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The Christmas Party (The Armoire - Chapter 3)
- by Sam Darquesied
Anxiety hangs like a thick fog in my car as I near the house. My last venture up this lane essentially changed my life, at least my perspective on life, and now I feel like I’m entering a kind of twilight zone or maybe another dimension. A three day Christmas party at Sam Darquesied’s bondage ranch… the mind boggles at the implications.
My headlights reflect off several cars parked all around the yard. Not limos or anything too ostentatious but all are top-of-the-line personal cars; fewer than I expected since Sam had said he had sixty or so clients. As I park beside a beautiful metallic blue Jag I notice the personalized license plate on a silver Lexus--“MARDI”.
“Shit.”
Party sounds emanate from the house as I approach; rambunctious chatter mixed with boisterous chortling, occasionally interrupted by bursts of loud, cacophonous laughter. Still with butterflies dancing in my tummy, I rap on the door. Almost instantly it flies open and reveals a beaming Sam Darquesied and I cannot suppress a little giggle at his ridiculous Santa hat.
“Sylvia! I am so glad you made it!” He gives me a huge one armed hug as he hands me a glass of champagne with the other.
“Come in; come in. Here let me take you bag and… oh, we’ll put the present under the tree… you didn’t have to do that, by the way… come on, I’ll introduce everybody.”
He is giddy like a school boy and it doesn’t take long to see why. As he puts my bag on the floor then guides me to the living room I am greeted by the sight of a dozen or so of the most stunning women I have ever seen in one place. All but one are dressed casually in jeans or slacks and I immediately recognize a beautiful, statuesque blonde from her work in television and an equally alluring dark haired Latina from countless movies.
Sam gets everybody’s attention; “Okay everyone… ladies… ladies this is Sylvia. Now I’ll just go around the room…” He walks behind each woman and touches her shoulder as he announces her name; “This leggy blond is Teri… and this fiery little Mexican spitfire is Malsa… oh, and this is Isabella, probably the horniest woman on this planet!”
Everybody laughs and Isabella gives Sam a playful shot in the stomach. Wearing a light summer dress, she is a bewitching, auburn haired woman in her mid thirties, voluptuous and sexy with a mischievous look in her eyes.
“This long haired beauty is Lilly and is every bit as fiery as her mom…” He points to Malsa! Mother AND daughter? This party is already surpassing my expectations… and I just got here!
“… and this long legged goddess is Helen—“
Isabella lightheartedly interrupts; “Hey! How come you didn’t say I’m a goddess?”
Everybody laughs amid a cacophony of demands to be called “goddess.”
Sam continues through the heckling; “I’m sorry, I should have said the horniest GODDESS on the planet!”
I find myself laughing along with them as Isabella fires a cushion at Sam. “Okay… anyway, beside Helen is the red haired, country ‘goddess’ Kendall and to her right is the flaxen haired little devil, the ‘goddess’ Penelope.”
Sam pronounces it “pen - a - lope”, like “antelope” and another cushion is launched at him.
“… and the young Irish beauty beside her is the ‘goddess’ Colleen… and beside her is our own Michelle Pfeiffer twin, the ‘goddess’ Gloria.”
Now he points to the woman sitting near the back wall and, in a more serious tone Sam says; “And, of course, you already know Mardi.”
Mardi glances in my direction and, in her typical “you’re barely worth my time” voice says; “Hello Sylvia.”
“Hello Kristel.”
I match her glare as she chafes at the sound of her real name. I realize everyone here, even Sam, is using a pseudonym of some sort but… screw her!
Looking around Sam says; “Where’s Al?”
Gloria and Colleen point to the kitchen and he excuses himself then heads out of the living room. Television star Teri and movie star Malsa come over to me and we strike up a typical small talk conversation. Within a minute I feel like “one of the girls”.
“I thought there’d be more women here.”
Teri answers; “Well, it’s Christmas and not everybody can get away…”
“And not everybody wants other people to know they come here… not even us.” interrupts Malsa.
Teri continues; “But we wouldn’t miss this for the world! Trust me, Sylvia, next year you won’t want anything for Christmas except the invitation to this party!”
We all laugh and I notice Malsa glancing at ‘Mardi’; “So… what’s up between you and the ice queen?”
I love her reference to Kristel and I know now that she treats people here the same as she does at work. “It’s a long sto…”
Sam interrupts; “Sylvia? This is my sweet lady Alyssa.”
As Alyssa shakes my hand she smiles and almost takes my breath away. She is possibly the single most beautiful young woman I have ever met. She is small, maybe five foot six or so, with very short cropped curly brown hair and the softest green eyes I’ve ever seen. I blush at my instant attraction to another woman but I simply can’t help it. She is in bare feet, wearing form fitting jeans and a simple, thin, white sweater top which does little to conceal the shape of her perfect thirty six Cs. Here face is soft and flawless and her body is tight and trim but not skinny. She must look absolutely marvelous when she’s naked and bound in one of Sam’s rigs.
The unmistakably abrading voice of Kristel snaps me back to reality; “Sam, we need to talk about this some more.”
With an exasperated look Sam escorts ‘Mardi’ to the kitchen. The four of us; Alyssa, Teri, Malsa, and myself, move to seats around a card table and I ask; “What’s that about?”
Malsa shrugs and says; “Not too hard to guess.”
Alyssa, noticing my puzzled look says; “She’s always complaining that things are not intense enough for her. She wants Sammy to do things…”
Teri breaks in; “Probably the bullwhip thing again.”
Over the past half hour of girl talk I have been bombarded with information on this place and Sam. The girls are sweet and patient with me, answering question after question and, all but Alyssa, sit wide eyed as I relate the story of my first visit. Gloria, Colleen, and the other women became silent and are listening in. All this while, Sam and Kristel have been having a heated discussion in the kitchen.
Malsa, living up to her ‘spitfire’ reputation; “I’d have killed the conniving bitch! In fact, we still could!”
The somber mood is broken as everyone chortles at Malsa’s jibe and she adds; “What… you think I was joking?”
The laughter increases and, through my giggling I say; “Well, you could say that she did a terrible thing to me but, after my two days here, you could also argue that she did me a wonderful favour…”
Malsa breaks in; “Ah… kill ‘er anyway!”
We all burst into irrepressible, tearful, snorting laughter and, for the next few minutes, any mention of Kristel includes some sort of dig and we are incapable of containing our side splitting mirth. Suddenly, Alyssa gets up and storms into the kitchen.
We can easily hear her light into Kristel; “This is NOT one of your sessions Mardi, this is a party and you’ve been at Sammy all freakin’ night! Now give it a rest!”
The ice queen retorts; “So you need your little lady to rescue you, huh Darquesied? Who’s in charge here, you or this little bitch?”
“That is ENOUGH!” It’s the first time I ever heard Sam angry.
“I don’t mind listening to your complaints but you’re crossing a line here Mardi. Don’t think for one second that you can ever, EVER, speak about Al that way! And, if you’re asking me to choose, you know there’s no contest.”
There is a protracted silence then Sam continues; “Now we’ll continue our conversation later…AFTER you apologize to Alyssa. You know I haven’t said no but, for now, we need to get back to our other guests.”
Kristel says something we can’t hear then storms out the front; rattling the furniture as she slams the door. With an arm on each other’s shoulder, Sam and Alyssa come into the living room and he says; “Sorry about that girls… I hope that didn’t put a damper on things.”
Teri says; “It’s okay, Sammy… we enjoyed hearing Ally tear a strip off the ice queen.”
There is some uncomfortable laughter then Sam says; “Yeah, I know… she’s my little wolverine… small but dangerous if you get her back up.”
Genuine laughter now as he bends his head to meet Alyssa, on tiptoe, and share a sweet kiss. She looks like a little girl beside Sam who is a big man, and at six three, towers above her by a good six inches.
Sam abruptly excuses himself to go check on Kristel and Alyssa, despite his protestations, accompanies him.
Helen has now taken the empty seat at our card table and I say, to no one in particular; “Sam and Ally seem pretty close.”
Teri explains; “Well, she is his lady.”
It never occurred to me that Sam would have a girlfriend and my puzzled look prompts Teri to continue; “Look, we all love Sammy and he loves us but the two of them are IN love. They’re like soul mates… they’ve been together for over eight years, even before this place. In fact, she helped set it up.”
“Wow! So, he met her when she was just a teenager?”
Teri says; “Hardly… she’s thirty seven.”
