Part One: He Said
The day was a series of highs and lows. I was halfway through breakfast before I remembered it was my birthday and even now, I can't be sure if that was a high or low. I felt bad that I was older but great knowing that I was finally going to take the plunge. In the four months since my wife had given me the boot, I hadn't thought much about sex. I had been screwed by her lawyer so often over the details, I knew when her day in court came, I would be left with nothing. I had lost all my drive but today was to be different. I had been trolling the internet for the last few weeks and found the perfect woman. No commitment, no strings, just pay up front and forget all the rest. Yes, she was a working girl but so what of it, I wasn't taken in by her resume.
My best friend Dave, well actually the only friend I had left, had agreed to take care of all the details. It would be his present to me and all I had to do was show up. As I rode into work, I was excited thinking about what was to come but then I thought perhaps he'd back out. It just might have been the booze talking the night before. He'd probable forget. So, another high followed by another low. I thought of calling but I had a busy workday ahead and if he had cancelled, I really didn't want to know. So that's pretty much how the day went. Up when I thought it was on and down when I thought it was off.
We'd agreed to meet downtown for a drink ahead of my big step and so when he was late, the rollercoaster began again. Forty-five minutes of hell faded away, when I saw the smile on his face when he arrived. Tonight, was going to be good.
"We had lots of time," he said. "No need to rush."
We discussed the details over a couple drinks and just before it was time to leave, he leans over and says, "She is going to bring a friend." Well, that was certainly a high.
When she opened the door, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She was a definite Ten in my book, but her friend was clearly an Eleven. Another high.
She told me, "Follow her friend and that she would join us in a few minutes."
Oh man, this was going to be good. Hell, it was already so far past good, I could hardly breathe. I followed her down the hallway and into a room that had the biggest bed I had ever seen. 10 people could have easily fit or five couples at least.
"Get comfortable," she said, the universal code word for get naked. She didn't have to ask me twice.
When I was completely in the buff, she walked over and said, "You need to wear this." She pulled a blindfold out from behind her back and said, "Before you get to see us you're going to have to feel your way to an introduction."
Boy was I ready for this I thought as she secured it behind my head. Just then I heard the door open. "Can he see?" someone asked. "I never trust those blindfolds. I've got something better".
Next thing I know a hood is pulled over my head and I'm totally in the dark.
"That's better, if he sees any of this beforehand, it'll spoil it. Now let's go." And with that one of them grabbed my hand and led me out the door.
I remember thinking it was odd and was beginning to get a little down. That bedroom and bed were perfect and now we were leaving. To be honest I was also getting turned on not knowing. That must have been apparent, since she'd let go of my hand and was now leading me by my cock.
We went through a doorway and when the door closed the echo suggested that we were in an even larger room. She stopped, turned, and pulled me so close, I could feel her breath on my face. I reached forward and placed my hands on the cheeks of her perfect ass and was about to say something witty when I felt her hands on each of my nipples. Lightly at first but soon she began to squeeze.
"Do you like it rough?" she said as she began to twist. "We really like a guy who can take a little pain with his pleasure." By the time she let go my knees were almost ready to buckle.
"Well," said her friend as she reached between my legs from behind and began stroking me. "Are you going to make us like you?"
Now how could anyone resist that offer. She then shuffled me forward until I contacted some sort of table or bench. Then shoved me forward, pushing my chest down until I was resting on the table.
"Just relax" she said. I could feel breath on my thighs and remember thinking it had been so long since my cock had passed a woman's lips. It was another high.
In fact, I had forgotten there were two of them until I was told, "Stretch out your hands."
Then it happened. Simultaneously, I felt my left hand and right leg pulled to the legs of the table and that unmistakable sound of "Zip."
I was so stunned that by the time I realized, they were already working on the free hand and leg and again, "Zip." It was like falling off a cliff.
"What the fuck"? I blurted out.
"Yeah, we'll get to that soon but for now shut the fuck up" came the response.
"Okay ladies, this isn't funny anymore" I said as I felt them tightening each tie. There was no response.
Then they began to apply more ties up and down my legs and arms. I lost count of how many, but I knew there were a lot and I knew I wasn't going anywhere.
As I began to protest again as I felt the swoosh of something past my ear. I paused immediately. A moment frozen in time and then it came. I can't say if I heard it first or after the strike. All I know was it started at the top of my thigh. From there it moved upwards, snaking along my spine until it reached my brain.
