When I was naked he chained me to a wheel about four feet tall by eighteen inches wide. I was face up and when he operated the winch to tighten my chains. I could feel the vertebras in my back separating and my joints coming apart and began to scream. He told me I could scream all I wanted to. He could have a house full of guests and they wouldn't be able to hear me. Then he turned it off and left me there in great pain while he and Mindy went into another room.
It seemed like hours as my pain increased by the minute until I heard his voice.
"Since you are in a dungeon I decided we should dress for the part."
I turned my head to see a frightening sight.
He was wearing tight leather pants with a studded belt and a leather hood over his head. Mindy was wearing a black leather bra with holes in it that were compressing her breasts to round hard balls. There were lead weights on chains attached to her nipples with toothed clamps. She wore black leather panties and was carrying an evil looking whip with nine tightly braided strands tipped with small lead balls.
He said, "You can see that Mindy is in pain from the clamps on her nipples. That is so she will not feel guilty about hurting you. When this is over you will never consider giving punishment without my permission."
She had an evil look on her face as she listened to directions.
"Give her twenty lashes evenly spaced from her breasts to mid thigh. I will control the cadence."
Mindy got into position and Mr. Marker said,
"One."
The pain to my breasts was more than I could have ever imagined. At "Three" she knocked the wind out of me with a lash to my stomach by "Five" I was so lost in pain I could not hear the count. At some period when she was starting back to my breasts from my thighs I mercifully lost consciousness in spite of the fact my head was lowered by the curve of the wheel.
I woke lying on a rubber sheet on my bed. My body was on fire and I was oozing blood from several places. I tried to get up to get into a cold tub when I discovered my hands and feet were tied to the posts of the bed. I began to yell, "Help. Please help me."
Mindy came through the door, I hoped for sympathy, only to hear her say,
"Oh I am glad you are awake before the pain went away. I will be back in an hour to put cold towels and salve on you. Until then you can endure the pain. This will teach you to hurt me for no reason. You will never hit me again unless I agree to it or Mr. Marker orders it. I hope you screw up again. Mr Marker was so excited by your whipping he was able to fuck me until I had great orgasms."
I realized at that point we no longer had a mother daughter relationship. We were now just rivals for his attention. She slammed the door and I spent the longest hour of my life as my body continued to burn and throb.
Finally she came in and put cold towels on me and rubbed on the salve. It felt so good I could almost forgive her for what she had done. but she didn't untie me. In a little while I called out the fact I had to go to the bathroom since I had drunk almost a quart of water Mindy had held for me. She came back in to tell me that if I had to piss to go ahead. That was the reason for the rubber sheet. They left me there till late Sunday night. By that time I had a rash on my thighs, butt, and back from lying in my urine. I ran immediately to the toilet as I had become determined I would not lay in shit even if I burst.
She added more salve to my cuts and the rash on my back then put handcuffs on me and led me downstairs. Mr. Marker was waiting for us in the bar at the swimming pool.
"I hope you have learned your lesson. Give Mindy a kiss for all the effort she made. The poor thing was sweating like a horse by the time she had finished with you."
I looked at her with pure hate in my eyes but leaned forward to kiss her on the lips.
"No that is not where you kiss someone when you are grateful. Get on your knees."
They must have discussed this because when I was on my knees she backed up to me holding the cheeks of her ass apart to reveal her puckered ass- hole. I hesitated in humiliation and heard,
"Well?"
I saw there was no hope and gave it a quick kiss.
"No." Mindy growled, "French kiss it."
It was gross! I swear she never bothered to wipe her ass the last time she shit. I could taste it and had to stick my tongue in it several times till she was satisfied the kiss was long and deep enough.
"Very good. Why don't you get in the pool, it may help."
I got in it up to my neck. While the cool soothing water was swirling around my body I watched Mindy lick and suck on Mr. Marker's dick and balls till he grabbed her head and forced his dick down her throat to come. She didn't choke and I wondered how much she had practiced to manage that feat.
I was really feeling sorry for myself. I realized that I was in a very luxurious trap and I didn't know what to do. The idea of going back to the kind of life I had before meeting Mr. Marker made me ill. I also knew that if I left I would lose Mindy because she would never give up this lifestyle. Especially now that Mr. Marker had put her in a position of authority over me. I was really looking forward to the trip to Brazil and as the pain started going away I decided that the pain no matter how bad was worth it. I convinced myself that I had deserved the punishment since he had made it plain I was bot to hurt Mindy without his permission and resolved to control myself better. I was very grateful when Mindy and Mr. Marker helped me out of the pool and took off my cuffs to tell me how brave I was, kissed and hugged me and said I could sleep till noon if I wanted to Monday. Mindy would wait on me hand and foot. Mr Marker said he would put off letter writing and accounting till I was ready to go back to work. His answering service would get the phone if he was on another call and he could do his own faxing.
The next morning Mindy was extra nice. She woke me at ten to say she would make breakfast when I was ready and when I said I was ready to get up she gave me a shampoo, washed me in the shower and gave me a long massage while she put on more salve. I heal very fast. By noon I had no pain at all and the only bad bruises I had were where the lead tips of the whip had landed.
I went to work the next morning partially in fear he would discover how little he needed me. He was very nice to me the rest of the week. I am not sure if he felt guilty over how badly I was hurt or he respected the fact I did not complain. He had me dress in more conservative clothes so he could take me to lunches in the best restaurants and did not punish me for my mistakes. By then I had convinced my self I had deserved my terrible punishment and actually felt grateful he had not made it worse.
Finally on friday I brought the bills to him and he found I had transposed the numbers which made the bill much less than it should have been. He just asked me to re-do it. I was shocked at the amount of money he would have lost if he had not caught the mistake. I had done a terrible thing especially since he had been so nice. I wanted to pay for it.
"Mr. Marker. If you had not noticed my mistake the error would have cost you hundreds of dollars. I will feel guilty all weekend if you don't punish me for it. I deserve at least twenty lashes."
"I don't want you to feel guilty. But your marks are nearly gone and I don't want to add more as we are having guests on Sunday. I will use the lightest whip."