14-01-2020, 03:15 AM
Kelly ordered me to stand and present. "Follow Sam's instructions as she prepares you for your flogging."
"My Flogging? That's what they did on sailing ships to punish sailors. What the hell is she going to do to me?" I thought. I am sure that Kelly saw the fear on my face but did not say anything. She simply turned away and walked off the stage without looking back.
Sam told me to keep my fingers locked behind my neck and helped me move to a point near center stage. Once there, she connected my wrist cuffs to the ends of a three-foot-long spreader bar that she placed over my shoulders. After telling me to remain in place, she went to the rear of the stage where, much to my surprise, she actuated a switch that turned on a motor in the ceiling, dropping a chain to a spot just above my head. She attached this chain to the center of the spreader bar then reversed the motor slowly raising the bar and my arms. She didn't stop until I was forced to stand on my toes. The ankle cuffs were removed, followed by the nylons and garter belt.
The coup de grace was next. She tied ropes to my ankle cuffs. The other ends of the ropes were threaded through eyebolts hidden under small trapdoors on the stage floor, about the same distance apart as the spreader bar. When she pulled the ropes through the eyebolts, my feet followed, all the way to the eyebolts. Once the ropes were tied off, I was barely able to touch the floor with my toes. I was suspended in the form of the letter X.
Kelly walked back onto the stage and stood facing me. The first thing I noticed was that she was now wearing a white gossamer gown like Sam's. Her cincture, however, was white instead of black. I also saw that she was barefoot. In her hand she held what looked like a bunch of strips of material attached to a short handle. "I am sure, my pet, that when I said I was going to flog you, I scared the wits out of you, because I don't think you know what flogging is in B&D. You probably thought about a single strand whip causing harsh stripes as it connects with your back. That would have been true in what was corporal punishment. Some folks engaged in S&M still do that to create pain for the sake of pain, which is OK as long as one knows how to use it. In my group, we do not use a whip, but, as you have already witnessed, the cane might be used for punishment.
"In sane BDSM circles, flogging can be anything from a light to heavy whipping depending on the type of flogger and how it is used. While a flogging can be used as punishment, that is not the normal intent for most BDSM participants. I am sure that there are people in the scene that will not agree with what I am telling you, but it is what my group believes in and follows.
"I prefer using a flogger to create sensuous pain because I think the sensation is spread over one's body and increases in intensity the longer one is whipped. I want to build the endorphins in the person I am flogging to the maximum. The flogger is not as painful as a single or multi-strand whip and doesn't damage the skin or leave lasting marks. Any flogger can be damaging when used incorrectly or in the hands of the wrong person, however. This particular flogger is light and soft. It is made from wide deerskin strips. As I use it on you, you skin will gradually heat up to a nice glow. I know of cases where subs passed out from a flogging and in other cases, they achieved climax. I will insure that you will do neither tonight, but I do intend to take you deep into subspace. Since you are new to this you need to know that I have had extensive experience on both ends of the flogger, so, rest assured that I do know how to use it properly.
"Initially, you will receive a slap approximately once every three to four seconds. Later, they will be more frequent because both Sam and I will be hitting you at the same time. I promise that, at a minimum, nearly every part of your body, from knees to neck, front and back, will be covered. Sam and I will take turns because your session is going to be long. I, we, intend to build slowly in intensity, until I have decided you have reached your limit. You are now released from total silence."
