Book Five. Madame Whiplash.
Mabel woke up the next day, with her face and breasts, still stiff and sticky from John's semen. She had made him shoot it all over her breasts last night, and then he had rubbed it all over her face, the cheeky boy. He deserved a good arse whipping.
The thought of him laying face down on a bed, with her whipping his naked bum made her cunt juicy again. She lay naked on the bed, gently rubbing between her legs.
Her mind travelled back, to when she was friends with a dominatrix called Mary, or Madam Whiplash as her clients called her. A corny name, but then so many of them were. Her clients weren't critics, they just wanted their sexual needs satisfied and were willing to pay for it.
Mabel would often phone her when she was bored, and thrilled to hear screams in the background. The screams were usually from clients being whipped, or subjected to some other sort of abuse.
One day her husband Simon had been gone for a month, and she was getting frustrated. She rang Madam 'W', and asked her what she was doing.
'At this precise moment dear,' she replied, ' I have my naked cunt covering a man's mouth, as I drip hot candle wax onto the end of his cock. You would hear him screaming, were it not for my cunt muffling his noise.'
Mabel was fascinated, and asked if she could possibly visit Mary, and try this sadomasochism thing out for herself. They made a date for that weekend, and she went down to the country house in which Mary held court.
Mary met her at the door; Mabel expected lots of leather straps, and thigh length boots. Mary disappointed her, by just wearing a tee-shirt and jeans. She was a very good-looking woman, with ample breasts and prominent nipples. She explained that the other stuff was her work clothes, and she liked to be out of them as soon as possible.
Mabel was very sexual, and liked to experiment with various sexual techniques. She was determined that Simon would not get bored with her, and fuck around elsewhere. To that end, she was here for the weekend, to learn all she could about this fetish.
Mary suggested that Mabel just be her helper, for the first few clients, before getting too involved. There was one due in half an hour, so they just had time to dress for the part. When Mary told her who this woman was she was shocked. This client was a very powerful politician, and her colleagues walked in fear of her in the house of parliament.
These clients liked Mary to work to a prearranged script, but sometimes she ad-libbed a bit to keep them on their toes. When they came out of the dressing room, Mary had turned into Madame Whiplash. She was wearing all black leather and straps.
Two matching silver topped whips were at her hips, and she wore a black leather half mask over her eyes. Her breasts were bare, as was her crotch; she had shaven pubes, and had rouged her nipples.
Mabel was dressed in a similar vein. Her hair had been a problem, until Mary had plaited it into two pigtails, and had dressed her like a Viking . Her large breasts and pubes were also bare, and were lifted up by a steel breastplate. Her golden pubic hair, matched her pigtails perfectly.
They waited just inside the door of the house, a long black limousine pulled up, and an old grey haired woman emerged. She snapped orders to the chauffeur, and strode purposefully up the stairs. As soon as she crossed the threshold, Mary pulled a black silk hood over the woman's head and pressing on her shoulders pushed her to her knees.
'How dare you,' she demanded loudly,' let me go instantly or there will be trouble.'
Mary ignored her, and continued pushing her, until she was flat on her face.
Mabel watched in amazement, as Mary then pulled up the woman's tweed skirt, and revealed her naked bottom. She wasn't wearing any knickers, and Mary delivered a sharp slap to her naked arse.
'You fucking old whore, how dare you walk around without any knickers on.' shouted Mary.
She slapped the naked arse three more times, the crack of her hand against the old woman's soft white buttocks echoed around the foyer.
'Sorry Miss, I forgot again, please don't hurt me, please' she begged. Mary just dragged her across the tiled floor into an adjoining room.
Strip for inspection she barked, and the old woman, still in her black hood, started undressing in front of them. Mary snapped out the articles of clothing that had to be removed.
'Skirt.' she took her tweed skirt off, revealing her naked arse and cunt, her pubic hairs were grey and becoming sparse.
'Jacket,' she quickly removed her tweed jacket, and dropped it on the floor.
'Bend over, and pick your jacket up, you fucking stupid old cunt' Mary screamed at her. The old girl dropped to her knees, and frantically felt around for her jacket.
Mary walked up behind her and slapped her naked bum again, leaving a red handprint on it. She began to sob as she found her jacket, and stood up with it in her hands. Mary took it off her and passed it to Mabel, and snapped out 'Blouse,'
She took off her blouse and stood holding it, naked but for her bra.
Mary snatched it off her, and snapped out 'Bra'
