Elaine’s Story Part 3 – Her Captivity Continues
The night wore on, long and slow. There was no sleep for me as I hung above the bed, with my bonds of captivity tightening more and more as my weight hung unmoving.
Celeste, Dominique and Auntie had their way with me again and again throughout the night. Every orifice on my body except my ears was plugged, probed and stretched to its limits as the girls experimented with their toys. I thought I would get some relief as they fell asleep, but I was wrong for one of them was always awake and when she found something that turned her on she would arouse the others and they would all join in!
Morning came at last!!! But I was left hanging in my misery, completely ravished, as the ladies refreshed themselves. Finally I was released and allowed the luxury of a warm bath and a light breakfast. Had to keep my energy up you know!!!! Fat chance thought I, to myself as I drug along through my routine tasks. Auntie reprimanded me several times for my sluggishness and told me to shape up or they would sell me to the Arabs and be put into a harem!!!!!! Could it be worse then my present plight, I wondered. I stumbled and dropped a tray of glasses which put Auntie into a snit! She flew into a tantrum, attached a leash to my collar and pulled me off the whipping post downstairs.
She was in such a bad mood, probably because she did not get much sleep last night! My arms were stretched high above my head and cuffed to the top of the post forcing me to stand on my very tip toes. A wide belt was locked about my waist causing my body to hug the post as if I was welded to it. To make matters worse Auntie drew my ankles forward to either side of the post and tied them there with thin cord that bit ever so deeply into my latex stockings, proving that they offered very little, if any, protection to my skin. I virtually hung from my wrists, drooling through my gag as I watched Auntie gather up an assortment of whips, straps, paddles, crops and switches. I closed my eyes and moaned softly through the gag as my Mistress lifted my latex mini skirt and clipped it high above my waist exposing my bare butt!
Auntie selected a limber willow switch for her entree into my torment. She laid three thin welts across my ass before I knew what was happening! Dropping the switch, she picked up a paddle and beat a rapid fire tattoo over my cheeks. I literally pounded my head against the post as the pain surged up my back. Begging for mercy, I blinked my tears away as my mumbled pleas fell on deaf ears. The crop followed the paddle and with amazing speed it rose and fell again and again. The strokes were so fast it was impossible for me to try and count them. And then the strap, oh the strap……..at first I thought the slap of the wide leather was soothing but soon it too had my ass aflame, ooooh how it burned! Time and again it rose and fell in a calculated rhythm.
Auntie was a Past Master in the art of using these punishing tools. She knew exactly how to time the strokes so that each one fell as my muscles relaxed from the previous stroke! My latex costume was flooded with perspiration as the heat of my ass raced through my body reaching even the tips of my fingers and toes. I hung limp near a swoon as Auntie uncoiled the lengthy whip. Her arm raised and I bit down hard on the gag as the loud CRACK!! echoed throughout the chamber. The whip snaked about my rigid torso ringing it with pain. The coil relaxed its grip on me and fell to the floor before Auntie snapped it back behind her. CRACK!! the whip popped again, this time circling my legs.
I screamed a silent scream and pumped my head back and forth as the sound of the cruel whip echoed about the walls leaving its marks on me wherever it fell. In her intense fury, Auntie did not miss an inch of my body as the whip hissed like a large snake coiling itself about me from head to toe. With the long whip, the Dominant worked slowly and surely taking measured aim with each stroke. The loud CRACKS! reached my ears a split second before the agony that followed. My legs hugged the post, almost obscenely as I steeled myself, anticipating the next flash of pain. Where would it fall? My legs?, Arms? Shoulders? Ass? Where? Where? The gag filling my mouth had proven in- effective as my moans and cries rose to match the tempo of the flailing lash.
While Auntie and I had been alone as she practiced her Magic, Celeste and Dominique now appeared in my misty eyes and stood watching the drama unfold. I must have fainted for I do not recall the torment coming to a halt. I recovered slowly still hanging from the whipping post as Celeste and Dominique were stripping the shreds of my torn and tattered costume from my helpless form. I was soaking wet, with my hair plastered to my head.
Auntie was nowhere to be seen. Celeste commented that she had never seen Auntie in such a foul mood. I almost feel sorry for the slut responded Dominique. We had better clean her up and get something on those cuts before she gets infected!! And we probably should do something with the tarts hair before Auntie sees it! You know how she hates a mess I know! Lets cut it off then we wont have to worry about it in the future. Good idea said Celeste.
The girls released me from the whipping post and laid me out on the floor. The astringent they smoothed over my body was soothing at first and then burned like mad arousing me from my stupor. My body was so stiff from the unmerciful treatment that I felt as though I was bound hand and foot for I could Hardly move. Lets put her in the chair stocks for the haircut one said and I was half carried and half dragged to the far corner of the room where I was placed on a crude wooden chair. It was hard to sit for my back ass and legs were sore and tender, but I had no choice as the wooden stocks held me firm. The device was simply designed and yet so captivating. My legs were held apart by the stock bolted to the lower front of the chair while wrists and head were locked in to the stock at the upper back. It seemed as though it was tailor made to my measurements for as the stocks were locked shut, the holes closed precisely about my limbs and neck with no gasp between my flesh and the beveled wooden edges!
With my head held rigidly erect, my hands were locked solidly almost a foot on either side of my face. Naturally there was no hope of escape for the latches were far beyond the reach of my fingers. Celeste told em that she was gong to remove the gag mask for the straps were covering part of my hair,but I was to hold the runner penis which would be placed in my mouth of my own volition for it would not be tied in. Woe unto me if I spit it out or dropped it! Also I was to keep my eyes closed at all times.
They both began at one time. I felt and heard the Snip, Snip of the scissors as they whacked at my hair. I could hardly believe what they were doing! Bunches of my long hair fell onto my lap. I dared not open my eyes and was in no position to resist.
Sitting helplessly erect, much like a Queen on her throne, I sobbed and sucked on the rubber phallus filling my mouth as my head was shorn. But that was not all! I soon learned that I was to be shaved also. For they rolled out a basin of water, a tube of shaving cream and two long straight razors. In an instant there was not a hair left on my head. I had never felt so nude in all my life! After completing their task, was released from the chair and sent to my room with my hands cuffed behind me.
Peeking into the mirror on the hall, I paused and admired the exotic looking image before me.
to be continued ……….
[image credit – Jim Weathers at BondageCafe.com]
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