CHAPTER 3
The instruments were laid out for inspection - whips on the bed and
hanging on the wall, and other instruments on the table. We started with the
whipping implements, and Shar Mei was a most fascinating guide. She described
how each whip sounded, and how many strokes were customary, and the mark each
left. She showed us how the victim was likely to be positioned for each
instrument, and just where the strokes should fall. When she was describing one
tiny little cat o'nine tails, she looked pointedly at my crotch, and with her
gestures left no doubt as to its use and effect. The effect her description had
on me wasn't lost on either of the women, either.
When we'd looked at the last whip, I stood with my back to the post for
a moment, then turned to face it. "I wonder what it'd be like to be tied to
this thing - to really be helpless, and at someone's mercy."
Shar Mei spoke first, "I tie you? You like see?"
Caroline just looked appraisingly at me, and said, "There's only one way
to find out. Shar Mei would love to bind you to the post, and I'd certainly
not mind." I hesitated, and stammered something about 'if anyone ever found
out', and Caroline laughed. "I'd never tell, nor would Shar Mei! You wouldn't be
the first man to be there by choice! But take off your shirt, at least. No one
is ever put on the post fully dressed. Go on, do it! You want to, and we don't
mind - quite the contrary. We won't hurt you." Her voice dropped an octave,
"Unless, of course, you want us to."
I removed my shirt, and allowed Shar Mei to lead me to the post and bind
my wrists together with a strap attached to a cord that hung from above. She
seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, and they both giggled as the cord was
hauled upwards, raising my arms high above my head. My back was against the
post, which was not more than three or four inches thick, and Caroline stood in
front of me, lightly rubbing my chest.
"MMMmmm, John, you're quite a sight." I leaned forward, trying to kiss
her, and she giggled and pinched my nipple, which I found strangely exciting.
She must have realized it when I didn't try to pull away, for, instead of
letting go, she pinched harder, and twisted, looking into my eyes the whole
while. "Yess," I breathed, and her other hand found my crotch, touching it
lightly and tentatively, at first, then finding it hard, gripped it tightly, and
squeezed it.
"Kiss me, Caroline! Please, please!"
A little to my surprise, she responded, coming to me. I kissed her
deeply, trying to press my body against hers, and she returned the pressure with
interest, and started to fumble with my belt. I put up no resistance, even when
I realized that other hands were helping to pull my shorts down.
Suddenly I was naked, and Shar Mei was busy fastening my ankles to the
two rings set in the floor, while Caroline squeezed my prick with one hand, and
fingered my nipples with the other. Shar Mei, having secured my legs, was
running her hands up and down the insides of them, and pausing to caress my
balls at the top of each stroke.
"Well, how does it feel to be on the post, darling? I must say, you
look delicious! Doesn't he look delicious, Shar Mei?"
Shar Mei rose to her feet, and, standing behind me, cupped my buttocks
in her soft little hands before answering Caroline in Burmese. "She says you
deserve to be punished, darling. She wants to show you the song-huitt. She says
you have a lovely bottom for it - just made to whip."
"Would you like to whip me?"
"Would you like me to?" she countered.
"Yes!" It came out a whisper.
"Shar Mei, get the song-huitt."
Caroline removed her halter and skirt, and rubbed herself against me,
until I was wild with desire. "Darling, Shar Mei wants to kiss you, too. You
don't mind, do you? And then we'll take turns with the whip. Whips, I should
say - there are several I want to try."
"Do I have any choice?"
She smiled, "No, none at all. And you don't want any, do you?"
"No. And how did you know?"
"Intuition - I can always tell about a man. About a woman, too. At
least, I haven't been wrong so far - I suppose there's always a first time.
Mmmmmm, Shar Mei is right, you do have lovely derrieres. They're very pale,
though. A touch of colour would do them a world of good, and with a little
pattern - say herringbone, they'd be quite perfect! Now it's Shar Mei's turn to
play with you for a minute. Don't run away!" She gave my balls a little
squeeze, and disappeared behind me, and the next thing I knew, Shar Mei's mouth
was at my one of nipples, and her hands were busy in my crotch. I was aflame
within half a minute, straining at my bonds to get closer to her, but as she was
in control, not me, she just laughed and went on teasing me.
Finally she seized me by the hair and pulled my face down to hers, and
kissed me, I thought she would suck my tongue out of my mouth! "Ahh, you want,
yes? You want be lover to me?"
"Christ, yes! Very much!"
She giggled up at me, "Oooooh, so impatient! Later! First I whip you,
make you dance for me, eh? I untie feet, now. You turn, face post."
The two women went to work, and before I knew it, I was up against the
post, secured with ropes, one ankle tied a little high, raising one leg so that
my left buttock curved as if bent over, and exposing my balls and thighs. Then
they began rubbing and squeezing my bottom, getting to know the terrain, so to
speak. A hood was thrown over my head so I couldn't see, and one of the women
seized my shaft, holding me still.