My jaw drops and I blurt out; “Thirty seven? Geez! That’s just not fair!”
Everyone laughs knowing I am referring to the fact that it is impossible to believe that this enchanting woman is any older than maybe… twenty five; even that seems high considering she has the body of an eighteen year old. And that smile… it REALLY isn’t fair!
Alyssa and Sam return and Gloria asks; “Is she still here?”
Sam answers; “Oh yeah, she’s outside sitting in her car. She’s pretty upset… crying a bit but, she apologized to Al.”
Malsa jibes; “Oh, poor baby!”
Some uncomfortable giggling then Sam says; “No, no. Look, she feels she needs something that nobody’s been able to give her… I’m not sure that I can either. It’s really troubling her so we need to give a little break okay?”
He looks directly at me as he says that and I nod okay as the others murmur in reluctant agreement. The he says; “But that’s tomorrow. What about tonight?”
Isabella shouts; “I know! I know! How about you and Ally do a demonstration like last year?”
Everyone applauds the suggestion and Alyssa’s eyes visibly light up as she says; “oooOOOOooo yes! We can use the new frame!”
Before Sam can say a word, Alyssa squeals excitedly and bolts out the door and, a little exasperated, he says; “Well I guess she’s up for it! Okay, give us a few minutes to setup. I’ll let you know when we’re ready.”
As he turns to leave, Kendall offers her assistance which he accepts and both head for the studio.”
Malsa, speaking to me says; “This’ll be really nice; you’ll see!”
About fifteen minutes pass before Kendall pokes her head in the door and says; “We’re ready.”
Everyone jumps up and eagerly follows Kendall to the barn and, as we pass, I glance at the now empty Lexus. We walk through to the rear section of the studio and are greeted by the most delightful sight. Alyssa is hanging, naked and spread, on a heavy wooden frame and, I was right before… she looks spectacular! The frame is made of solid timbers, maybe eight inches square and about six feet high. It is the shape of a capital H and Alyssa’s thighs are securely bound to the cross member with several coils of rope, holding the small of her back against the beam. Her ankles are secured to the uprights about two feet off the ground which spreads her very wide and forms the letter M with her legs and torso. Alyssa’s arms are tied to the tops of the vertical beams and her hands hang in such a way that I am reminded of the “crane’ pose in Karate Kid. The vision of her is terribly erotic and I close my legs in response to an abrupt burst of wetness.
We all move to join an already seated Kristel on a folding set of bleacher type seats across from the frame and, as my hand instinctively slides between my legs; I ask Teri; “Is he going to gag her?”
“Probably not… usually he would but I think he wants us to be able to hear her clearly.”
“GAWD… she looks hot up there, doesn’t she?” Isabella’s tone is one of true admiration and, obviously not a slave to protocol, spreads her knees a bit, slides her hand under her dress, and begins to slowly rub. A quick glance around reveals that all, even Kristel, have one or more hands strategically planted between their legs. Kendall now hands Sam a new horse hair flogger and joins us on the bleachers. He moves in and gives her a kiss then backs away as Ally smiles, closes her eyes, and lays her head back.
Sam, windmilling the flogger, strikes her first on the arch of her right foot… “Swack!” It causes her to jerk and gasp and she squeaks out; “OOOO!”
“Swack – Swack – Swack – Swack – Swack…” He rapidly walks the whip up her leg, from her foot to her knee then up her thigh almost, but not quite, to her already dripping vagina. Without missing a beat he reverses the direction of the windmill and repeats on her left leg, again from her foot to just short of her labia. Her arms are not stretched completely which allows her to writhe from the waist up and the movement causes her magnificent boobs to bounce and jiggle. She is already panting and gasping for air and shaking her head wildly back and forth. “MMMMnah…MMMMMMMnah…”
I cannot keep myself from rubbing my hand hard into the crotch of my jeans as Sam, giving Ally not a fraction of a second respite, moves the whip horizontally to her abdomen then her tummy, up to just below her breasts. He skips over her boobs to her upper chest, her sides and armpits, then walks the whip up her arms. Despite her writhing Alyssa flattens her palm and Sam continues right out to her fingertips then quickly back to her chest then up the other arm. If there was paint on the flogger all but her boobs and pussy would be evenly coated. It is a magnificent sight to see him take the love of his life to her edge and I am sure I am not the only one that would give almost anything to be hanging in her place.
She is writhing and pulling hard on the restraints but the only sound she makes is the “MMMMnah” between gasps. This changes to “Ohhhhh GAWD!” as Sam, windmilling in an upward motion, begins to whip the underside of her breasts. “Swack – Swack – Swack – Swack – Swack…” He quickly reverses the windmill and lashes the top of her bouncing boobs. “OHGAWD-OHHHHHGAWWWWWD!”
He lingers on her breasts then rapidly walks the whip down, again changes to an upward swing and smacks her hard between her wide spread butt cheeks. Through clenched teeth she squeals; “OHHHHHHHHGEEEEEEEZZZZZ!”
I am rubbing hard enough now to start a fire then I hear a whisper in my ear; “Here sweetie, why don’t you let me do that for you.”
Kendall has moved beside me and pulls my hand out, replacing it with her own. She looks into my eyes to assuage my embarrassment at this unexpected intimacy and begins to rub. Her touch is exquisite and I make no effort to stop her as we both turn our attention back to the frame.
Sam is now moving the whip up and is laying it from Alyssa’s perineum, across and between her outstretched labia, and just skimming her clit. He is playing her body like a virtuoso plays a piano; milking the instrument of every last note. “Swack – Swack – Swack – Swack – Swack…” Then suddenly…
“Oh SAMMY… OHHH SAMMYYY…CHICAGO… CHICAGO!
I climax instantly as Kendall rubs faster and harder. Sam moves into Alyssa and grabs the back of her head pulling her face to his. Somehow he keeps up the whipping. Breathlessly Alyssa pants; “CHICAGO-CHICAGO-CHICAGO…” Kendall continues watching them as I begin to hump against her hand.
Alyssa’s forehead is pressed hard into Sammy’s and she is whispering something we cannot hear. Sam abruptly drops the whip, puts his palm flat between her legs, presses his thigh against the back of his hand, and slowly rubs. As her ecstasy begins to ebb she lets out a mournful; “OHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh…”
There are several “Ohhhhhhhs” from the bleachers, including my own as Kendall begins to slow and soften her rubbing. She finally stops, leans in and gives me a little kiss, and says; “It’s always nicer if someone does it for you.”
A little winded, I nod in agreement as she gets up to assist Sam and Alyssa. Suddenly everyone in the bleachers begins to applaud. It is an experience I will never forget.
We all pile back into the house and Kristel immediately goes upstairs. About fifteen minutes later Sam and Alyssa return, both freshly showered and in bathrobes. “Listen ladies, we’re going to hit the sack now but you know the house is yours. Most already have your stuff in your rooms but four of you are going to have to double up. Do you mind if I let you sort that out yourselves?”
Everyone agreed it was not a problem and we all said goodnight to them then watched Sam lead Ally up the stairs. The rest of us chatter and gossip for another hour or so then Kendall asks me; “You want to share a bunk tonight Syl?”
“Country goddess ” Kendall is exactly that. Tall and fit, muscular but not muscle bound. Her long, pale red hair is set in a French braid and she wears jeans and a denim button shirt. I learned earlier that she lives around here somewhere and is the one who looks after the horses for Sam. He pays her a generous salary and, as a bonus, she receives an occasional session at no charge. Not a bad job really.
We all say our goodnights and amble up to our rooms, smiling as we hear Alyssa’s soft moans from behind their bedroom door. Kendall and I have a large, well appointed room with a wonderfully soft queen size bed as well as a couple of large cushy chairs. My back is toward her as I unpack and I inquire; “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure… go for it.”
I continue; “Are you… Bi?”
She chuckles a little then says; “Only with Sammy sometimes. Other than that I am a full blown, card carrying lesbian.”
I continue to unpack but I am a little surprised; “Only with Sam… why… does he make you do things at your sessions?”
“No, no, no! It’s just that… you know… sometimes during a session we’re both there, horny as hell, and he does it so nice…”
I can’t help but wonder about Alyssa; “How does Ally deal with that kind of thing?”
