I was lead to a solid wooden bench with padded red leather
top, and two padded shelves projecting from the rear. I was then pulled over the top of this whipping bench, for such I later knew it to be.
My knees rested against the back of the bench, whilst my legs lay along the padded shelves. I was bent forward, and my wrists inserted into two holes at the front of the bench.
Broad leather straps were tightened around my arms above the elbow, around both wrists, above the knees and around the ankles. The Ice Maiden then snapped two steel cuffs tightly around my wrists, making it impossible to fit them back through the holes. I was completely unable to move. A leather strap was passed through the ring on the front of the collar, and cinched down tight. I was stuck fast.
At this point, I did not know what was the dominant emotion - fear or excitement. I was certainly afraid of what was about to happen, but in some weird way, I wanted it badly too.
Mistress Isis appeared directly in front of me, and sat in a heavily ornate chair. Her face was exactly at the same level as mine, and although I was aware that I had been told not to look her in the face, I was powerless to move my head.
Her face wore a smile of indisputable anticipation. Perhaps more worryingly, the Ice Maiden, for the first time since I had met her, also had a slight smile. Slight, but cruel. From a hook on the wall, she took down one of the many implements that hung there. I could not see what it was, but when she turned round, it was forced into my mouth. She then fastened a strap around the back of my head, and stood back, holding up a black rubber bulb in front of my face. I had absolutely no idea what it was supposed to do, until - smiling once again, the Ice Maiden began to slowly squeeze the bulb in the palm of her hand. The thing in my mouth steadily inflated, until my mouth was forced as wide as it was possible to go. I was completely unable to utter a sound.
"Whilst we are two levels down, I like to be a good neighbour", said Mistress Isis. "I don't want your screams to cause any consternation. Oh, I know you don't intend to scream, but I can assure you that you will - everyone does, and Rasa does like to whip. Don't you darling? Shall we begin?"
No answer, just another of those scary half-smiles. The blonde trailed her hand lovingly along a rack of various whips, canes, floggers and crops. I watched her as far as I could from my fixed position. She wore high patent leather lace up boots over latex leggings, and the same skin tight black latex top. She paused to pull on a pair of latex fingerless gloves, then, her decision made, she took down a black kangaroo hide whip. She pushed her hand through the loop, and pulled it tight around her wrist, then felt the implement in her hand. She knew that I could see her preparation, in fact she did it mostly for my benefit. I was also aware that her nipples stood rock hard through the restraining rubber, so she was clearly aroused too.
Rasa moved slowly around me like a lion eyeing up its' prey.
I knew that this was really going to bloody hurt, but I had no idea exactly how it would feel. I did not have long to wait. Crack! The leather cut across my shoulders like fire. The pain was unbelievable. Crack! The second one came in. I struggled to make what would have been a huge sharp intake of breath. Crack! It was relentless. Every five seconds the lash came down, as the Ukrainian warmed to her work.
Mistress Isis stared intently into my eyes, feeding on the pain. Her dress was up, and her hands worked in her sex.
I lost track of how many strokes she gave me. The pain became so all-enveloping, that I nearly passed out, but she certainly spared no effort, the perspiration ran down her face. Eventually, it stopped. My back felt as if it were actually on fire, the many strokes blending into one overpowering sensation.
"Enough" spoke the Mistress," let's try something different, fetch the Humbler".
What the fuck is a humbler I thought. Ice maiden went to the rack, and came back with something that looked like a heavy duty coat hanger, upon which, she was undoing some wing nuts. She passed out of my field of vision, and the I felt her grab hold of my balls, and pull them back between my legs. I could then feel something, presumably the coathanger, clamp across them. As she tightened the wing nuts, my scrotum was pulled ever more taught, until it shone as if it had been burnished. God, it hurt.
Not content with that, she returned to the rack, and came back with a rubber spanking paddle about 14 inches long, and quite heavy. She turned it over in her hands to show me that one side was flat, the other had pointed rubber projections all over it. She playfully slapped the pointed side against here hand.
Fucking hell, no, please, not that! But of course, that was exactly what she had in mind. She drew her arm back as far as she could, and whacked the captive organs - hard!
It felt as if my head had exploded, and I thought for a moment that I was going to throw up, which would have been a serious problem with my bloody mouth plugged.
