F. Campbell - Slave Girl and the lash

"You'll have to tell me what you want me to do, Dina."

"I want to explore cruelty and sexuality, Euphemia. I won't use those other names." She grinned confidingly. "I'm trembling with eagerness. You're so… so… female! Those are whipmarks, aren't they?"

"Yes. I've been whipped a lot lately."

"Is that a hint to me not to! I'll do what I want with you, y'know. I say, why are your arms-?" She turned me swiftly about, "Oh darling, how simply marvellous! You're handcuffed."

"I usually am. It's so I'll behave."

"You mean without them you wouldn't?"

"Sometimes."

"I don't see any key." Her eyes glowed with moppet wisdom, "Would it be… "

"No it's not." I parted my legs impudently. "See for yourself." If I had thought to disconcert her, I failed. She grasped a handful of my hair with one hand to control me and inserted two nimble fingers. "You mean feel, darling. I say, what a lovely big wet cunt inside such a shiny bush." I gasped and made an involuntary bend against the tug on my hair, The fingers knew too much. "O.K. No key!" The small digits quit me as abruptly as they had entered, "You do respond beautifully, Euphemia. Tell me, does being whipped effect you the same way?"

"If it's not deliberately very cruel."

"You're almost helpless, aren't you, with those hand-cuffs?"

"Yes. I could kick but I won't."

"Are you totally obedient?"

"I've never thought about it like that. I suppose I am, but I never really have any choice."

"If I told you to eat my pussy?"

"I would do it. Do you want me to?" Her eager features clouded. "That isn't just what I fantasied about. Wouldn't the really truly Classic thing be for me to subdue with pain?"

"You can do that with me. I'll grovel and scream and plead and promise if you hurt me enough. I'm not a bit stoic."

"Hmmm!" Her small hands darted to my breasts. A moment later I screamed and writhed against thumbs and fingers pinching my nipples with bitter cruelty.

"Oh please! Please don't. Not my nipples!" I screamed again.

"That was beautiful. Oh, Euphemia, I like you!" I moaned and panted; my head bowed. With instinctive accuracy the child had instantly discovered a girl's most innate vulnerability.

"I shall do it to you again, Euphemia." My slave girl reflex made Dina gasp in wonder. At her threat I had obediently stood erect and thrust out my breasts to be punished. But, at the same time, I pleaded. "Please don't Dina, please!"

"You've made my cunt all wet," said Dina happily. I relaxed too soon. Small fingers again captured my left nipple. But this time the pinch was only what she needed to control me. Using my breast as a leash she led me from luxury to something else.

"It's my playroom, Euphemia. But I've arranged all sorts of things for you. Daddy was terribly sweet." If a girl had to be tortured, this was a nice room for it. I said so. I also said: "Hold my nipple if you want to, of course, but you don't have to. I'll obey you, Dina."

"I have to hold it now. I can't have you telling me what to do." She pinched so that I screamed again. Then she let go. "See!" I saw! Dina would have to be treated with respect. I also saw something else.

"Oh, darling, we think alike! You caught sight of it instantly. I do hope you'll like it."

"It's beautifully made. I'm not supposed to like it, am I?"

" 'Spose not." In a surge of happiness Dina reached up and kissed me. "You're terribly, terribly understanding, Euphemia. I love you! You see, what you're looking at is sort of special with me."

"I've read about them."

"Well, yes. I suppose that's how I got started with the fantasy of putting you on it. I know it's not a bit original. But once I read a story. It was terribly cruel, but so romantic."

"I don't know how I'll behave, Dina."

"Isn't that part of the thrill!" Her eyes sparkled with visions, "I may whip you, darling, but all those marks where others have had a go at you turns me off. To whip you I'd want your skin virgin, not used by someone else first. But the reason that thing's sitting over there is because I want power over a girl, over you, Euphemia, I want you moaning in constant agony and me sitting and reading a book, Looking up at your tortured loveliness from time to time in a nice bored sort of way." The eternal dreams! I'd had enough of them to know their vivid potency, "And if I can't help screaming, Dina'!"

"I want you to scream a little. But if your noise gets ugly I'll gag you so you don't disturb my enjoyment. My fantasy has you sort of moaning in a nice feminine way. Enough so I know you're hurting."

"I'm sure I'll hurt."

"I want to know it too. Are you frightened, Euphemia?"

"Of course I am. I can't stop you putting me on that thing. But I'm still at the stage where what I'm getting is a wet puss thinking about it. I bet yours is too?" Dina explored my mound with a small eager hand which she wiped on my bottom afterwards. "You're an absolute flood, darling! I know I am. Isn't it lovely you and I can talk like this! I mean, just two girls." Suddenly Dina was naked. It took her but a few swift motions to bare an exquisite immaturity. Instantly I knew what to do, I sank to my knees. She arranged herself as it pleased her. I pleased her too. Afterwards we approached my martyrdom and Dina's joy. "I suppose you do have to help a little, Euphemia. Would you like me to whip you into doing it?"

"Wouldn't be authentic, love," I told her, and swung my leg over the edge of the plank. Standing on the box, my puss was well above the cruel two inch edge I straddled. I wondered how many times through the centuries girls had stood trembling as I was now, I was in the grip of a delicious fear as I watched Dina's vibrant nudity buckle the leather anklets with their ominous metal ring. When she snapped on the ropes and threaded them through the floor rings on either side I knew my time was close.

"Why don't you ease yourself down, darling? It will be nicer for you than if I just tug." Dina was right. But I felt silly and awkward as I let my knees bend to allow the junction of my thighs to seek its cruel perch. I was still cautiously wiggling for an advantage I could not find when she pulled evenly and hard. My feet flew out to each side towards the rings and support my toes would never find. I found myself sitting on the edge of a plank, a trestle, high above the floor, isolated in anguish, tugging instinctively at the handcuffs for hands I needed desperately but was denied. It took me about the time spent by my busy companion in removing the box and in knotting her ropes to fully comprehend the enormity of what had been done to my innocent flesh. When she straightened up and smiled at my startled expression all I could say was: "Oh Dina!"

"You look simply gorgeously helpless, Euphemia." I passionately wanted to share her joy. For a brief span the realization of my plight and its implications generated the old familiar heat. But, almost instantly, a new and awful kind of pain began to rob me of its comfort.

"It's supposed to get steadily worse, darling," Dina assured me exuberantly. "I'll tighten each rope as much as I can. They'll hold you firm so you won't teeter."

"No don't! Please, Dina, not tighter."

"Oh, but yes! You haven't a thing to say about it." She was right. I had lost all liberty. Gasping, I watched her adjust the ropes by which I was held in this strange lonely captivity. They pulled my legs out to either side with a tension so great I could not move them at all. I was doing the splits with all my weight resting on my sex upon a narrow edge which was burrowing into me with a vicious intensity like a blunt knife. "I can't stand it, Dina. I can't!"

"I expect all the girls say that, darling. The nice thing is you have to stand it. There's nothing else you can do."

"Take me off. I'll do anything to please you."