes altogether, and she stepped in front of me again.
"Hey, nice job, slave. You are doing very well. No need to use your safe-word?"
"No, Mistress, I'm OK."
"Very good, slave. I'll hit you harder now." She lightly traced her fingers over my chest and belly. "There is no shame in crying out, if you need to. Really, your cries will enhance my experience. But, we are mostly here for your benefit." She kissed my lips, very light. "Now, we move on."
She stepped behind me and really struck me hard. A loud "Aahhh" escaped from me. Another lash also caused me to cry out. This set of five came faster. She stepped in front of me again.
"How is it, slave?"
"I'm fine, Mistress. It is more pronounced, but I don't want you to stop."
My erection had gone down while she was whipping me, but it sprang back up when she cupped my balls. She looked at my hard-on with a smile, then at me.
"OK, slave. You know I like to keep everything even, five more to your left side."
She released my balls and stepped behind me. Five lashes to the left, also faster, each caused me to cry out. I breathed deep gulps of air while she lightly traced her fingers over my shoulders. Thirty lashes.
She stepped in front of me again with that supreme look of control on her face. "What would you think if I made you bleed a bit, slave?"
I could feel the stinging on my back and my shaft getting fully hard again as I met her gaze. Damn! She was the Master of this domain!
"Do it, Mistress. Go ahead, make me bleed."
She put several fingers under my chin. "A harsher blow will make you bleed. Is that what you want, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good boy."
She stepped behind me and popped the single tail in the air twice. Then it came down on my right shoulder, hard. There was no stifling that cry. Another lash and I cried out. Then eight more, each drawing a cry of pain from me. "This is so awesome!" passed through my mind. She traced over my shoulder.
"We have three lashes bleeding, slave." She stepped in front of me. "Tell me what you think."
"This is awesome, Mistress."