Kendall answers; “She’s wonderful about it. She loves Sammy completely and understands that the women here are going to want some physical intimacy… I mean, you know what it was like at your session. Didn’t you feel like you were going to explode if he didn’t make love to you? Especially the ‘perfect slave’ thing! Anyway… Alyssa is very understanding about it and we all love her for that.”
I don’t respond to her question but I muse; “I can’t picture Kristel doing ‘perfect slave’.”
Kendall says; “You mean Mardi? No, as far as I know she never has. Not that she wouldn’t enjoy it but she refuses to call Sam ‘My Master’.”
Still with my back to her, I undress down to my skivvies then I turn and am startled to see her standing in front of me stark naked and holding a few lengths of rope in her hand; she is, quite simply, gorgeous.
Her luscious blue eyes gaze into mine as she says; “It’s entirely up to you, of course, but… I’m not really that tired yet.”
We stand there silent for a few moments then I slowly strip off my bra and panties and lie on the covers in the middle of the bed. Kendall kneels on my left, leans over me and begins to secure my right wrist to the bedpost. Her position has her breast millimeters away from my face and, almost as a reflex; I reach up and kiss her nipple.
She moans softly; “mmmmmmm…” then, as she moves to secure my other wrist she tenderly kisses me and whispers; “We’re going to have such a wonderful night.”
The midday sun awakens me and I realize that I am alone as I treat myself to a huge, noisy, satisfying stretch. I curl up again in the down comforter and smile as I recall the night’s events. Three times Kendall had to cover my mouth with her hand to suppress my moans as yet another ripping orgasm washed through me and, with some guidance, I was twice able to return the favour. It was indeed a wonderful night.
I get up, walk to the dresser and look at myself in the mirror; “Well, Syl… you came here straight and now you’re Bi… and you haven’s even been here a full day!” I must be Bi because I am already looking forward to another two nights with Kendall. I have a quick shower and put on some fresh clothes and head downstairs. It is Christmas Eve.
Lilly and Penelope are sitting at a small, four seat counter in the kitchen as I enter; “’Morning… is there any coffee?”
Penelope answers; “Yes Sylvia… here, you sit and I’ll get you a cup.” I sit at the counter and as she hands me a steaming cup she asks; “So, did you sleep okay? You and Kendall get along?”
I blush a little and answer; “I slept like a baby and, yes, Kendall and I got along very well.”
We look at each other for a moment then begin to giggle and take sips from our cups; “Where is everybody?”
Lilly answers; “Well, Mom, Teri, Sam, and Ally are at church; Kendall is tending to the horses; Oh… and the ice queen is out riding. I don’t know about the others.”
Penelope added; “Isabella and Gloria doubled up in the room next to mine and there was a fair bit of noise through my wall into the wee hours so their probably still asleep.” More giggling and coffee.
As the afternoon wears on people drift in and out until around three o’clock when all the girls, except Kristel, end up in the kitchen preparing a simple chicken dinner. I can’t help but notice that Alyssa is preoccupied and I ask; “Where’s Sam?”
“Practicing.”
Her answer is curt and I realize she doesn’t want to talk about it so I say no more. We continue to futz around and chatter in the kitchen until dinner is ready then we gather at the main table to eat. Kristel, who hasn’t spoken to any of us since last night, sits directly across from me and simply eats here dinner as if she was the only one at the table. Sam and Ally are seated at the far end in an animated, but private conversation. The rest of us just yak until dinner is pretty much over then Sam stands and says; “Okay ladies… well most of you know that later tonight we will have the whip poker game…”
Isabella shouts; “YAHOO!”
Smiling for a moment then serious again, Sam continues; “Before that though we are going to hold a medieval scenario in which a convicted witch will receive her court appointed punishment. I will need one additional volunteer to help with the scenario.”
The house has not been this silent since I arrived here. We all look at each other and shrug; this is new—no one knows what he is talking about.
Helen asks; “Who is the convicted witch?”
“Mardi Dimanche.” He answers.
All eyes snap to Kristel but she just sits there, staring at the table, acknowledging no one. Surprising myself I say; “I’d like to help if I can.”
Sam says; “Okay, good. Alyssa and Kendall are going to help as well so the rest of you will be the jeering spectators.”
Colleen and a few others volunteer to clean up so Sam, obviously eager to get things underway, asks the volunteers and Kristel to follow him out to the studio. The sun is just beginning to set.
Kristel walks directly to the little room where the shower is and Alyssa and Kendall go about preparing an area around two tall upright timbers set about eight feet apart. The timbers are the same type as in the H frame but higher, maybe seven or eight feet. Sam guides me over to a counter and picks out a four foot length of hemp then says; “Hold your arms out, wrists together, and I’ll show you how to tie a simple cow hitch.”
I’m a little confused but I do as he asks. “Okay, now watch carefully. First we wrap the rope around the wrists and cross the short end under the main line then, we bring the short end up vertically... like this… and wrap it around the back of the wrists. Last we stick it through the front loop… like this… then give it a little yank to tighten. Okay... let me do it one more time.”
I watch carefully as he demonstrates again then I try it out on him; four tries later and I get it right; “It’s kind of fun tying you up for a change.”
Sam chuckles, then says; “Okay, Sylvia… I need you to trust me on this okay?”
I answer; “I trust you Sam… anything you want me to do is okay.”
“I want you to go to the rest area and help Mardi… er… Kristel get into her costume. Then tie her hands behind her back using this knot. When I call you, keep the long end of the rope in your hand and bring her out to us. You can use this, VERY carefully if she disobeys.”
He hands me a leather cat-o-nine-tails and I stare at it for a moment then look at him; “Sam… I’ve never…”
“Oh… right… okay, come over here…” He takes the whip from my hand and leads me to a heavy wooden table.
He begins to instruct me; “Okay, you’re moving the cat, using mostly your wrist, in a circle… like this… then, add a bit of forearm and strike… like this.” The whip makes a sharp “SMACK” as it strikes the table.
“Okay? Watch again… you put it in motion with your wrist… then add the forearm as you strike… with a bit of a snap at the end…”
Another “SMACK” on the able then he hands it to me. “Okay, now you try.”
I take several shots at the table as Sam adjusts my stroke until I have a pretty good rhythm then he takes the whip from me and says; “Good… now hold your arm out to the side, palm up.”
Hesitating a little I do as he asks and cringe as he starts the cat in motion then; “SMACK!”
“OWWW… SHIT… JESUS SAM!”
He moves closer to me and looks me in the eye; “Remember that okay? That’s what she’ll feel every place you use it on her.”
As he returns the cat to me I look at him wondering why, of all people, he would ask me to go in with Kristel but, I promised him anything and I do trust him so, I do as instructed. As I enter the room I see the costume draped on the couch; it is a simple white cotton dress with buttons from the waist up, similar I guess, to what a peasant might have worn back in medieval times. She doesn’t look at me or even seem to recognize that I am in the room. Well, I have to get her dressed so I say; “Stand up please.”
Surprisingly she immediately stands but does not look me in the eye. I’m beginning to get it now; I’m the jailer preparing the prisoner for her punishment. Maybe this is Sam’s way of allowing me a little payback, something I may never get a chance at again. It would seem that I’m going to get to beat the crap out of her with this whip to vent my dislike for her and what she did. I begin to get excited in anticipation so I slide into character and firmly, with authority, I say; “Kick your shoes off… quickly now.”
She obeys and I then command; “Now disrobe… everything off and put them on the chair.”
Again she immediately obeys and when she is completely stripped I walk behind her. For no reason other that my own self indulgence, I put the cat in motion and give her a sharp smack on the ass. She doesn’t move, utter a sound, or acknowledge the strike in any way. Disappointed I move back in front of her and command; “Now put on the dress… quickly!”
She does what I ask but when she starts to do the buttons on the front of the dress I give her an even harder smack and shout; “No! Leave the buttons undone! Now place you hands behind your back!”
Her lack of response to the whip is frustrating but she complies, crossing her wrists behind her back. I bind her using the knot that Sam taught, thankfully getting it right on the first try. I tell Kristel to turn and face the wall then I command her to kneel which she does without question. As I wait for my signal I can hear the others filing in. Still holding the end of the rope, I sit on the couch, gazing at her back and I realize that I do not know this woman at all.
About ten minutes later Kendall comes into the room wearing a cloth mask over her eyes—the kind that Zorro wears—and motions me to turn. She installs a similar mask on me then turns me facing her and says; “Mmmm…Sexy!” Then, peering down at Kristel, she adds; “I’ll call you in a minute… oh… and we refer to her as ‘harlot’ now.”