The best way that I can describe the blows was a light "thud." The thuds continued as Kelly struck me in a steady rhythm. After a dozen or so strokes, she would switch off with Sam and vice versa. When it was Sam's turn, the pleasant thing was that Kelly would stand in front of me and touch my (her) cunt and kiss my nipples. When Kelly used the flogger to work on my breasts and abdomen, I welcomed the change and was happy to look at her loving smile as she wielded the instrument. I could feel the heat that was building up on my skin. When I looked down, I saw that my breasts were red as if sunburned. The sensory feelings increased tremendously as she took me more and more deeply into myself. I started to crave the feeling that she was forging within me. I realized that a strange sense of tranquility was settling over me when suddenly Sam attacked me from behind. They were whipping me simultaneously.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggg!" I screamed from the initial surprise, rather than from any pain because Sam had swung her flogger upwards, between my legs, contacting with my pussy and pubic bone. Kelly immediately responded by bringing her flogger up between my legs from the front. I quickly realized they were going to alternate strokes from both sides. When the fever pitch of my sexual being rose towards the top and I knew I was going to climax, they suddenly stopped. I was so close I almost started begging Kelly to let me cum. Nothing else really mattered to me at this moment. I was almost angry when they didn't continue. I knew I could climax if they would just keep whipping my cunt, and I was so turned on that I wanted to cum that way.
Kelly knew exactly what I was thinking. She moved close to me and kissed my lips softly. "Does my baby want to cum?" she asked. I nodded violently. "Don't worry, little one, you will get your wish soon. There is one additional trial that you must first endure. I want to know how you react to heavy pain.
"The cane, please, Sam." What little they could, my shoulders sank in resignation with the knowledge about what was to happen. Sam's welts were still vivid on her ass. I was about to bear the same kind of marks. Had I not been bound in suspension, I know my body would have crashed into a pile on the floor.
Kelly held the instrument to my lips. It was an exact duplicate of the one she used on Kelly. For all I knew, it could have been the same one. "Kiss it, pet." I was sure I wouldn't be able to bear it, especially if she used it on my already bruised ass. Yet, I knew that was the only place my body could take it.
Kelly stood behind me and touched my butt with the tip of the cane. Sam was in front of me and smiling. "She knows what is going to happen to me," I thought. "How can she possibly smile like that?" In my mind I called her a bitch.
Kelly swung the cane through the air. I reacted to the "swoosh" sound by attempting to push my midsection forward while, at the same time, tightening my buttocks. The blow didn't land. She swung her instrument several more times until I finally failed to react to the sound. She wanted me to be relaxed when it landed, and land it did.
I am sure that anyone driving down the street heard my scream. The line of fire that crossed the base of my buttocks was like nothing I had ever experienced before. "How could she do this to me? Damn her anyhow!" I thought, coming close to screaming at her. For the first time, I thought about using my safe word.
The searing pain of that initial strike slowly enveloped my genitals in an unbelievable sexual conflagration. I could not believe that I could experience continued arousal while enduring such pain. The dichotomy of the situation was not believable, yet I was living proof it did exist. The second stroke was as severe as the first. I cried out again. I didn't care that Sam had remained silent during her ordeal. It effin hurt!
I had closed my eyes and was waiting for the next stroke when I felt someone grab the back of my legs and plant their lips on my cunt. Since Sam had been in front of me, I thought she would be the one I would see when I opened my eyes and looked down. Instead, I saw the top of Kelly's head. She literally attacked the seat of my sex with her mouth and tongue. It only took seconds to take me over the top. As I climaxed, Sam added two well-placed strokes with the cane just below the ones Kelly had inflicted. There is no doubt in my mind that those two blistering stripes increased the pleasure I received from the most intense climax of my entire life. I've heard that some women pass out from climaxes. I didn't, but I think I was close.
When I finally returned to reality, two pair of lips were sucking on my hard nipples. As they sensed movement in my body, Kelly looked up. Somehow, I managed to return her broad smile with a grin. I swear that I noticed an aching in my arm muscles. It had to have been caused by the tension created through hanging and the intense climax.
They finally started releasing me.
Sam loosened the rope connecting my left ankle cuff to the eyebolt in the floor while Kelly worked on the right one. I thought that, when they finished, I would be lowered to the floor. 'T'was not to be. Each threaded their rope through the eyebolts at the ends of the spreader bar and pulled on their respective rope until my ankles were against my wrists. I was bent nearly in half, my legs spread obscenely wide. I could see my bare cunt, and the audience, which also had a perfect view of my cunt and ass. My blood-filled pussy lips could not have been more exposed. I might have considered my previous nearly-naked state as being somewhat obscene since everyone else was dressed, but this position was REALLY obscene. I couldn't imagine what Kelly intended to do with or to me.