Before I could even react, I heard, "Now shut the fuck up."
At this point I wasn't sure if this was a high or a low. I was excited and pissed at the same time. I mean I wasn't in any position get near their pussies, but I was rock hard.
That was until I heard one of them say, "Okay, guys, he's not going anywhere." That was followed by a roar from the crowd.
Soon, there was noise from everywhere. Talking, laughter and giggles were all around me. "Where the fuck was I," I thought. Just then I heard a familiar voice.
"Hey buddy, how's it going?" It was Dave. I don't think I ever lost an erection so fast. This was a low.
As I started to ask him what the fuck was going on, back came a swoosh and the smack and the pain. "Did anyone say you could talk? I didn't think so. Crack, crack, crack. Then shut the fuck up. This is your last warning."
Then from in front of me I heard, "I'm not putting up with this."
Seconds later I felt the hood pulled up and two fingers clamping my nose shut. As I opened my mouth to breath, I felt a rubber ball pushed inside. She quickly fastened it at the back of my neck and pulled the hood back down.
"It doesn't matter" she said. "We were going to need this anyway. I just would have like to hear him scream a little before we needed it."
"What the fuck," I thought. "I'm going to kill Dave."
In six years of marriage, we had never done anything even close to this. Hell, not in my entire life had I done anything like this and when I saw something like it on the internet, I always thought I'd be the one with the whip. "Fuck."
So here I was, tied and spread like a little bitch. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. At least until I heard someone say, "Let's get this show on the road."
I felt a hand at the back of my head and a voice in my ear, "You'd best try to relax. It's still going to hurt but it'll hurt less if you do. You're going to yell and scream and beg me to stop. I'm not going to stop. You will cry and that will excite me even more. When I get excited, I want more. Sometimes I get so excited I can cum, but it usually takes a while, so you're just going to have to take it. I do promise if I cum, we'll stop, no matter what the crowd wants."
"Crowd?" I thought. "What crowd."
Then came the first hit. I have no idea what it was, only that it landed on both cheeks at the same time. It was more surprising than painful. Only after three more hits did I start to feel uncomfortable. And it grew with every subsequent strike. By the time I counted six, there was no mistake, I wanted it to stop.
Now it was really hurting but she didn't stop. I blurted out a muffled scream as the beating continued. I heard someone say, "What's the count?"
To which my tormentor replied, "Don't know, don't care".
She continued and I remember thinking "twelve, thirteen" but after that I just can't say. With each strike, all I had time to do is cry out before the next one landed.
I didn't even want to kill Dave anymore, now I wanted to kill her. The pain just seemed to be constant now. I struggled against my bonds but there wasn't even the slightest give.
"See how the paddle turns his ass a glowing red," she said. There were several cheers from the crowd. I would have felt the humility if the pain weren't so bad. And then it all stopped.
I couldn't make out the conversation, but I could tell everyone was in good spirits and only when their conversations died down, did I understand it was going to begin anew.
"The cane" she said, "is a whole different kind of tool. Unlike the paddle that effects a large area the cane generally creates nice little welts that change color in time."
With that said, she began what she called her artistry. She started at my calf and worked her way up to my ass. Then down the other leg. No big deal but I was screaming from the second hit onward. I know I should have broken the table or bench or whatever the fuck I was tied to, but it didn't even move.
There were times I would try to be silent and times I would scream. I tried not moving and taking whatever came. No matter how hard I tried I just couldn't. It didn't seem to matter. She just kept going.
This pain was so different. It was a searing pain and each strike travelled right to my brain. I was lost and it wasn't until it stopped that I realized I had soaked the blindfold with tears.
Someone else noticed and she whispered in my ear, "That's what I wanted to see. You needed this."
I thought she was consoling me but then she turned to the crowd and said, "Hey everybody, the little sissy is crying his eyes out. Should we move on?"
The yes that the crowd responded was deafening and demoralizing and I could sense my lips quiver as I cried a little more.
"Y'all recognize this, don't you" was the start of the next chapter.
"Oh..." came the response.
I didn't hear the sound, just another type of pain. Another series of hits with no end in sight. The big difference seemed to be that each hit was localized. The pain lingered, and successive hits came faster. I mean way faster and back and forth from left to right. It hurt so much I didn't even realize I was screaming. One ball-gagged scream after another.