A couple of minutes pass then I hear Kendall call; “Mistress Sylvia… would you bring the prisoner forth please!”
I give a sharp yank to the rope and Kristel silently and obediently gets to her feet then we walk towards Kendall and the heavy posts. Kendall motions for me to position her between the two timbers then says; “Jailers, please prepare the prisoner.”
Alyssa approaches and hands me two sturdy, leather ankle cuffs. I kneel and fasten them to Kristel as Alyssa installs her wrist cuffs then we both back away as Kendall continues; “Mardi Dimanche, you have been found guilty of the insidious crimes of harlotry and witchcraft. You are now brought forth to receive you just punishment. Do you have anything to say on your own behalf?”
Kristel is silent and stone faced. Kendal reaches for her leather cat-o-nine-tails and whips her hard across the top of her legs shouting; “YOU WILL ANSWER MY QUESTION, HARLOT!”
The blow causes Kristel to step back and double over a little but she immediately returns to her position and says; “I have nothing to say.”
Kendall continues; “Very well. Jailers, please secure the prisoner!”
Alyssa motions to me to come forward and I untie Kristel’s hands. Together, standing on a wooden crate, we attach her right wrist cuff to a bungee high up on the poll. We have to stretch the opposite bungee hard to affix her other cuff and, when we let go, the bungee pulls Kristel to her tip toes. We move down and attach her right ankle cuff to a low bungee on the rightmost pole, and then we need Kendall’s help to stretch the opposite bungee enough to attach the left cuff. When we release it, Kristel is snapped into a very tight and very wide, suspended spread eagle with her feet about eight inches off the ground. We all step back and Kendall commands; “Very well. Mistress Sylvia, remove the prisoner’s garment.”
Kendall then walks over to me and whispers; “Just tear it off from behind. We’ve snipped the seams so it shouldn’t be too hard.”
I step up behind Kristel, grab her collar with two hands and pull down with all my might. The dress is torn down to her butt and the sound of the ripping cloth causes the “spectators” to wince a bit. Even Kristel grunted a little which gives me some satisfaction. Two more yanks and the dress lays in tatters at her feet. Still stone faced, Kristel hangs, her sweaty, naked body gleaming in the lights. Then Kendall says; “Mistress Sylvia, you will now prepare the harlot for her final punishment.”
She motions for me to pick up the cat and step forward. “You will now administer twenty lashes to the harlot’s hind quarters… proceed!”
I set the cat in motion and begin to strike Kristel’s remarkably round butt, alternating cheek to cheek. “SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK…” She makes no sound but she begins to pant and her body jerks against the bungees; I remember my stinging forearm so I know she’s feeling these hits. I stop at twenty and am surprised by how winded I am and how my arms aches. I never realized how hard it is to wield a whip. Kendal speaks again; “Very good. Now Mistress Sylvia if you could move in front please…”
The “jeering spectators” have been silent up to now but, with some prodding from Kendall, they begin some cursory insults; “Whip the harlot… punish the witch… her magic is evil…” Their not really into it but it adds a bit to the illusion. Kendall continues; “You will now administer twenty lashes to the harlot’s breasts… proceed!”
I have to reach up quite a bit to strike her which causes me to hit a little harder than I should. “SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK…” Each lash causes Kristel to wince and emit a low grunt. I am gratified that my work is finally getting some results and wish I could administer more but I stop at twenty as instructed and back away.
My arm is aching like hell now and I am even more winded than before. Kristel is panting fairly hard and I can see if we lay on another hundred or so lashes maybe it would smarten her up a bit. But, I hope one of the other girls takes the cat because I need a rest! Kendall then announces; “Very good! We are now ready to bring in the master punisher.”
There is still a little jibing coming from the bleachers but they are struck dumb as Sam enters the studio. He is silent, wearing his black hood and carrying in his right hand… the bullwhip!
“Holy shit!” I say out loud. I thought we were just going to beat the tar out of her with the cats but… a bullwhip! Geez! This is too much… maybe we should stop this…
Kendall breaks my thought as she says; “The master punisher will administer fifty lashes of the whip. Your only means of receiving less than fifty lashes is to address the punisher as ‘My Master’ and utter the word. Do you understand?”
Kristel simply says; “Yes.”
Fifty lashes? Christ! They can’t be serious! This can’t be happening! Maybe… maybe… yes, that’s it! Their just trying to scare her… like when he “branded” me! I breathe a sigh of relief as I realize that this must be the case. I am further relieved as I see Kendall put a black cloth blindfold over Kristel’s eyes--the “branding” was the only time I was ever blindfolded. I smile a bit as Kendall inserts the rubber “horse bit’ in her mouth—like the one Sam used on me to keep me from biting my tongue. Very convincing!
Sam moves into a position behind Kristel, about twelve feet away then he uncoils the whip, pulls his arm back and smoothly lunges forward. The bullwhip unfurls and the end snaps about two feet from her back. The frightening “CRACK!” causes everyone in the room to involuntarily jump. He quickly lashes the air twice more and again we jump in our skins. Then Sam moves a bit to his right and takes a step forward. He again lunges and the whip wraps around the rightmost post. The sound is different as it strikes something solid and one can’t help but cringe at the thought of being struck by this monstrous device. Again, I smile a bit thinking, this must be scaring the snot out of Kristel.
Another lash wraps the post; each one makes everyone wince. Another, then another, yet another, then…
“IEEEEEEEEEeeeeee…” Kristel’s body goes completely rigid as the lash wraps around low on her right thigh. We all gasp as the reality of what just happened, hits us in the face. The pain must by unimaginable to have elicited the gut wrenching scream from the ice queen and I feel tears well up as Sam lunges again.
There is no scream at first as the lash wraps a little higher on her thigh, but the sound of her lungs sucking in a huge volume of air causes a chill. Then… “IEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeee…” Even louder than before and she begins to sob and shake her head. Colleen is crying in the bleachers as Sam delivers two quick lashes to her opposite thigh. The blows were so close together that Kristel couldn’t scream between them but after the second…
“IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeee… OH GAWD… OH GAWD…” She is sobbing like an injured baby now and I begin to cry as well. This is too much; even for this hateful woman. I must stop this. I must tell Sam that I don’t need this much revenge! I look at him and see him nod to an ashen faced Kendall. She moves in front of Kristel and shakily speaks; “You know… that you can… stop this… uh… harlot… you must use the word… do you want to use the word?”
Through her horrible sobbing Kristel screams; “NO… NO… NO!”
Why doesn’t she stop this? I forgot that she can stop this on her own, anytime she wants. What’s she trying to prove? My jaw drops when I notice drips falling from between her legs. Is it pee? No! It’s her juice! She is aroused for Christ sake!
Kendall backs away and Sam delivers four rapid lashes that wrap horizontally around Kristel’s hips and buttocks. “IEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeee… NO… NO…” The scream is truly blood curdling and her sobbing is so hard she can barely breathe. Most of the girls in the bleachers are crying or have the heads in their hands. I can see that Gloria wants to run out but Isabella and Helen are hugging her and trying to console. How can Sam do this? He must be much angrier at Kristel than he let on but, still, this is not the man I thought I knew.
He continues the brutal thrashing, wrapping the leather snake around her abdomen, then her midsection, up and over her chest. Each lash leaves a bright red welt as evidence of Sam’s malice and brings forth yet another deathly scream; “IEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeee…” We are all sobbing with her now and I can take no more; I must stop him now. I look at Sam, about to scream at him, demanding that he stop, but… I am stunned to see that he too is weeping!
My mind is reeling now. What is going on here? Why does a cruel man weep while he causes such agony?
Sam rears back and delivers the twenty ninth searing, horizontal lash to her hips. The whip wraps and the end snaps against her butt, leaving yet another bright red welt but then… Kendall suddenly motions for Sam to hold and moves close to Kristel; “Did you say something?”
Kristel does whisper something and Kendall says; “I’m sorry honey but, you have to say it louder.”
Kristel takes a breath then, through her sobs she whispers hoarsely; “Please… please… My Master… Philadelphia.” Her head drops forward and she passes out.
Sam immediately drops the whip and motions for everyone to move in. He stretches the left bungee and unhooks her anklet in one motion then, just as quickly, unhooks the other. Alyssa has placed the wooden crate in front and Sam, unfolding a sharp utility knife, steps up and, taking Kristel’s weight with one arm, slices through the right bungee cord. Five of us move in and hold her up so he can cut the other restraint then Kristel slumps into our arms.
