F Campbell - Golden Wrists

Valerie rose and looked down at me in grave appraisal until finally she smiled and used her key to free my wrists from the steel. I accepted a cup of coffee gratefully.

“He’s got you trained, hasn’t he?” she said with a touch of admiration. “I’m going to enjoy you. Your obedience is actually a new dimension I’ll explore. You do understand I’m going to punish you again?”

“Yes, of course. But first let me finish this coffee?”

She gave me lots of time to drink. When I was done she watched as I examined my pussy to make sure there was no damage from Percy’s teeth and claws. I was pretty much used to being seen naked by now and didn’t mind much. Fleetingly I wondered if my enslavement would ever end.

I was in no hurry to go on to number two and sat contentedly enough while Valerie Latimer told me of things she had done to other girls at other times, tales of horror or levity which I listened to in a mixture of laughter and shock. I wasn’t even sure she was telling the truth. Percy curled up on the floor and slept.

Valerie must have spent a lot of money. All her heavy stuff was on castors and could be wheeled back and forth with ease. I helped her roll Percy’s box into a store room and replace it with a massive “X” affair I didn’t like the look of.

“You can figure this one out ahead of time,” Valerie said as she busied herself with straps and the placement of an initial step on which I was told to stand. “Up you go, dear. I’ll strap your wrists first and then the rest will be easy.”

Standing on the step I watched with interest as leather straps bit snugly at my wrists and were buckled tight behind the stout timber. First one and then the other of my hands were immobilized. And then the straps did the same service for my elbows. Every bond was neatly contrived to be fastened out of sigh leaving only the smooth band of leather deeply indented within my flesh. When a broad width of leather buckled around the narrowest portion of my waist, I was fixed for sure!

I made an involuntary cry as the step was jerked away from my feet, to leave me suspended in the clutch of the cross and bit of straps. But, so cleverly were the straps contrived, that my weight was equally carried everywhere except on my legs. First my left ankle was tugged out to one side, strapped there, and then my left knee strapped to that member of the “X”. Then my right, leaving me with legs widely spread and a pussy wide open for inspection or anything else. I looked at the sleeping Percy and wondered if he could be invited to climb my legs. I could not move.

“It’s an interesting bit of bondage,” Valerie commented casually.

“You do have the most delightfully shaped sex, neat and tidy, and very, very female. Let’s see how it’s reacting to the stretch.”

There was nothing I could do to prevent the palming and kneading of that portion of myself. I was evidently reacting satisfactorily, for when she held her hand for me to see, it was wet. Miss Valerie Latimer compelled me to lick it dry. “If Percy enjoyed it, why shouldn’t you?” Her voice was deliciously mocking.

With my mistress once more reclining in her chair to once more focus on my sex, and whatever else there was about me she enjoyed. I began to feel in luck. Being bound as I was was severe and I was helpless, there was also the knowledge that my widely stretched legs were going to hurt before too long. I could already feel the stress in my legs. Her majesty began to chat, her tone pleasantly informal as though I, too, were reclining in a chair instead of being tautly stretched upon a massive wooden frame. “I want you to think about tomorrow, Diane. I said I’ll whip you, and I will. Is it traumatic for you or something you can cope with?”

“I manage to live, if that’s what you want to know,” I said without enthusiasm. “Every time I’m whipped I know I’m going to die, but I never do. I suppose I’ve never been well and truly flogged, that would be traumatic for sure! Mistress, please don’t whip me.”

“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.