Wheeep! A thin line of pure pain erupted across my buttocks, and I
jerked in surprise, but the hand that held me tightened, pushing my hips back
ready for another stroke. It came as soon as I was bent so far that I couldn't
clench up. Wheeeep! Lord, it hurt! I jerked and bucked. and then I felt my
prick enter something warm and moist, which re-vitalized it most effectively.
Again I was pushed back, and again that vicious little whip made play with my
cheeks, once on each side, with the tips curling just into the cleft.
"AIEEEEE! Oh, wait! Please, wait a minute! That hurts, that really
hurts!" I heard the whip whistle again, but it didn't strike this time, and the
girls giggled and fondled me front and back. Too soon, the caresses stopped,
and the whipping resumed.
Eight more excruciating strokes followed, two at a time, delivered
slowly and carefully for the fullest effect, and at the end I was almost
sobbing. "Now, John, was that fun? No? Well, if you behave yourself, and do
exactly as you're told, we may put the whip away. That whip, anyway. Otherwise,
I'm afraid we'll just have to give you another dozen. Won't we, Shar?"
"Please, Ma'am, you let me whip more? I only just begin. I put cord on
him, keep him hard while he suffer, very nice. Please?"
"It might be fun. What do you say, John? A little more with the
song-huitt?"
"No, please, Caroline. No more song-huitt. I don't think I could take
any more of that! God, it hurts, that thing!"
She removed the hood. "Yes, darling, it does. It's meant to. But you
haven't told me that you'll be good. By which I mean very, very obedient. Will
you, or shall we try to persuade you a little more. Say, with another dozen?"
"I'll be obedient."
"Splendid! Then kiss Shar Mei's hand, and thank her for her trouble,
and then ask her to torture your nipples with the little red needle. Ask her
very nicely, and very humbly."
"You can't be serious!"
Whhhiiick!!! "EEEeeee! NO!" Whhheeeeickk! "PLEASE! NO! NO MORE!"
"Well, darling? You will in the end, you know. But if you don't now
I'll just have to ask Shar Mei to go on until you've had another dozen before I
ask again. And again and again if necessary. So?"
"Oh, Ma'am, I want whip some more! He dance very beautiful, move pretty
ass very nice. Please, you let me make nice pattern on bottom, very attractive."
She swished the whip through the air, making me wince.
"Mmmmm, well, he's not asking for the needle yet, so I suppose we'll
have to go ahead. Whip him, Shar Mei. Another dozen, and try to get the tips
inside his crack. I'll push him back and keep him open." She grasped my handle
again and forced me back until my buttocks were spread wide while the servant
took up her stance and raised the whip.
"NO! No, please, I'll ask! Shar Mei, please, torture me with the
...red needle."
"Go on. Where?"
"On my ...on my nipples."
Caroline took my face in her hands and kissed me, "Of course, darling,
if that's what you really want. Shar Mei, help me take him down." I was
released from the post, though my wrists remained bound, and lead by the
testicles to a low padded bench, onto which I was made to lie on my back while
my arms and legs were fastened down the sides with straps. As Caroline
finished binding me, Shar Mei lit a tiny brazier, carefully nurturing the flame
until the coals glowed cherry-red. When she judged them hot enough, she thrust
a set of thin needles, with long wooden handles into them and waited. She
looked very happy.
Caroline meanwhile, was toying with me, keeping me hard, and kissing me.
I tried to turn away the first time, but she gave my balls a hard squeeze, and
hissed into my ear, "Co-operate with me, darling, or I'll have her put a needle
right through your jewels. When I kiss you, I expect to be kissed back, and
when I put something in front of your face, I expect it to be kissed, and kissed
passionately! Do you understand?" She twisted my nipple until I cried out, and
then brought her face down to mine. I cooperated, which really wasn't hard to
do.
I kissed her lips, her neck, her breasts, and her armpits. I kissed
her hands and her ears, and her navel. Finally, she placed a pillow behind my
head, and kneeling astride my chest, presented her luscious little bucket for
treatment. The treatment was lovingly applied, and when she spread her cheeks
wide and thrust back, my tongue found the little door, and did what was expected
of it. I could see nothing but that magnificent ass, but at that moment, it was
all I wanted to see, and my tongue worked with a sort of languorous vigour,
provoking small, sweet animal sounds from my tormentress.
She had just changed position a little, presenting me with her little
honeypot, when Shar Mei spoke, "Needle almost ready, now. OK I fix so he
longtime hard?"
"Yes, you fix him. He certainly seems hard now! I'm rather sorry now
that I promised him to you. I'd like to use him myself."