We carry her to a towel covered massage table and lay her gingerly on her tummy. She is moaning and beginning to come out of her faint. Isabella, Alyssa, and a couple of the others begin to gently daub her with cool wet towels as Sam just stands watching about ten feet away. Kendall is bent close to Kristel’s face, gently wiping her with a wet cloth and stroking her hair; ‘It’s okay now Mardi… we’ll take care of you.”
Kristel begins to compose herself and lifts her head slightly to look around. She whispers something to Kendall who turns and motions Sam to come closer. When he is beside her, Kristel lifts her head to look at him and then, with as clear a voice as she can muster, says; “Thank you… My Master… thank you…” She lays her head back and closes her eyes.
Sam leans in and kisses her on the forehead then turns and goes out the studio door. Alyssa hands me her towel and follows and I can’t help thinking that Kristel is now a broken women; Sam has broken her will by brutally beating her until she had to give in or die but… she could have stopped it. Why didn’t she stop it sooner?
We continue to minister to her and when she can walk, we help her to the shower. Gloria, Colleen, and I undress and take her under the soft, warm water and even this delicate rain touching her skin causes her to wince. As I gently wash her shoulders I look at her face and… suddenly it all becomes clear… he hasn’t broken her; that was never the intent. Instead he has helped her reach a plateau that she desperately needed to get to but could never attain without him. I begin to cry, overwhelmed by the power of the event I have been privileged to observe. I have witnessed a metamorphosis and see now that Kristel will never be the same. She needed this like the rest of us need air and she will never have to do this again. But, what about Sam?
When we complete Kristel’s ministrations we, oh so carefully, dress her in a bathrobe and, with Isabella and Gloria supporting her, we walk out of the studio. As we exit I glance to my left and see Sam sitting on a garden bench, his arms and head on his knees, with Alyssa hugging and rubbing his back. I feel I should leave them be but Alyssa motions for me to come over.
She moves her head away from Sam and whispers; “Do you understand what that was all about in there?”
I nod and whisper that I do but she repeats; “Are you sure you get it… about Kristel I mean?”
I answer; “Yes I get it now. I didn’t at first but I do now. Most of us do I think.”
“Okay, then can you stay with Sammy while I go to the house for a few?”
I tell her that I would be happy to and then take her place beside him as she runs to the house. It’s easy to see that he is terribly upset by all this and that he has been crying. I just keep my arm around him and silently rub his shoulder. A couple of minutes pass and he abruptly sits up and leans back in the bench.
“Well… that was quite an evening, eh?” He rubs the moisture from his face with his palms.
I nod in agreement and he continues; “I could see the girls… in the bleachers… they must think I’m Satan reborn!”
He begins to tear up again but, as I start to speak, he breaks himself out; “Geez! I wish I had a cigar!”
As if on cue, Colleen comes bounding out of the house with a cigar in one hand and a drink in the other. She is a petite young thing with long, fire red hair and pale eggshell skin. She is rarely without a smile and is gregarious to a fault. She hands the items to Sam and says; “Rye and ginger; easy on the ginger, just the way you like it.”
She then leans down and, placing a hand on either side of his face, tilts his head back and tenderly kisses him. “Don’t fret Sammy, we love you and we understand now. We love you even more than before.”
Sam answers; “Thank you my sweet Irish lassie.”
Beaming, she does a mock curtsey then turns and runs back to the house. Sam takes a healthy swig of his drink then a long, satisfying drag on the already lit cigar. I then say; “She’s right, you know, we all get it now. We just didn’t realize how much it upset you.”
“I thought I’d be able to handle it better… I mean, I practiced for weeks on posts and stuff then, I bought two dead pigs and beat the shit out of them until I could strike without breaking skin. I was sure I could do it but that day when Ally screamed I…”
“Ally! You used that on Alyssa???” I couldn’t believe he would even consider lashing her with that awful thing.
He takes a breath then a long sigh; “I know, I know! But… you know her… she kind of insisted… I was practicing a couple of weeks ago and I was pretty good with it by then. No breaks, just the welts… and they go away after a few days so… you know… anyway, Al was watching and said it looked to her that I had it down, and then I said that the only real test was going to be Mardi.”
Sam takes another deep breath another sigh; “Suddenly she jumps off the fence and strips! Then she stands there with her hands behind her back and her legs spread and says that… I’ll have to try it on her! I said no way but she said she would stand there all day and night ‘til I whipped her… just once she said… on the thigh.”
He was beginning to get teary eyed again but he continued; “So… I decided… okay, just one. It wouldn’t be that bad but I was shaking Syl. I was so scared… I took about ten swings at the pig again… you know… to be sure, then I wrapped one around her thigh…”
He was crying a bit now; “Oh… she screamed Syl… worse than what you heard in there. It didn’t break her skin or anything but I hurt her so bad… She’s my soul, you know Sylvia? And I had hurt her worse than anybody ever had.”
I hug him as hard as I can then, after a moment, I ask; “Was she upset?”
“Upset? Hell no! I dropped the whip and went and hugged her and she hugged me back really tight… and said she was sorry for screaming! She said I had done it perfectly and the welt would go away… we just sat there and hugged and cried for a long time… I don’t deserve her Syl… but without her I truly have no soul.”
I hug him and kiss him on the neck and we just sit for a few minutes. I can’t help but envy what Alyssa has with this man. I doubted him back there; for a few moments I lost my trust in him, but I know for a fact that Alyssa never could. If he asked her to, she would, without a moment’s hesitation, step in front of a speeding train.
As we enter the house all the girls in the living room surround Sam and hug him, kiss him, tell him they love him, and tell him they understand. There is some crying and laughing and then they guide him to another towel covered massage table and have him sit on the edge. We all find seats that more or less make him the focus of the group and then Penelope asks; “Are you okay Sammy?”
“Oh yeah… you guys are great… this really helps. I’m just glad you don’t all despise me.”
We all talk over top of one another telling him that we care deeply for him until Isabella’s voice breaks through; “Do me a little favour though, willya Sam… no matter how much I beg or pester, don’t ever use that thing on me okay?”
Sam answers; “DEAL!”
He then asks; “Is she upstairs?”
Alyssa answers; “Yes… Gloria and Kendall are with her… she’ll be okay Sam.”
Sam nods then looks at his watch; “Well, I guess we still have time for whip poker if you like. Although I think Gloria wanted to…”
Isabella abruptly jumps to her feet, moves in front of him, and gives him a huge hard kiss. She moves back and, still holding his face, says; “Actually we decided to postpone that ‘til tomorrow and do something else instead.”
“What’s that? Sam asks.
“BLITZ MASSAGE!” With that, we all jump up and surround Sam and, before he can say another word, Isabella has his sweatshirt up, over his head and off.
When we first came in, Malsa told me that Alyssa had asked them if they would all give Sam a full body massage when he returned; as a way of showing that everything was okay. Isabella just made up the name.
Sam protests a bit; “I appreciate it girls but you don’t have to…”
Isabella interrupts; “Shush! Now stand up, big boy, so I can finish my job.”
With a sigh Sam stands and Isabella immediately pulls his sweatpants and underwear to his feet. She squats down, helps him step out then gives him a little peck on his penis as she stands. “Okay, lover, lie down on your tummy.”
We all move around the table and take positions by his side; at his shoulders are Malsa and Lilly, at his butt are Isabella and Helen, his legs are covered by Penelope and Colleen, and I am at his right foot and Teri at the other. Alyssa, standing at his head, pours a generous amount of warm massage oil on his back then passes the bottle to Colleen who pours some on his legs then gives the bottle to Teri. Sam immediately begins to moan his appreciation as we all start to rub and we can feel him begin to relax. Alyssa has her face down close to his and is gently rubbing his temples. After a few minutes, Isabella suggests that he roll over on his back and, reluctantly, he complies.
We all reload with massage oil and begin to rub him again; Isabella and Helen massaging around, but not touching, his genetalia. He is so relaxed that his penis is soft but this begins to change soon after we begin. Then Isabella asks; “Ally, do you want to change spots with me so you can…”
Ally says; “Oh, that’s okay Isabella, go ahead. I’m pretty sure he won’t mind.”
Isabella answers; “Actually it wasn’t him I was thinking of.”
