F Campbell - Golden Wrists

“Only for a little while. It’s pretty bad for the first few hours.”

“Haven’t you found that being whipped the way you are, all those wonderful marks, lessens your authority?”

“You’re the only girl I’ve showed them to.”

“I know you’re finding me difficult.” Elizabeth Lord mused thoughtfully. “I mean, we’re equals, aren’t we? I’m not scared of you. There’s no need to chain me or put me in a cell. If I ran away, I’d defeat my own purpose in coming here.”

“But I can’t possibly allow you to run around free,” I said.

“Why not! Call me your assistant mistress or whatever you want. I’ll help you with the girls.”

“How can you help me with the girls if you’re standing in the pillory or hanging by you wrists or some of those other things your husband dreamed up. The best thing is for you to pack up and go home.”

“Do you want me to do that?”

“Hmmmmm ... Not really.”

“That’s settled then. I stay at Rockley and you make me scream the way my idiot man seems to wish. Perhaps you should whip me tomorrow. Is it much of a bother?”

She was as delicious as possible! I adored every inch of her firm breasts, taut belly, and curves. I plucked one of her pubic hairs from it’s roots to make her yelp and ask, still with interest, “Why did you do that?”

“Imagine yourself tied down tight with your legs well apart and someone with tweezers pulling out your hair, one at a time - does that pique your curiosity?”

“That’s nasty and disagreeable. Don’t talk about such things.”

“I have to talk about them if you stay here. Elizabeth, you’re crazy not to go home while you still can. Once Constance and Betty have incorporated you into life at Rockley, there’s no way I can let you go. If I did, it would be one more way to get myself some more of the marks you’re admiring.”

“Okay, okay! I’ve told you I’m not leaving, either now or later on. Do I have to be chained in a dungeon or is there some sort of badge I can wear?”

Elizabeth was going to be a handful, but a handful I didn’t wish to break or injure. I got a pair of handcuffs and dangled them in front of her nose. “How about these?” She was once more avidly curious. Taking my handcuffs, she explored their shinning surface almost hungrily.

“I’d feel silly with these on my wrists,” she admitted slowly. “But I guess they’re what the doctor ordered and I’ll wear them with pride. Will they defeat those dragons you mentioned a minute ago?”

“Not really. But if you’re very respectful to Constance and Betty, they’ll do for now. They’ll understand your sentiments about staying here because of your husband.”

“Marvelous! Put them on.” She held out her hands in sweet invitation.

“Not right now, I’m going to need those hands of yours. Come along.”

Elizabeth’s approach to the pillory was one of barely suppressed excitement without any trace of apprehension. She might be the lesbian of my dreams or a good actress. She might also be a masochist or a girl with a vivid sexual curiosity. She had me laughing, too, as I raised the yoke and she positioned her neck and wrists as though having done it every day of her life. When I lowered the yoke to make her prisoner, I could swear she sighed with happiness. So did I.

I stood back to allow us both to savor her imprisonment.

Elizabeth was turning her head this way and that even though it chaffed her captive neck. Her hands were equally active with the same result. Then she remarked, “I can’t possibly get loose, can I? You can keep me in this thing forever.”

“Do you find it frightening?”

“Not with you standing by. I’d hate to be alone.”

“Suppose I leave you here for a couple of hours?”

“I can’t argue, can I? But I’d rather you didn’t.”

She cocked a laughing eyebrow. “This pillory isn’t all... Is it? There’s something else?”

I took the yellow cane from the wall and let her have a good look. I flexed it back and forth before holding it to her lips. “Kiss it.”

Elizabeth kissed the damned thing as if she were kissing me. It was almost a love affair. “You’re not going to whip me with that thing.” she said. “You know. If that’s what you’ve got in mind, I’d sooner pass.”

I wasn’t sure the normal ‘six of the best’ would do much good. I was dealing with a female so heavily sexed I’d probably have to strip her a dozen times to make contact. Without further conversation I cut with the cane across Elizabeth’s gorgeous bottom six times as hard as I could. When I came around the pillory, feeling a bitch. I saw only a naked girl who had made a tremendous discovery. “Darling, I almost climaxed, you should have given me a couple more. Be a dear girl and finish me off with your finger? Please?” Elizabeth was still in charge. I did as she asked, more because I wanted to than by her command. But the command was there and unmistakable. “You’ve only had the beginning, darling,” I told her gently when she ceased to pant and moan, “I’m afraid there’s more to come.”

“You mean you intend to cane my seat some more!”

“I really think you need it.” I patted her bottom. “Somehow I’ve got to make you understand you don’t order me around.”

Elizabeth was shifting around against her imprisoned neck and wrists. She was also raising and lowering one foot, her voice was heavy with reason. “If my seat has to be caned again, I’ll climax for sure, Be a darling and watch for the signs and sounds and make sure you thrash me as hard as you can when the moment comes.” Her voice was vibrant with shared knowledge, She was utterly mine but I knew also I was hers. I delivered her second six in a vicious determination to compel her to see me as I was. But my flesh was aberrant and I was compelled to add two truly awful strokes to accommodate Elizabeth’s twisting and moaning within the pillory. I had given her fourteen truly awful strokes across her bottom but was not the least bit sure she had felt a single one. At least not in the way I had meant them.

The aftermath of orgasm is a very private time for a girl. While she hovers in the never-never land of ecstasy it is kind to let her dreams come true. I slipped away, leaving Elizabeth Lord held tight in the solid oak of the pillory and unaware of my going. I decided I would leave her there a while and allow her to experience the anxieties of someone thus captive and alone. I was all too aware of an attraction between us which might prove an embarrassment. Elizabeth was here to be punished and I had little doubt the most potent part of that punishment would be to find herself upon a common level with the other inmates among whom she would stand out as different. Running across Constance, I directed her to release Elizabeth in two hours time, handcuff her, and place her in the big cage. Since I was robbed of my office with Elizabeth there in the pillory, I went downstairs to extract from among resentful delinquents, the next maiden on my list for Rockley’s unkind attention.

I have to admit to a breathless delight in surveying the prisoners behind the bars. Their captivity, their nakedness, along with handcuffed wrists was still new and quite incredible. Only a few of the prisoners accepted the shinning steel which joined their hands, most were still tugging fretfully in a stunned disbelief, Since they no longer saw me as an avenue of escape, they did not bother to approach the bars but stayed exactly as they were, sitting on the floor, talking in animated groups, or isolated pairs. As a slow introduction to what Rockley held for them, I had instructed my aides to use any slightest excuse or expedient to punish and condemn by taking the innocent young hands from front to back where they became much more helpless. The mixture made a pretty picture.