"Come on, girl," Katie said. "We'll take him together. Watch and learn."
I looked at Sarah—the agile ballerina with hair the color of autumn leaves, following Katie like a shadow. Then I looked at Katie—my plump pin-up girl with the streak of playful sadism. They were so different, these two women: one was giddy, the other calm and commanding; one was a graceful dancer with the figure of a ballerina, the other a calculating political strategist with the body of a concubine; one was a lifelong submissive dabbling in her first taste of true Domination, the other took to Domination as easily as breathing. But now, for at least an evening, Katie and Sarah were united in one purpose. Now, they would Dominate me as one, sharing in every moment of my suffering together.
Could I handle this? Was I ready for this? Right now, I didn't know.
Katie paced up and down along the left side of the bed, where I lay helpless on my back, limbs outstretched and bound to the bedposts with chains and leather cuffs. In spite of my fear, I savored the opportunity to drink in the sight of Katie's body. I kept my eyes fixed squarely on her ample cleavage; her breasts were just
barely
held back by the thin back lace of her bra.
Seeing where my eyes were straying, Katie smirked.
"First things first," Katie said to Sarah. "Notice what I'm wearing? Take note of that."
"You're not wearing much of anything..." Sarah said.
Positioned just a few feet behind her, Sarah kept her eyes fixed on Katie's round bottom, smiling contentedly as she enjoyed the view. Katie wore a pair of black panties to match her bra; they were patterned with intricate swirls of lace, the fabric stretched thin across her wide hips.
Katie chuckled at Sarah's comment.
"That's right," Katie said. "That's the point. I never went for black leather or silver spikes. That shit's just in the movies. I prefer a simpler approach. You know why?"
"Because you're a tease?" Sarah asked.
"Of course I'm a tease," Katie admitted. "But it also pays to scare a man into submission if you're gonna Dominate him. Nothing intimidates men more than
confidence
. So don't be afraid to show off. Flaunt what you've got, just enough to make him drool. Then remind him that he's not getting a piece."
Still pacing up the length of the bed, Katie reached down to pinch my nose when she came close to me. I stayed silent; I would resist crying out as long as I could.
Katie turned around to walk away from me, and I kept my eyes glued on the motions of her ass. Whether she was wearing panties or a pantsuit, I could never resist a peek at Katie's behind; it was plump and soft, and sizeable enough that she could hardly take a step without it jiggling ever so slightly.
Held in the grip of the cock ring, my penis had stayed rock-hard for at least half an hour by now—but as soon as I got to watch Katie walking away, it began twitching and pulsing all over again. Sarah noticed.
"You better get on with it, love," Sarah said, giggling girlishly. "If you make him wait any longer, the poor bloke might just
burst
from the sight of you. Then he won't be nearly as fun to play with."
Katie turned back around when she reached the foot of the bed. She raised the whip, and cradled its slender leather tails in her free hand.
"That's your second lesson, Sarah," she said. "Always be patient. Nothing gets a man worked up like a long wait. Give him a while to squirm and sweat. Let him imagine how sadistic you could really be. Nothing you do's gonna torture him as much as that."
Again, she approached me on the bed, still smiling smugly as she watched my expression of mingled fear and arousal.
"Whips and canes are all fine and good, but there are other ways to torture a man," Katie continued. "Some kinds of torture are subtler than others. There's apprehension, like I said. But there's also
guilt
. Taking a beating is bad enough. But if you
really
want to make a man suffer, make him believe that it's all his fault. Fuck with his conscience until he practically
begs
you to have your way with him."
Katie leaned in close to me. I tried to shrink back from her touch, but the shackles and chains held me fast. Still, I didn't make a sound.
"Listen, David: I might have my sadistic side...but you're not chained to that bed because of
me
, are you? You're tied to that bed because you were desperate to find a woman to teach you your place. Only a desperate man would let a little tart like Sarah trick him into bed. This is where you belong, and you know it as well as I do. If you could actually control that hard, throbbing thing between your legs, maybe you
wouldn't
have wound up naked in my bed with somebody else. And if you didn't let your cock do your thinking for you, maybe you wouldn't have gotten caught. But you did. And now you're gonna pay for it. It's the most natural thing in the world, honey. Don't you think?"
I couldn't answer, but I didn't dare disagree with Katie.
Defeated, I nodded slowly.
Katie smiled.
"Third lesson: always start easy. Tease him first. Give him goosebumps before you
really
go to town on him," she said.
She raised the whip over my midsection and let its leather tails graze my midsection. With slow, fluid movements, she dragged the thin strips of leather across the sensitive flesh of my chest and stomach, moving in circles around my nipples and my belly button. I felt my nerve endings jump and twitch as goosebumps rose up on my skin, making me shudder and shiver.
Just count your breaths... Just breathe deep and count your breaths... It'll all be over soon...
The feel of leather against my skin was just a soft caress, but it stung my wax burns and my twisted nipples, still raw from Sarah taking out her frustration on me. I couldn't ignore the marks of my first round of torture, as much as I wanted to.
When all this had started, I had to remind myself to think of Katie. Now that Katie was having her turn with me, she was the last person I wanted to think about.
But was she? On some primal level, I still craved her attention, though I now knew how brutal her tastes could run. What the hell was happening to me?
"Now, a lesson on
form
," Katie said. "Always stand up straight, but keep your whip-arm at an angle—always ready to snap down for a hard blow."
Katie demonstrated: she drew herself up to full height and held the whip up, poised at the ready.
"The movement's all in the wrist. It doesn't take much energy to work a whip. Don't make it harder on
you
than it is on
him
."
Sarah clicked her tongue impatiently.
"Come on, love. Are you actually gonna
use
that whip, or are you just gonna talk about it all night?
Katie sighed.
"Alright, then... If you're really that eager for a demonstration."
The whip came down before I had a chance to brace for it. Katie barely seemed to move her body; she gave the barest flick of her wrist, and the whip came down in a hard diagonal path, snapping against my bare belly with a high-pitched crack
.
I twisted and thrashed on the bed, I pulled at my chains, and I bit down hard on the ball gag—but I still stayed quiet.
Wrapped up in giving her lecture, Katie barely seemed to notice my reaction. From the relaxed expression on her face, you'd think she was practicing on a test dummy.
"See that?" Katie asked, without looking down at me. "Keep your body still. A little flick of the wrist is all it takes. Want to see it again?"
"Yes,
please!