Alyssa restates; “I appreciate that Iz but, please, go ahead.”
With that Isabella and Helen begin to massage his testicles and penis which quickly displays its appreciation. Sam begins to pant softly as Isabella moves her head slowly down.
Alyssa, still gently rubbing Sam’s temples, says; “Just you hands Isabella… be good now.”
Isabella protests; “But, when he’s ready he’s going to need somebody…”
A voice from behind us says; “Could I be permitted to be that somebody?”
We all turn to see Kristel, supported by Kendall and Gloria, standing in the doorway. Alyssa smiles and motions her to come and take the place of a somewhat disappointed Isabella. Kristel moves in and then drops her bathrobe to reveal the multitude of red welts; we all wince at the sight. Alyssa leans down to Sam; “My Master, Mardi has a request.”
He lifts his head a bit as Kristal lowers her eyes and softly asks; “My Master, may I be permitted the privilege of pleasuring you with my mouth?”
Sam rolls his eyes up to Alyssa who nods her approval then he says; “That would be very nice, my little slave.”
Kristel smiles then moves her head down and begins to softly kiss and lick his manhood. Then she slowly takes him into her mouth right down to the base. I can’t help but admire her for doing this and doing it so well! I have to wonder how she acquired her obvious talent for this as Sam begins to pant harder. Alyssa then leans down and begins to kiss him upside down, Spiderman style. When he finally erupts, Kristel does not speed up or change her rhythm, she just keeps her steady in and out motion until he is completely spent. It is one of the most sensual things I have ever seen.
We all opt for an early night and Sam asks if Kendall and I are okay to double up for another night. In unison we quickly reply; “Oh YES!”
Kristel asks if Gloria would mind staying with her tonight and Gloria accepts leaving Isabella to say; “Awe… now I’m all alone!”
Colleen steps up, takes her hand and says; “No you’re not, lassie.”
There is a silent pause as the other girls look at each other then, excitedly, other pairings are quickly, almost randomly made, ending with Helen being odd-man-out. Isabella and Colleen take her hand and they all run up the stairs giggling.
“RISE AND SHINE… IT’S CHRISTMAS… TIME FOR PRESENTS!”
Kendall and I are rudely awakened by Sam’s announcement and loud hammering on our door. Our limbs are so intertwined that it takes a few seconds to untangle ourselves. We are sleepy, sweaty, and SO contentedly happy and, as I enjoy my requisite early morning stretch, I feel Kendall’s hand begin to massage my breast. I smile at her as she leans down, starts a long, soft, deep kiss, and slides her hand down, between my legs. I am instantly wet and spread to accommodate, then I press my lips harder against hers and lightly pinch her nipple. We both begin to moan…
“COME ON LOVERS… LET’S GO! SANTA’S BEEN HERE!”
In unison we both whisper; “Shit!”
We reluctantly concede defeat to Sam’s excitement, roll out of bed, and throw our bathrobes on. As we head for the door I grasp her elbow and say; “Kendall, I hope you know how wonderful the last two nights have been. I… you’re just amazing.”
She smiles and says; “Me too Sylvia, me too… so… you thinkin’ of switchin’ teams?”
We both chuckle and I add; “I wish we could have more than just one more night.”
We go into the hall, move towards the stairs and Kendall says; “Yeah, me too… maybe we should sign up for the whip poker game. I might win you!”
“Just what the hell is ‘whip poker’ anyway?”
She giggles a bit then; “Oh, well… anybody can play but it’s best with even numbers. Everybody wears the same items… you know… bra, panties, shirt, pants, and socks—socks count as one. Then it’s regular draw poker and the loser sheds an article of clothing. It’s a little different; you all show your hands and the worst is the loser and the best is the winner.”
I interject; “So, it’s just strip poker.”
“Well, not quite… when you’re naked, and you have another loss then you have to pick a piece of paper from a jar. The paper says how you’ll be bound and the winner of that hand gets first crack at you.”
I ask; “How you’ll be bound?”
“Yeah… like it might say ‘The Stocks’ or maybe ‘Hogtie’, something like that. So Sam takes you out and gets you ready then the winner gets you for fifteen minutes. After that, everybody gets you for a while.”
“Sounds… interesting… but I am a lousy poker player.”
Kendall smiles, gives me a kiss, and says; “I, on the other hand, am an excellent poker player!”
We are giggling like four year olds as we enter the kitchen.
A few girls are here getting coffee or juice and the rest are in the living room. We say our good mornings, get our drinks and join the others. Everyone is in their bathrobes and the only one wearing anything else is Sam... that stupid Santa hat!
A jovial Sam greets us; “Good morning all and Merry Christmas! I trust you all slept well?”
We all return his greeting then Kendall says she wants to check on the horses and that she’ll only be a couple of minutes. She heads outside and Sam continues; “Well, it’s time to dole out the presents and, as usual, I am embarrassed by the number of gifts with my name on it. I keep telling you not to do that but… well… you are a disobedient lot aren’t you?”
Everybody answers at once; “Oh yes we are naughty!” or “We need to be punished!”
Isabella blurts; “Oh My Master, you should punish me right now!” With that, she stands, turns, bends over, and lifts her robe. We are all laughing hysterically as Sam swats her on the bum with his Santa hat.
Sam interrupts; “I’m going to top off my coffee… we should wait for Kenny… I’m sure she won’t be long.”
As he goes to the kitchen I feel a little anxious about the gifts. I received a letter from someone named “Sadie” who stated things in her writing which left no doubt that she was a client. She had sent the letter to all the clients she knew of and asked if we wanted to chip in on a large gift for Sam. I sent her a cheque but I still wanted to get him something special on my own however; sitting here now, I wonder how it will stack up to the gifts that these wealthy women would give.
I can’t help but smile as I look at Kristel sitting beside, and chatting with, Malsa. The woman who, less than two days ago, thought it would be best to kill Kristel was now jabbering with her like a giddy schoolgirl!
Kendall returns just as Sam enters the living room with his fresh coffee and he immediately begins to hand out gifts. He grabs one for himself, and sits as we tear into the wrapping paper. Mine is a beautiful gold chain with a heart shaped pendant, also in gold, with the letters “DS” in small diamonds. This is obviously custom made and very expensive. On the back is engraved “Chicago! It’s our kind of town”. Tears begin to well as I reminisce and stare at this carefully considered gift.
The others have received equally thoughtful presents; some got different types of jewelry while others got mementos that were special to them but a mystery to the rest of us. I look over and see that Sam has received a Rolex from Teri and the anxiety about my gift returns.
As Sam begins to get up Isabella stops him and says; “Hey, since there’s a whole bunch of packages with your name on ‘em, why don’t we clean some of them up first.” Over the next few minutes she hands him gift after gift including a large humidor completely filled with his favourite Dutch cigars from Malsa and a first edition Robert Rourk book from Colleen.
Sam gets up now and hands us each a personally tagged but otherwise identical package. He gets a package for himself, and sits as we all again attack the wrappings. They are all DVDs. There are two in my package, both titled “Sylvia’s Torment”. I can’t keep from gasping!
Teri, sitting to my left, notices my astonishment and says; “You seem pretty surprised.”
Incredulously I say; “You mean… he filmed the…”
Teri explains; “Oh yes… he has about twenty cameras strategically placed all over the studio… even in here.” She points and I see the small camera in the far corner near the ceiling.
She continues; “It’s a lot of work but he does a real good job. If you had a scenario, you get two versions, one where he edits out all the in-between stuff so it plays like a real kidnapping or whatever, and another with everything.”
Still shocked; “But… could other people see this…”
Sam, overhearing my question, comes over and says; “I’m sorry Syl, I forgot to tell you about this… everybody has the only two copies from their sessions; I erase all the digital files on my computer. Some people leave me one of the copies, others don’t. It is entirely up to you…. Oh, and, if you tell me before a session that you don’t want the cameras on, that’s okay too.”
Sam returns to his seat and most of the girls go over and hand him one of their copies and give him a little kiss. Then Isabella says; “Okay Sammy, two more to go. This one’s from Sylvia.”
He takes the package, smiles at me, and rips the paper off; “Oh Sylvia… WOW… this is… amazing!” All the girls move behind him to see the oil painting… of my shiny, oiled body spread-eagled over the barrel—my first encounter with Sam.
