Clive Bedford: Mistress of torment

"And you?"

Sonia smiled. "Oh, I'm already perverse! That's one of the reasons why I was chosen for this job!"

"Look, I'm out of my depth. Suppose I just take a look at the official instructions."

"Why not? It may save time." Sonia took an envelope from the table beside her and handed it over to Gerry. He was annoyed with himself to find his fingers trembling as he removed the thin letter from it.

His eyes widened when he saw the address printed at the top of the page, and they stayed wide as he read the brief letter and studied the signature. He recognized the name of the Prime Minister, but did not know the signature. However, the letter was counter-signed by Chief Inspector Dodds, and that signature he was familiar with. It looked like a spider had crawled over the page, soaked in ink! Gerry slowly folded the letter, replaced it in the envelope and handed it back to Sonia without a word.

"Well?"

He grinned. "It looks as though I'm in for a lively time, doesn't it?" he asked.

Sonia smiled back at him. "You could say that," she agreed. Fifteen minutes later in Sonia's hotel bedroom, Gerry was convinced of it. He was naked, except for a black rubber G-string which did nothing to conceal the rigidity of his throbbing penis. Also, he was extremely uncomfortable, but in no condition to protest about it. He was kneeling on the carpet with his forearms between his calves and his thighs. His wrists had black leather bands around them, tightly strapped, and joined by a short chain. In his mouth was a very large rubber ball covered with soft spikes. A tube was threaded through the ball from side to side, and there was a chain through the tube. The chain had been pulled tight at the back of his neck and fastened there with a small padlock. And from the front of the ball, a leather thong was passed to the chain between his wrists and pulled tight, so that his head had been forced down hard between his thighs. He could not raise his head – and he could not withdraw his arms.

There were similar black leather bands around his ankles, also joined by a short chain, and there was a fine chain locked tight around the neck of his scrotum… so tight that he could feel his balls almost crushed by the pressure of the skin. That fine chain was attached to the chain between his ankles. And, in that quite simple way he was fastened in a kneeling, crouching position, with his buttocks sticking up, vulnerable and unprotected.

Something dangled down to tickle his cheek, then moved before his eyes. He shivered when he saw the tip of the lash of a long black leather whip!

"Now, Gerry," said Sonia softly, her voice a caress, "I'm going to teach you how pain can become a pleasure! Lesson number one coming up!"

The tip of the whip was withdrawn from Gerry's line of vision. He actually heard it sing through the air in the instant before it made contact with his skin. At the flaming, burning sensation that ran across his body, from one thigh to the other, traversing his exposed buttocks, he would have screamed aloud – but the large rubber ball in his mouth muffled his cry so that all that could be heard was a short grunt. His body quivered.

"Hell!" he thought. "I've heard about the 'whipping perversion', and I've always thought it was damn silly. Now I know it is! How does anyone get pleasure out of this?"

His body jerked as the whip fell again. But it did not jerk much, because as he moved his legs convulsively, Gerry became aware once more of the sharp, fine chain around his scrotum. It felt as though if he moved another quarter of an inch his balls would be cut off! Again the whip fell, and again and again on Gerry's quivering hide. Then, for a brief interval it stopped and he was able to collect his thoughts. The first thing that was borne in on his dazed mind was that his penis was alive and erect, rigid as never before, and throbbing with life. Which was puzzling, because he felt that the pain should have overcome all sexual desire. But even without the touch of the whip, he had been excited almost beyond control as Sonia had quietly, impassively strapped and chained him into position.

Gerry jumped again as the whip fell once more, but with a great effort remained still under the blows that followed. And slowly, by almost imperceptible degrees, even as Sonia had forecast, the pain in some mysterious way was transmuted into sexual desire. At last, if he had been free to speak, he would have been crying out to Sonia to beat him harder, not to stop. Almost as though she could read his thoughts, the cuts came faster and harder until suddenly, almost without warning and despite the pain it caused in his balls, Gerry's body jerked and heaved as he reached the peak of orgasm and ejaculated as he crouched there. No one had touched his genitals.

Everything had taken place in his mind which, in some way he did not understand, had translated the blows of that whip into sexual messages which had at last triggered off the orgasm. He crouched there, panting for breath.

"Shall we do it again?" asked a soft voice, and Gerry thought, "Oh God! No! Not again! I can't bear it!" And then he realized not only that he could bear it, but that he actually wanted it.

He tensed as he felt something hard and cold penetrating between the cheeks of his buttocks, pressing against his anus. The smooth probe pressed hard and slid slowly right into his rectum. A belt was passed around his waist and buckled tight, and it seemed to be carrying a weight of some kind that was attached to the probe.

Gerry jumped convulsively, regretting it immediately, as the probe began to vibrate with a high-pitched electronic hum. Sonia must have moved a control, because the sound went up the scale as the vibrations increased in speed and intensity. When Gerry realized that there was nothing painful to follow from this, he relaxed and began to feel a pleasurable sensation from the stimulatory massage. Slowly he felt his penis harden again, until he was once more at the peak of his desire. This was better than being whipped! But even as the thought came to him he heard the hiss of the lash through the air, as the whip cut into his exposed and sensitive flesh.

This time it took much longer for him to come to orgasm. After the first one, he had felt he would not be able to repeat the performance for a couple of days, but now he knew that a break was imminent. Yet it took a king tizie, during which Gerry's mind became confused so that he lost contact with reality and was conscious only of the vibration in his rectum, the raging pain caused by the whip that Sonia wielded so expertly, and of the throbbing of his penis which seemed to want to find deliverance, but could not quite make it.

At last the inevitable happened and this time, regardless of the terrible pain in his balls, the young man writhed and twisted as he crouched, until the sweat ran down his flanks and tears of agony came to his eyes.

And then it was all over, and he waited to be released. But the vibrator did not stop, and a soft, seductive voice in his ear whispered.

"And now we'll do it a third time, just to prove we can do the impossible!"

The hair literally stood up at the back of Gerry's neck as the thought got through to him. There was nothing he could do about it! If Sonia cared to whip him until he collapsed, he could not resist. He was utterly helpless, at her mercy. And as he realized his position, once more, despite his fatigue and weakness he felt his penis begin to rise again.

The vibrations continued, penetrating his anus, bringing new sensations to his vitals. But suddenly, without any warning there was a change. In addition to the vibrations, he now felt violent electric shocks which seemed to cut, like white-hot irons from his balls to his anus, cutting right through his loins like a sharp bladed knife!