The tears flowed down my cheeks, as Mistress Isis appeared to climax in her chair in front of me, whilst still looking into my eyes.
As she regained her composure, she said "You should be grateful, slave, that we do not need to everything at once. Your education need not be rushed".
Bugger that, I thought, sure, it was as erotic as hell, but too extreme for my tastes by half.
"Good, she went on, let us go to the next stage", oh shit, I thought.
The Ice Maiden left the room, I don't know to where, but I heard her go. Mistress Isis arose from her chair and went to another cupboard. When she returned, she had a video camera and a tripod, which she proceeded to set up on one side of me. This being done, she returned to her chair.
The door opened again, but it was clear to me that more than one person entered. The Ice Maiden came first, followed by two figures, whom she led by leashes. They were both male, and both wore tightly laced rubber masks, which had eye slits, but no opening at the mouth.
At this point, I am wondering what the fuck is going on.
"As I suppose you are wondering what is going to happen now, I shall enlighten you. We are going to make a little movie. Your part is very simple, you have no lines, you merely have to suck each cock as it is put into your mouth. At this point, you are doubtless thinking that there is no way you will be doing this. Incorrect. You can save yourself a lot of discomfort, but doubtless you will wish to put up some resistance, so I will save us all some time. Rasa, whip his scrotum again - harder, please!"
Bloody hell, no, please no! Whack! Whack! God almighty, I can't take that!
"My experience tells me that you are now most likely to comply. Am I correct? Blink if I am. Now would be good".
Blink. "Excellent. Let us continue".
The Ice Maiden appeared, now openly smiling, and opened a valve on the inflatable gag, and removed it. I worked my jaw to try and get the feeling back.
"I warn you, do not be tempted to utter a word, or you will be sorry, very sorry. Rasa, switch on the camera"'
The hooded figures approached, one going behind, one standing in front of me. He was already hard.
"They will both fuck you both in the ass, and in the mouth, but they have been told only to come in your mouth - it's better for the camera, you understand. You will proceed by running your tongue around the head of the cock. You will tease it, you will worship it, you will act as if you are in ecstasy. Do not fail, or you know what will happen. They will nod to me when they are about to come, and I will tell you, at which point you will open wide, and stick out your tongue for them to come on. Keep it in your mouth until you have displayed your load to the camera, and then swallow, again, on camera. Good, let us proceed."
I felt something slippery wiped in the crack of my ass, followed by what was obviously the head of a cock, which pushed with increasing pressure against my sphincter, until pop! It went in. Ouch. It bloody hurt, but after what I had already experienced, it was tolerable. The cock started to piston slowly in and out.
Meanwhile, cock number two was right under my nose, and awaiting my attention. I really was not up for this, but the Ice Maiden slapped the palm of her hand with the rubber paddle, menacingly. - I stuck out my tongue.
I had expected the engorged cock to taste revolting, but actually, it didn't taste of anything much at all. After the preliminary licking around the rim of the head, it was steadily pushed in for a couple of inches, whilst it's owner rhythmically stroked the shaft with one hand, and gripped my hair in the other, steadily pulling me back and forth at an even but increasing rate, whist I sucked.
This seemed to go on for ages, my mouth ached, my ass burned and my raw back throbbed - I was not in good shape.
Then, suddenly, the commanding voice said, "Open your mouth, and put out your tongue - now!"
As I complied, the back of my throat was hit by an enormous glob of hot salty come. It went up my nose, in my eye, and ran down my cheek. "Now, suck it clean" came the voice. Again, I complied. After swirling it around mouth for the camera, I then had to swallow it, and show that it was gone.
The next couple of hours was pretty much more of the same, with the exception that the second cock really did taste revolting, as it has been in and out of my backside for the last hour, but by this time, I was past caring.
I was vaguely aware of being released from the bench, and being shown into the small cubicle with my clothes and stuff in. I dressed, and allowed myself to be led back through the now empty club, where Mistress Isis stood waiting.
"Just to illuminate you as to your new situation in life, it is as follows. I have on file all the information in your mobile phone, all your contacts, all your address book entries. I have retained your bank cards, for which you will provide the PIN numbers and security codes before you are allowed to leave. You will receive a monthly allowance, as long as you obey the rules"