Sam, genuinely impressed, says; “How did you… how the heck did you…”
“I took a digital picture of myself stretched over my footstool then described the scene, as best I could remember, to the artist. She made a bunch of sketches and, when she got it more or less right, well… there it is. I told her it was just a fantasy of mine.”
Sam comes over and gives me a kiss then says; “Thank you very much Syl… this is really special. I’ll put it somewhere discreet but, really, I’d love to put it over the mantle.”
I look up at him and hand him one of my DVDs and say; “I’d be honoured.”
He gets up and replaces a landscape over the fireplace with the portrait and… there I am, stretched naked for the world to see. I am beaming with pride now but a few months ago I would have died.
Isabella breaks in once more; “One more to go, Sammy.” And hands him a small package with a large envelope attached. He opens the envelope and begins to read the card; “uh… apparently it’s from everybody. I won’t read all the names but all of yours’ are on it, and there’s a note from Sadie… ‘Dear Sammy, This is a small token from all of us. You have made a huge difference in all out lives and you know that you saved mine. Lots of love – Sadie’”
A little teary eyed now he opens the package revealing a note that reads; “Too big for this box. Go look out front.”
We all get up and go to the front porch and there, in front of the stoop, complete with a huge red bow, sits a brand new, oil slick black, fully loaded Yukon SUV.
“Holy SHIT!” is all that he can say.
The rest of the day passes quietly with people doing various things with various other people. Like an excited teenager, Sam keeps looking for excuses to drive the Yukon. Earlier, Ally told him we were short of milk so Sam eagerly volunteered to go to the variety store in town; about a ten minute drive. He came back about two hours later and… he forgot the milk! When he bolted out the door to go again, we all laughed because we didn’t actually need it and the variety store was most likely closed since it was Christmas day. Sam returned from that trip about an hour later; “He Al, the variety store isn’t open! It’s Christmas day you know!”
Alyssa, in mock apology, said; “Oh… sorry sweetie. I guess I wasn’t thinking.” It was difficult for the rest of us to keep from bursting!
Alyssa, pointing to a box near the front door, then said; “That stuff is for the church but you don’t have to take it today…”
He interrupted; “I’m on it!” We haven’t seen him since.
A couple of hours ago Kristel, who was helping in the kitchen, asked me if we could talk privately in the living room. We sat down on the couch and she said; “Sylvia… it’s hard to know where to start but, I think it’s fair to say that I’ve been a supreme bitch to you ever since we met.”
I was hesitant to respond to that; she is my boss after all…
She continues; “I’m sorry… you don’t have to answer that but we both know it’s true. You have every reason to hate me but I hope I can change that in time. I guess the worst though was the armoire thing and I know it was confusing for you since you ended up liking it but… I need to confess that my motives… were not honourable.”
I suspected all along that she did it out of hatred but to actually hear from her mouth made me start to tear up.
“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I have no excuse, it’s just that… you’re so pretty and smart and everybody likes you… I was jealous and I lashed out.”
I asked; “Why me?”
“Because… you were… you are… the woman I have always wanted to be. I have had to be tough to get where I am and it’s made me into this mean, spiteful, selfish person whom I hate. It’s not an excuse, Sylvia, but I cannot describe what it’s like to thoroughly despise yourself.”
“Is that what last night was about?”
She looked straight into my eyes and said; ‘Yes! At least that was part of it. Last night was like… like a cleansing, among other things… but it changed me Sylvia. I could feel it! I just wish I could have taken all fifty lashes.”
I was pretty sure I knew the answer but I asked anyway; “Why?”
“For him… for Sam… it’s hard to explain… I’ve been coming here for over two years and, every time I left, I cried because… I wanted… I always wanted… to call him ‘My Master’ and do the ‘perfect slave’ thing… I just… I don’t know exactly why but I just couldn’t.”
I suddenly felt sorry for her despite all that had happened; “I think I do understand, Kristel, at least some of it.
Is that why you were fighting with Sam the other night? So he would do this for you?”
She looked ashamed as she answered; “Well… yes but… that’s just the tip of the iceberg. I’ve been pestering him for months but… well, you know… for a guy that makes a living by whipping women, he’s actually such a pussycat!”
I agreed; “He is a pretty rare breed.”
She continued; “He is! And I knew he didn’t want to inflict that kind of suffering on anybody—not even me. But, I also knew that he understood why I needed it so bad. I was pretty selfish, Sylvia, I saw an opportunity to get what I wanted by forcing him to do something he hated. And he did it for only one reason—because, despite my bitchiness, he loves me just like he loves all of you. I know how hard he practiced… he’s a very special guy and I’ve treated him like shit! I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to make it up to him.”
“So… things will be different now?”
She smiled but I could see tears in her eyes too as she said; “Oh yes! They will! And at work too, Sylvia. I’m going to do everything I can to make this up to you. Things will be a lot better, you’ll see!”
I began to chuckle a bit and said; “You know… you sound a little like Scrooge talking to Bob Cratchit.”
We both started to laugh then she said; “Well… it is Christmas!”
We laughed some more then hugged then cried and hugged. It was nice and I knew she was going to good to her word.
Sam finally shows up just as we’re setting the table almost three hours after he left and Alyssa teases; “When I said the church I didn’t mean the one in Rome!”
He kids back; “Well… you should have been more specific!”
As we all get settled in our seats Sam stands and says; “Not to diminish the religious aspects of this day in any way but, ultimately this is what Christmas is all about to me; good people… good friends sitting together at Christmas dinner. I know for a few it wasn’t easy but we can’t tell you enough, how glad we are that you could join us. I lift my glass to you all…”
We go around the table clinking glasses then Isabella says; “Okay… let’s EAT!”
The dinner progresses wonderfully. At any one time throughout the day there were at least six people working in the kitchen so we ended up with a great meal of turkey and ‘all the fixins’—enough to feed a small country. Everyone was in a constant state of chewing, chatter, and laughter—even Kristel. Teri was right; all I want for Christmas next year is to be invited back here.
As dinner winds down Sam again stands and says; “Well, I need to walk off some of this fabulous meal… I am humbled by the presence of such culinary genius and I thank you all from the bottom of my heart.”
Again we clink glasses then Alyssa runs to the kitchen as Sam starts to collect some dishes.
Isabella stops him; “No, no. Shoo now. Well take care of this.”
He thanks her, excuses himself from the table, and starts for the door, then turns back to us. “Oh, don’t forget the whip poker… you should get the ties in the jar and maybe well start in an hour or so.”
Again he turns for the door but Alyssa stops him as she rushes from the kitchen with a rye and ginger and a lit cigar. As he takes the items he smiles a smile that says thank you better than any words could. He kisses her then walks out the door.
As we clean up I ask Lilly; “What does he mean by ‘put the ties in the jar’?”
Lilly explains; “Oh… well if you sign up for the game you write down your favourite tie… you know, the activity you liked the best in one of your sessions. You write that down and put it in the jar then, if you lose you reach into the jar and pick one… it may not be the one you wrote of course. Just pray it’s not Kristel’s!”
I laugh a bit but… I shudder at the thought.
Lilly continues; “Actually I’m having a bit of fun here. You can trade if it’s something you don’t like or Sam will make adjustments… you know, some people are maybe more flexible…whatever. It’s for fun, Syl… nobody’s out to hurt or even scare anybody. And, trust me on this, even if you lose… you win!”
Sam returns from his walk after an hour or so and asks if we’re all ready for the game. We have entered our favourites in the jar and set two card tables together with eight seats. Teri, Malsa, Lilly, and Alyssa have elected not to play but the rest of us are in for the proverbial ‘penny and pound’.
The first several hands are fairly even and, after about forty five minutes, we are equal, left with only bra and panties. There has been lots of cackling and chortling at the table as well as heckling from the “spectators”—especially Sam and Isabella.
“Izzy, you have to be the worlds worst, nymphomaniac poker player!”
Isabella retorts; “Oh yeah? Well why don’t you sit in for a few hands? I’d have you buck naked in ten minutes!”
The next hand is lost by Penelope who sighs and dutifully removes her bra revealing a pair of tiny pert little boobs. Then she puts her hands behind her back, sticks her chest out and closes her eyes. Immediately, and with much merriment, everyone, including our spectators, takes a turn at fondling and/or tweaking her nipples. Feeling obliged, I happily follow suit. It seems there are a couple of traditions to this game that I still need to learn.
Isabella drops the next hand and her torment lasts longer as we cannot help but linger, squeezing and fondling those magnificent orbs. We then play another hand… and I lose.
