She was led into the room. Shuffling her feet. They were not bound, just her wrists. Her feet were free and cuffed but the blindfold covered her eyes and made her trepidatious.
"Secure her" said Madame A.
Ms. B and Ms. C were more than happy to comply.
Her arms were held above her and secured to the St. Andrew cross. Legs spread open and locked into place.
"Please no. I can't do this." she whimpered into the dark.
Madame A whispered in her ear, "You can and you will." With that A removed the blindfold and commanded, "Look at us! "
"Watch us," A said a little more softly.
Ms B held a flogger with long tails in her hand and cracked them menacingly. Ms C held something in her hand that was harder to discern, a chain of sorts that didn't exactly look like a chain, too many extensions.
Ms B swatted her pussy with the flogger. "NO! Not until I tell you," Madame A commanded.
Clearly there was a hierarchy. Madame was in charge. We were her puppets. All of us. Serving her.
Madame came closer to her. Madame A grabbed her by the face and pulled her in. The kiss was forceful and compelling, not gentle and reassuring as she had hoped. Her arms locked over her head ached.
"Look, pet. Look who I've brought with me." With Madame's finger still on her chin, her face was directed to the darkest corner of the room. There he was. Madame's beloved. He sat in the corner and she could just barely make out his silhouette. The puff of the cigar lit a portion of his body. She could hear the gentle chuckle as she absorbed the darkened figure. Canadian whiskey in one hand, the cigar in the other. Each arm on the length of the chair. Any chance of merciful escape was dashed.
"Proceed," he deemed. A slight nod of his head to the orchestrator of the night's events.
"Fuck you," Madame laughed. "I will proceed as I wish." With that Madame moved that hand to clasp the throat of her, squeeze tightly then move to her breasts. "Ms C, please proceed." Madame pinched her nipple to make it hard for Ms C.
Ms C moved closer. "May I?" she inquired of Madame? "You may," was the reply.. With that Ms C leaned down to suck both nipples in turn to hard, little nubs. Ms C moved a hand between her legs and with a single stroke, went from her ass to her clit. She couldn't help but moan and move her hips ever so slightly forward, wanting more.
"Now, now," chuckled Madame. "This is not the time for that."
Madame kissed her hard, one last time.
Ms C knelt before her. Her nipples were hard. She was wet. What more could be demanded of her?
Ms C came closer and sucked her clit from base to tip, making her moan and writhe. Suddenly the gentleness was gone. Ms C moved and manipulated. "Unnhhhhhh," she uttered at the clamp attached to her swollen clit. Ever so slowly, Ms C twisted it harder. Ms C move up and attached each additional clasp to both nipples.
*deep breaths*
"I will hear no more from you," Madame said softly and strapped a ball gag around her neck pulling tightly in her mouth.
With that, Madame and Ms C pulled away. "Now!" commanded Madame. Ms B flung the flogger straight between her legs. Her cries were muffled by the gag. *It is just as well* thought Madame. *This is the beginning, not the end.*
The blows came in a flurry. Across her breasts, bound by the clamps. Across her stomach, bare and exposed. Between her legs, swollen with the third clamp pressing down on her. The flogging made her whimper and whine.
"May I?" Ms C grinned mischievously at Madame. "You may". Madame declared.
********FUCK******** she screamed into the gag and in her head. Did the clamps being removed hurt so much more than when being applied?????
Ms C knelt before her lathing her with the tongue on her clit.
Ms B promptly placed her lips around each breast in turn.
"Release her." declared Madame. And Ms B moved to the cuffs that held her wrists. Ms C clicked and released each ankle in turn.
"Pet?" she inquired as she removed the gag.
"Yes, Madame?" she was breathless. The pleasure and pain bringing her to the brink without release.
"Are you ready?"
Her mind screamed *Hell yes!** and she fell to her knees.
Slowly she crawled to the unlit corner. The faint light of the cigar still burned. He had watched it all and knew Madame would not disappoint. He wasn't there to serve, he was there to be serviced. As Madame wished.
"Come here, baby." he coerced. Trepidatiously she move closer. Arms from above her head, legs spread out and secured, flogged, sucked, clamped, painful still. Yet she moved forward. "Please?" she was pleading. She turned to Madame, "Please?"
"You may," she ordained.
With that permission, she positioned her mouth low. To the base of his shaft just above his balls. Drew her tongue along the vein and moaned. The taste was exquisite. She moved down again and took each ball into her mouth in turn. He was pulsating.
"Yes, baby" he whispered. "Now".
She moved upward. Suddenly she felt the sting of the spiked paddle!!! **What in the ever loving hell was happening?*
In a daze she continued, pleasuring him while she received blow after blow. Her ass pained. The strikes of the paddle hitting her pussy.
She fervently sucked him. Up and down. Slowly, then faster in rhythm with the blows.
She heard him cum before she felt it in the back of her throat. Swallowing every last drop.
"Good girl".
That is all she needed.