"My Flogging? That's what they did on sailing ships to punish sailors. What the hell is she going to do to me?" I thought. I am sure that Kelly saw the fear on my face but did not say anything. She simply turned away and walked off the stage without looking back.
Sam told me to keep my fingers locked behind my neck and helped me move to a point near center stage. Once there, she connected my wrist cuffs to the ends of a three-foot-long spreader bar that she placed over my shoulders. After telling me to remain in place, she went to the rear of the stage where, much to my surprise, she actuated a switch that turned on a motor in the ceiling, dropping a chain to a spot just above my head. She attached this chain to the center of the spreader bar then reversed the motor slowly raising the bar and my arms. She didn't stop until I was forced to stand on my toes. The ankle cuffs were removed, followed by the nylons and garter belt.
The coup de grace was next. She tied ropes to my ankle cuffs. The other ends of the ropes were threaded through eyebolts hidden under small trapdoors on the stage floor, about the same distance apart as the spreader bar. When she pulled the ropes through the eyebolts, my feet followed, all the way to the eyebolts. Once the ropes were tied off, I was barely able to touch the floor with my toes. I was suspended in the form of the letter X.
Kelly walked back onto the stage and stood facing me. The first thing I noticed was that she was now wearing a white gossamer gown like Sam's. Her cincture, however, was white instead of black. I also saw that she was barefoot. In her hand she held what looked like a bunch of strips of material attached to a short handle. "I am sure, my pet, that when I said I was going to flog you, I scared the wits out of you, because I don't think you know what flogging is in B&D. You probably thought about a single strand whip causing harsh stripes as it connects with your back. That would have been true in what was corporal punishment. Some folks engaged in S&M still do that to create pain for the sake of pain, which is OK as long as one knows how to use it. In my group, we do not use a whip, but, as you have already witnessed, the cane might be used for punishment.
"In sane BDSM circles, flogging can be anything from a light to heavy whipping depending on the type of flogger and how it is used. While a flogging can be used as punishment, that is not the normal intent for most BDSM participants. I am sure that there are people in the scene that will not agree with what I am telling you, but it is what my group believes in and follows.
"I prefer using a flogger to create sensuous pain because I think the sensation is spread over one's body and increases in intensity the longer one is whipped. I want to build the endorphins in the person I am flogging to the maximum. The flogger is not as painful as a single or multi-strand whip and doesn't damage the skin or leave lasting marks. Any flogger can be damaging when used incorrectly or in the hands of the wrong person, however. This particular flogger is light and soft. It is made from wide deerskin strips. As I use it on you, you skin will gradually heat up to a nice glow. I know of cases where subs passed out from a flogging and in other cases, they achieved climax. I will insure that you will do neither tonight, but I do intend to take you deep into subspace. Since you are new to this you need to know that I have had extensive experience on both ends of the flogger, so, rest assured that I do know how to use it properly.
"Initially, you will receive a slap approximately once every three to four seconds. Later, they will be more frequent because both Sam and I will be hitting you at the same time. I promise that, at a minimum, nearly every part of your body, from knees to neck, front and back, will be covered. Sam and I will take turns because your session is going to be long. I, we, intend to build slowly in intensity, until I have decided you have reached your limit. You are now released from total silence."
The best way that I can describe the blows was a light "thud." The thuds continued as Kelly struck me in a steady rhythm. After a dozen or so strokes, she would switch off with Sam and vice versa. When it was Sam's turn, the pleasant thing was that Kelly would stand in front of me and touch my (her) cunt and kiss my nipples. When Kelly used the flogger to work on my breasts and abdomen, I welcomed the change and was happy to look at her loving smile as she wielded the instrument. I could feel the heat that was building up on my skin. When I looked down, I saw that my breasts were red as if sunburned. The sensory feelings increased tremendously as she took me more and more deeply into myself. I started to crave the feeling that she was forging within me. I realized that a strange sense of tranquility was settling over me when suddenly Sam attacked me from behind. They were whipping me simultaneously.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggg!" I screamed from the initial surprise, rather than from any pain because Sam had swung her flogger upwards, between my legs, contacting with my pussy and pubic bone. Kelly immediately responded by bringing her flogger up between my legs from the front. I quickly realized they were going to alternate strokes from both sides. When the fever pitch of my sexual being rose towards the top and I knew I was going to climax, they suddenly stopped. I was so close I almost started begging Kelly to let me cum. Nothing else really mattered to me at this moment. I was almost angry when they didn't continue. I knew I could climax if they would just keep whipping my cunt, and I was so turned on that I wanted to cum that way.