Somewhat reluctantly I slowly remove the bra amid taunts of “Take it of girlfriend” and “Let’s have a look at those casabas”. I set myself in position and they start into me right away. It seems to go on forever and when they finally are satisfied, Kendall gets up, comes behind me and begins to massage my breasts. The others are teasing; “Ohhhhh… what have we here?” and “She’s going to do her right here on the table!” She caresses and squeezes then bends down, kisses my nipples and returns to her seat. I am beet red and sure that there is a little puddle on my chair.
Kristel drops the next hand. We are hesitant to touch her welt covered body even though the marks are already fading. Sam comes over and, from behind begins to fondle her lovely boobs then pinches her nipples enough to cause her to jump and squeak; “Ooooo…” We all then take a turn when we realize that the lash had never touched her breasts.
Isabella loses again and, to the sounds of hoots and applause, she stands, turns, slides her thong panties to the floor, then bends over and grabs her knees. Each one of us the gets up and gives her a single, hard spank although Colleen gave her a few pats to her labia for good measure.
I get through the next few hands unscathed while some others parted with there bras and untouched nipples but then… I lose again!
I shed my panties and take the spanks then Kendall, wearing only panties now, comes to me and says: “Spread ‘em sweety.”
I do as instructed and she begins to rub my labia and sticks two fingers in my vagina. She rubs for about thirty seconds accompanied by taunts of “Rub-A-Dub-Dub!” and “Get a room!” then she again returns to her chair. My face cannot get any redder as I meekly sit back in my seat. Geez Kendall!
The next hand is the final loss for Isabella and she chooses “Straight pillar” from the jar. The winner of the hand is Kristel so they are now out of the game.
Kendall loses the next two hands and draws “Reverse T Hogtie”. The “expert” poker play didn’t seem to try too hard to win. She and winner Colleen are now out as well.
Helen now loses two in a row and gets “T Bar” as she and Gloria join the others, leaving Penelope and me and, of course, I lose the last hand.
As each loser drew from the jar the others would say “Ohhhhh…” but the loudest was for Kendall’s “Reverse T” and mine, the “High Chair”. My temporary new “Master”, Penelope simply answered; “You’ll see!” when I asked what the heck the high chair was.
Sam motions for the naked losers to follow him to the studio and, once inside, we sit together on a bench by the main wall. He has Isabella put on a pair of wrist cuffs and lock them together then, after retrieving a large amount of rope, motions for her to stand with her legs together and her back against one of the main barn pillars. He has her step up on a short stool and then asks her to stand on her toes and reach up as high as she can. Standing on a small ladder stool, he pulls her wrists higher still and affixes the cuffs to a ring mounted rope. He adjusts the rope so that Isabella can just barely stand on her toes. Now he wraps no less than seven ropes, four times around the pillar; across her ankles, then her knees, then just below her crotch. One across her tummy, then one just below her boobs, one just above her boobs, and lastly one across, and into, her mouth. Going back to the bottom he gives each rope end a tug and ties them off. It is remarkable how fast he is able to complete the bind. Now he says something to her then bends down and removes the stool.
Isabella is now hanging there completely immobile; she can’t even move her head and her luscious breasts are jutting forward, just aching to be toyed with. Sam uses a two way to call Alyssa and have her send Kristel to the studio then he motions for Helen to follow him to the T bar.
Helen leans her back against the padded metal crosspiece at the top of the four foot high T bar. He then has her spread her feet quite a bit and quickly ties her ankles to rings in the floor. He takes her arms behind her and binds her wrists together then he kneels and slowly pulls down on the rope forcing Helen to arch her back over the T more and more. She doesn’t complain but he stops when she begins to moan and ties the rope off. As he forced her back to arch, her legs stretched tight so now she too was immobile except for her head. He kissed her and asked if she was okay and, when she said she was, he inserted a ball gag and fastened it. Again he called Alyssa and asked for Gloria. Just then Kristel, now in a bathrobe, entered the barn.
She walks straight to Isabella and says; “Oooooo… so you’re my little slave now are you?”
Through her gag Isabella says; “Uh huh.”
Kristel picks up a nearby horse hair flogger and asks; “Would my little slave enjoy the touch of the pony’s tail?”
Isabella eagerly answers; “Uh HUH!”
She starts at her feet and rhythmically walks the whip up her body, similar to how Sam did it with Ally. Izzy is already moaning but she can only pull a wee bit against her ropes. Sam watches for a bit to ensure that Isabella is okay then finishes Helen’s bind. Gloria now enters the barn and Sam uses the two way again and asks Alyssa to send Teri to keep an eye on them while he moves to Kendall’s bind.
Gloria picks up an electric wand and proceeds to slowly torment Helen who writhes and squeals as the low current radiates through her. Sam watches until Teri arrives then motions for Kendall.
To the sounds of Helen’s squealing and Isabella’s orgasm, Sam sets to work on Kendall. Kristel is now pressing a snow cone vibrator against Izzy’s clit and fondling her breasts. She has already climaxed but Kristel does not let up and Isabella is going nuts!
Sam wraps a rope several times around Kendall’s hips then attaches a long rope to the front and another to the back of the hip rope. He now binds her wrists together behind her pack leaving about eight feet dangling. He has her sit on the floor and spread her legs apart very wide then attaches long ropes to both ankles. Pulling each ankle rope a bit he ties them off to more rings in the floor. He hits a switch which lowers the end of a winch cable almost to her head then securely ties the ends of the front and back hip ropes. Sam now asks Kendall to lie on her back and, after confirming that she is ready, hits the switch. The winch pulls at her hips lifting them up and off the ground. He stops the winch when the ankle ropes are taut leaving Kendall completely upside down and spread… in the shape of a T. Sam calls on the two way for Colleen then finishes Kendall’s bind by pulling the wrist rope until her arms are straight back then securing to a post. He bends down, gives her a little kiss and installs a ball gag.
As Colleen enters, Isabella, sweating like a stevedore, is squealing as Kristel brings on her third eruption with an electric wand. Gloria has switched to a dildo vibrator and Helen is begging her to remove it as she comes down from her first climax. Teri repositions so she can see all three victims as Colleen moves to Kendall. I have learned that Colleen too is very gay and very orgasmic. That is; she loves to have orgasms and she loves to give orgasms. She immediately begins to rub and kiss Kendall’s unbelievably accessible pussy then she picks up and lubes a dildo vibrator and slowly slides it down into Kendall’s wide open vagina. Because of her position the dildo stays in by itself leaving Colleen free to do other things. Kendall begins to moan and pull at her ropes just as Sam motions for me to join him. Damn! I would love to keep observing this.
Watching the three victims and their “masters” has got me pretty aroused but I am a little afraid of what the “high chair” might be. It turns out to be a metal pole, about seven feet tall, with four movable padded ‘arms”; two at waist height and two at shoulder height. Sam moves the two lower arms almost together then lifts me and sits me on them with my back against the pole. The cold metal makes me gasp. He moves my legs gently up, over, and behind the arms then he bends my legs until my heels touch my butt. Now, using two leather belts, he firmly binds my legs to the arms. He wraps two more belts around me and the pole, one at my waist and the other above my boobs, to pull me back tight against it. Now he swings the upper arms of the chair so that they are straight out and has me grab the ends with my hands. He uses four smaller belts to secure my arms to, and parallel with, the chair’s arms. Now he slowly swings the upper bars back, more and more, until my arms are almost straight back behind me. My moan tells him when to stop and lock them down. He now swings the lower arms slowly back until my legs are straight out to the side then he locks them in place.
Sam asks me if I’m okay and I say I am but, holy crap, I’m stretched tight! Now he puts a little cushion behind my head and then inserts a ball gag with extra long straps that go right around the pole. He pulls my head fairly tight against the pole and secures the gag.
I am now unable to move anything other than my toes and eyelids. As Sam calls for Penelope I feel myself dripping… and listen for the others.
I can hear the wood creaking as Kendall convulses against her ropes. I smile at the vision of her engulfed in the throws of yet another ripper. I can hear the muffled squeals and screams of Isabella and Helen as more of the girls have joined Kristel and Gloria.
I see Penelope walking towards me. Lovely Penelope. Petit Penelope. Penelope, who loves the whips.
As she lashes the whip across my open, indefensible vagina, I dream of the coming night with Kendall and pray that Sam will not forget me when he prepares the invitations for next year.
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