Choices Pt. 02

Literotic asexstories – Choices Pt. 02 by OldKinkster,OldKinkster
Choices Pt. 2

This is the continuation of Part 1, about my getting revenge on a girl who had tormented me in High School. While not the first erotic story I have written, it’s the first I’ve shared with the general public. Gentle feedback is welcomed.

After giving her five minutes to compose herself, I pulled out another surprise. A heavy black collar, with the name ‘Suzie’ on a metal tag on the front. “Look what I bought for you, Suzie Slut.” Suzie Slut. I kind of like that. I held the collar out so she could see. I don’t know if it was a look of blind acceptance, or maybe a little excitement, but it was almost like she couldn’t wait to have me put it on her.

I pulled her hair up in the back, and snugly fastened the straps. No lock, even though I had one. She knows the stakes for disobeying me, so I wasn’t worried about her trying to take it off.

“It gets harder from here. Are you ready?”

Softly she replied ‘Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” I attached a leash to her new collar, and said ‘Follow me.” She started to stand up and I let loose again. SLAP! With my right hand. This one left a nice red mark on her cheek. “Sluts don’t get to walk unless I tell them to. You will crawl on your hands and knees. Try to keep up.” I gave a slight tug on the leash, and walked across the big open area to a closed door. My den. But also a play room.

Opening the door, I pulled on the leash until she was completely in the room. It really didn’t look like a dungeon you’d see in the BDSM films, but it had a lot of the same equipment. This was a room that could cause her a lot of pain. A case on the wall with various implements hanging. A padded table with rings at various points along the sides. Two vertical rustic beams, made to look like ceiling supports, but actually the uprights to a whipping frame. And, some chains hanging from the ceiling, attached to an electric pulley system.

The effect on Suzie was what I’d hoped for. Wide eyed, I could see her nervously looking around. Wondering what she might be in for.

Why is this room fitted out like this? Well, partially because Stephanie and I like to bring the occasional slut around to play with. Partially because I’ve been adding to it in anticipation of getting Suzie in here. And also because Stephanie and I, while both on the dominant side, take turns switching with each other on our weekends away here.

I dragged Suzie over until we were under two chains hanging from a bar attached to a motorized pulley. “OK, slut, now you can stand. Slowly she got off her hands and knees. Take off your dress.” A little afraid of what was coming next, she slid the dress down to her feet and stepped out of it. She started to reach down to unstrap her high heel sandals, but I just shook my head. “No. Leave them on. They make you look more like the slut you are.”

Before she could process what was going on, I grabbed first one wrist, then the other, and hooked each to their own chain, about 5 or 6 feet apart. I went over to the wall where the pulley control was, and slowly started raising the chains until her arms were stretched above her.

“Now, it’s time to take care of these panties.” Kneeling down, I pulled her panties down to her feet, and lifting one foot at a time, pulled them completely off. I couldn’t resist running my hands up her legs, then over her pussy and ass. The vibrator was still working its magic, keeping her on edge, she was dripping wet. A little slap to her ass made her jump. Not hard, just enough to remind her where she was. I went over to a cabinet, and grabbed a spreader bar. I quickly spread her feet about 3 to 4 feet apart, and attached a cuff to each ankle.

I went back over to the pulley control, and pulled her arms up a bit more. Just until they were nice and stretched so you could see a slight strain in her still muscular legs (once a cheerleader, always a cheerleader) but not so much that she had to stand on her tiptoes. She was going to be here a while, and I didn’t want to cause any damage to her shoulders.

I couldn’t help but to play with those tits a bit before I got going with the main event. I ran my hands all around them, teasing the nipples just a bit. Then I couldn’t resist squeezing and kneading them. Easy at first, then harder, until she was wincing. Finally, I went after just the nipples. At first, just rolling them between my fingertips, eliciting a throaty moan. Then I started pinching, harder and harder. Then twisting, until she was in obvious pain. I could have done that for hours, but it was time to move.

“Now, Suzie Slut. Time for your next test. Are you ready?”