Kelly knew exactly what I was thinking. She moved close to me and kissed my lips softly. "Does my baby want to cum?" she asked. I nodded violently. "Don't worry, little one, you will get your wish soon. There is one additional trial that you must first endure. I want to know how you react to heavy pain.
"The cane, please, Sam." What little they could, my shoulders sank in resignation with the knowledge about what was to happen. Sam's welts were still vivid on her ass. I was about to bear the same kind of marks. Had I not been bound in suspension, I know my body would have crashed into a pile on the floor.
Kelly held the instrument to my lips. It was an exact duplicate of the one she used on Kelly. For all I knew, it could have been the same one. "Kiss it, pet." I was sure I wouldn't be able to bear it, especially if she used it on my already bruised ass. Yet, I knew that was the only place my body could take it.
Kelly stood behind me and touched my butt with the tip of the cane. Sam was in front of me and smiling. "She knows what is going to happen to me," I thought. "How can she possibly smile like that?" In my mind I called her a bitch.
Kelly swung the cane through the air. I reacted to the "swoosh" sound by attempting to push my midsection forward while, at the same time, tightening my buttocks. The blow didn't land. She swung her instrument several more times until I finally failed to react to the sound. She wanted me to be relaxed when it landed, and land it did.
I am sure that anyone driving down the street heard my scream. The line of fire that crossed the base of my buttocks was like nothing I had ever experienced before. "How could she do this to me? Damn her anyhow!" I thought, coming close to screaming at her. For the first time, I thought about using my safe word.
The searing pain of that initial strike slowly enveloped my genitals in an unbelievable sexual conflagration. I could not believe that I could experience continued arousal while enduring such pain. The dichotomy of the situation was not believable, yet I was living proof it did exist. The second stroke was as severe as the first. I cried out again. I didn't care that Sam had remained silent during her ordeal. It effin hurt!
I had closed my eyes and was waiting for the next stroke when I felt someone grab the back of my legs and plant their lips on my cunt. Since Sam had been in front of me, I thought she would be the one I would see when I opened my eyes and looked down. Instead, I saw the top of Kelly's head. She literally attacked the seat of my sex with her mouth and tongue. It only took seconds to take me over the top. As I climaxed, Sam added two well-placed strokes with the cane just below the ones Kelly had inflicted. There is no doubt in my mind that those two blistering stripes increased the pleasure I received from the most intense climax of my entire life. I've heard that some women pass out from climaxes. I didn't, but I think I was close.
When I finally returned to reality, two pair of lips were sucking on my hard nipples. As they sensed movement in my body, Kelly looked up. Somehow, I managed to return her broad smile with a grin. I swear that I noticed an aching in my arm muscles. It had to have been caused by the tension created through hanging and the intense climax.
They finally started releasing me.
Sam loosened the rope connecting my left ankle cuff to the eyebolt in the floor while Kelly worked on the right one. I thought that, when they finished, I would be lowered to the floor. 'T'was not to be. Each threaded their rope through the eyebolts at the ends of the spreader bar and pulled on their respective rope until my ankles were against my wrists. I was bent nearly in half, my legs spread obscenely wide. I could see my bare cunt, and the audience, which also had a perfect view of my cunt and ass. My blood-filled pussy lips could not have been more exposed. I might have considered my previous nearly-naked state as being somewhat obscene since everyone else was dressed, but this position was REALLY obscene. I couldn't imagine what Kelly intended to do with or to me.
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