I felt Shar Mei's fingers again on my rod, magic as always, and then
something (I learned later that it was a ribbon), was wound tightly around the
base of my equipment, and tied. The honeypot was brought up to my face again,
and as I did my duty, I felt a warm mouth envelop my penis, making me
diamond-hard. I couldn't tell whose it was, but it was certainly skillful, and
I just when I thought I'd burst with unsatisfied passion, the mouth was gone,
and Caroline rose to her feet. "He's all yours, darling. But leave something
for me."
Shar Mei swung herself astride me, nude now, and grasping me, guided my
shaft to her magic portal, lowering herself onto me slowly, never taking her
eyes off mine. I moaned with pleasure, and she smiled - a cruel,
cat-who's-caught-a-bird smile, and leaned forward, fastening her lips on a
nipple, and working her mouth until it was nut-hard. Then she sat back, weaving
her hips slowly. "Now," she said, and Caroline pulled a glowing needle from the
brazier, holding the handle carefully, and gave it to her.
Shar Mei took the nipple between her thumb and middle finger, and pulled
it up. Slowly, slowly, she brought the glowing needle close to the nipple,
until it was about half an inch away. "Ahhh, now you ready?"
"NO!"
"Yes, you nipple hard - you ready," and she touched the point to it. I
screamed and bucked, but she held the little hard nip securely, and touched it
again. She rode my jerking hips, rocking up and down and side to side, seeming
to time her motions to my frenzied movement with a skill that betokened a rich
experience in these matters. A look of ecstacy was on her face, her hair flew
around her shoulders, and her breasts bobbled wantonly as she raped me. The
ribbon kept me hard and able, despite the pain.
She threw the needle aside, and Caroline approached me with another one,
and knelt beside me to suckle my other nipple to full erection. When it was
ready, she applied the point. "AAAAIIIEEEEEE!!!," I shrieked, and my cry of
pain mingled with Shar Mei's "AAAAHhhhhh!!" of pleasure as she climaxed.
Caroline flung away the needle and raped my mouth with hers, as Shar Mei pressed
her lips to my tortured breast, and tried to suck the nipple right off. It was
too much! I came in a mighty spurt, my body wracked with love's convulsions,
and Shar Mei met my movements with renewed ardour. Soon we were making love
again, my hips thrusting to meet her rocking body in a frenzy, while Caroline
avidly watched. I spent twice more, the last time almost unable to exert
myself, Shar Mei lay on top of me, undulating her hips, doing the work, her
mouth glued to mine.
When, at last, it was over, the two women untied the ribbon and sponged
me off before releasing me from my bonds. Caroline brought me a glass of
something. "Drink that down, John. It'll make You feel as good as new in half
an hour - the perfect after-rape nostrum. I must say, you did very well!
Didn't he, Shar Mei?"
"Best I have long time, Ma'am."
* * * * * *
The next morning we had breakfast on the veranda, and as Caroline poured
the coffee she asked, "Quite recovered from last night,John?"
"Yes well, in some ways, anyway. I think I learned a lot about
myself."
"Did you enjoy it? That's the main thing."
"You know I did. very much!"
"You could have stopped it, you know - any time.
"I know".
"If you'd said 'Enough! Untie me - I don't want to go on' we'd have
stopped. Then and there."
"I knew that. Which is why I didn't cry off. I didn't want you to
stop. It wasn't really rape at all. I wanted it. God, how I wanted it! All of
it.
"The nipples, too?"
"The nipples, too."
"By the way, you've made quite an impression on Tissah - she's been
telling the laundry girls about you. I rather think you'll have to make up for
the nee-kee-gong, though. If Tissah doesn't have you soon she may cause
trouble. I'll find an excuse to get you two together this afternoon."
I agreed, and the conversation turned to the new job I was going to in
Rangoon. We discussed it, and finally she said, "Somehow I can't see you
working in a bank. Is it really what you want?"
"Well, it's a living."
"Be serious."
"Then, no. But it's a chance to come here to another part of the world,
and a very exotic one to me, and that I do like. As for the actual work in the
bank - well, I try not to think too much about it."
"We need a manager - someone to look after the books, and oversee
operations, too. Especially when Rob's away, which happens quite often. Why
don't you stay and work for me? We'd love to have you, and the laundry girls
would be delighted, to say nothing of Shar Mei."
"What about Rob?"
"He'd be happy, too. He's one of us, you know. No secrets. He had the
punishment hut built. Besides, I actually own the estate, and Rob told me
before he left for Rangoon that if I liked you, to ask you".
And that is how I became a planter instead of a banker, and a bit of a
lecher, too. A lot happened in the years following, some bad of course, but for
the most part, good, and always interesting. Ours was a surprisingly happy
plantation, and we always had to turn away more help than we could hire. We
looked after our own, and they looked after us. Feudal? Perhaps, but it worked.