This time, there was actual fear in her eyes. Good. Just what I was going for. She reluctantly nodded. “Now, your next set of choices. Remember, you can opt out at any time.”

“Choice 1: I’m going to whip your backside and legs with this belt.” I held up a menacing looking braided belt. Well used, nice and flexible.

“Choice 2: If you’d rather, I could whip your pussy with this strap.” I held up a smaller, slightly less menacing, but still mean looking black leather strap maybe 15″ long, with a wooden handle.

“Well, Suzie Slut, what will it be?”

Stunned for a minute, she finally said “My ass, Sir. Please whip my ass.”

There was never any chance she’d choose her pussy. That will happen another day. She just doesn’t know it yet.

“Okay. This won’t be easy for you. But to be nice, I’m going to leave your new ‘friend’ in your pussy to keep you company. Because you’ll probably be loud, I’m going to gag you a bit.” With that, I took her soaking wet panties and balled them up and shoved them in her mouth.

“OK, since you can’t talk too well now, if you want to stop, just shake your head back and forth 3 times real fast. I don’t have a set number of strokes I’m going to give you. I need to make sure you’re punished to the point where I’m satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson. But you remember what happens if you stop.”

“Brace yourself. This is going to be intense.” With that, I circled around behind her. I doubled the belt up, and stroked it up and down her backside several times. I snapped the two halves together, just to see her jump. Without further ado, I reared back and delivered the first stroke full across both ass cheeks. It was quite a shock to her. Her eyes practically bugged out of her head, and she bucked as much as possible within the constraints of her bondage. Without waiting, I delivered 3 more whacks in rapid succession. A good whipping knows no rhythm. The more off balance the sub is, the more enjoyable the experience for me. For them, not so much.

I circled around to her front, and held the belt doubled up in front of her face. “Kiss it. Kiss the belt that’s going to cause you so much pain.” She strained to move her head forward as much as she could, and gave it as much of a kiss as she could with the panties in her mouth.

I couldn’t help but run my hand over the area I just whipped. Getting warm already. And a little red. The next few minutes saw another dozen whaps. Some moderate strength and quick, some full force where I really reared back. She was completely off balance, and really moaning through her panty gag now. Her breaths were coming more rapidly. I paused again to run my hand over those still firm buttocks. Very red now. Starting to puff up a little. Time to change it up a bit.

The next half dozen strokes fell on the junction of her ass cheeks and tops of the thighs. I stopped for a minute, and moved up behind her, letting her feel my hard cock through my pants on her ass. As sore as she was she was still horny as could be, and pushed her ass back against my cock, rubbing as much as she could. I reached around and stroked her pussy with my hand, and turned the vibrator up just a notch. And did she moan. A different kind of moan this time, though.

“This is getting too easy for you. Let’s make it more interesting. I went over to the cabinet again, and brought back a set of butterfly clamps connected to a chain. Standing in front of her, I could see fear in her eyes again. I took her left nipple, and worked it with my fingers until it was standing out like a pencil eraser. Then I slowly let the clamp close. A little wince, but nothing too bad. That’s the nice thing about the butterfly clamps. They get more intense as time goes on. Then I did the same to the right nipple. Reaching into my pocket, I took out two 8 ounce weights and hung them on the chain connecting the two clamps. That’s the other nice thing about butterfly clamps. They tighten up the more pressure you put on them.

“Let’s get back to work, shall we.” Over the next ten or so minutes, I worked the belt up and down her ass and halfway down her thighs. She was a wonderful mass of red. A little welted, but nothing too bad. Although I doubt that she thought that just right now. I loved watching her tits jiggle with the clamps on now as I whipped her ass over and over. Something to think about other than her poor ass.

I could tell she was in real agony by now. She was sweating from every pore, her legs looked wobbly, and tears were running down her face. It was heaven seeing her like this.

“Well, what do you think? Is that enough?” She shook her head up and down so fast, she made the weights on her nipples bounce, causing her nipples even more pain. “OK, I think that’s enough. For now.” The ‘for now’ was just for effect. I wasn’t planning on whipping her anymore today. At least her ass…