“Well, well, you really don’t like it! Are you sure you don’t secrete for the first few strokes? I’ll bet you do?”
“Well, all right, so I secrete before I start to scream.”
“Tell me the various ways you’ve been bound for your whippings. I really am interested.” Valerie was a sleek cat, hungry for eroticism, seeking the pain of girls. She had shown me a streak of kindness in between and I could not be sure what was the dominant factor in her temperament. I was about to tell of being strung up by my wrists when something truly awful happened. The cross to which I was tightly strapped suddenly made a ninety degree turn to leave me fastened horizontally instead of upright. I cried out in alarm but was soothed by Valerie’s amused explanation. “The axis is controlled by a motor and a timer. It will flip you every so often, I won’t tell you how often. But it will be something for you to look forward to. Eventually you’ll rotate around and come up to where you started. After that you start another revolution. Naturally, I intend to watch.”
“It frightened me. And don’t you realize the next flip will put me upside down! I’ll die!”
“That dying bit is a fallacy, Diane. It might kill a seventy-five year old, but you could stand it for an hour or more. I left one girl strapped upside down an hour and a half once. There were no ill effects.” She laughed at my visible apprehension. “And how do you know you will be upside down? The mechanism is set to sometimes tilt you the opposite direction from the last time. It’ s a beautifully versatile ordeal, particularly adapted to young ladies who have their sex stretched wide open in full view. Gosh, you’re delightful !”
Valerie was undoubtedly sexual and I was half expecting the insertion of a dildo within my pussy which must indeed seem to plead for such attention. Mistress’ reflections continued as though everything was normal “I’ve got a compact model of a rack in the storeroom, dear. The name has a fearsome sound and evokes most appalling visions. Mine works electrically the same as the machine you’re fixed to right now. Perhaps we should try it sometime. Not enough to dislocate anything but to give you a chance to boast to having been on the rack. A girl changes shape entirely when she’s on it. You’ll see what I mean. By the way, did you ever read the story of Beatrica? The poor girl fell pray to the Italian Inquisition and was questioned under the influence of the what they used to call ‘the cord’. They simply tied the poor creature’s hands behind her back and raised her up by them high enough so that when they suddenly released the rope she fell as a dead weight which was suddenly stopped short to cause her arms to be dislocated from their sockets and for her to hang suspended in what must have been considerable agony. The story had it that a doctor was in attendance and when she was released, he relocated her shoulders so it could be done to her again on the following day. And the day after that... Would you like to try that?”
“Please don’t talk, of such things. I don’t believe you’re like that at all. And anyway it would make such a mess s of a girl you wouldn’t enjoy her afterwards.” My heart was thumping hard at the pictures she evoked.
Whatever it was my mistress said next was lost to me because the damned machine flipped me again and I found myself well and truly upside down, my hair falling towards the floor and my strapped feet upward. I was gasping for breath in disbelief. Being strapped upside down like I was is hard to describe. Everything is absolutely wrong. I don’t suppose I hung much more than right way up, but I thought I did and that’s what counts. I tried hard to struggle without success. I even tried to touch the floor with my hands. And I realized just how much my open pussy was exposed. It was perfectly positioned for any attention Valerie might wish to do to it. Carelessly Valerie Latimer rose and walked to me. First her fingers teased my pussy, thrilling and exciting nerves all along my most sensitive parts. Then her fingers stroked my clit, lightly, just enough to evoke the most delightful shivers down my spine. Suddenly her head was bent over me and her tongue lapping my wide open sex.
Quickly she brought me upwards towards a climax, expertly toying with my sex while her strong hands gripped my bottom cheeks and dug their fingernails in. Her work was quick and sure and I was soon teetering on the brink of an intense orgasm.
As suddenly as she had begun, she backed off and resumed her seat. I strained my body, aching for the return of that velvet tongue. But it did net return and I ached in frustration. It was truly amazing how fast I could work up to another orgasm after having had one in Percy’s box just a short time before. But I’ve heard that some women can hit multiple orgasms, one right after another. Anyway, her leaving me so close to the pleasure of satisfaction but not allowing me to reach it was torture of a different kind. I was thankful, after I cooled down a bit, that Hugo and Uncle Andrew were not inclined to such tortures It was very frustrating and shaming. I had never been driven so close to an orgasm by another girl’s tongue before. It was wonderful and terrible at the same time, I found myself wishing she would shove a dildo inside me to finish the job her tongue had begun.
“Please...” was all I whispered but that plea was ignored.
Valerie continued watching the contortions of my face. I hated my hair hanging down and the strange shape my breasts assumed under the wrong influence of gravity. I could well believe a girl would die if held like this long enough. I said so but was soothed by Valerie’s silken voice, “Don’t’ be silly, Diane. I’ve already told you of the experiments I’ve done, and I wouldn’t do this to you if it was dangerous. It’s simply something for you to suffer and a delight for me to watch. If you keep on complaining. I’ll whip your upturned pussy. Of course,” she mused, “that would probably drive you right into a climax, but we all have our little crosses to bear.”
It wasn’t until a long time later that I realized she had made a pun.
“Don’t you realize you’re beautifully stretched little pussy cat is positively begging for the lash? I have the nicest leather whip made just for that place.”
I shuddered. I was trembling in fear and getting small comfort from Valerie’s reassurances. I tried hard to not think of a whip crashing down between my thighs. I longed most ardently that the damned machine would give me one more flip. When it finally happened, my position wasn’t upright but horizontal and much better than being upside down. When the flip after that arrived. I found myself upright again and very thankful for it. I could have cried with gratitude, but my mistress had something else to say.
“You’ve had one full turn, dear, so you know there’s nothing to be scared about. I’m going to leave you alone for a while and I want you to count the turns you make while I’m gone. I want you to count every one and thank me for them when I come back.”
Strangely she kissed my nipples and went away. For a while I could swear my breasts were burning from her lips.
It was a hateful punishment, nothing to be thankful for at all, even during those times when I was vertical I was still a helpless prisoner anticipation the next flip. It was horrible but I will have to admit I did not suffer a single hurt. Only some bad times.
“I’ve been thinking about that obedience thing of yours, it intrigues me,” Valerie Latimer said as she set me free. “Anyone is foolish to believe a mature mind can fail to savor the agonies of decision you must endure every time you do as you are told. What you say we both go out to dinner?”
Once more Valerie was being kind amid the cruelties. But I said, “Yes, that would be lovely.” By that time I’d grown up enough to acquire a captive’s realization of the benefit of half a loaf as opposed to no bread. If I could get an hour or two of happiness in a public place instead of being chained or locked in a cage, or tightly bound with hurting ropes, I’d be crazy to refuse. I really was grateful. The afternoon hadn’t been all that much fun and tomorrow was tomorrow and far away. As though to reassure myself, I asked. “You’ll let me be really and truly free? Not even handcuffs?”