Karen untied Yvonne, and brought her some water to drink. After a brief rest for them both to recover, Yvonne found herself kneeling atop the cage in a doggy position. Her left thigh was bound to her left calf, and also to the cage, and her right leg was bound in the same way. Her arms were bound behind her back in a box tie, and a yoke around her neck was also tied to the cage, forcing her to keep her head down and her bottom up in the air. The position left her very exposed, but she also found it comforting being bound once again. For reasons she couldn’t fully articulate, the feeling of the rope on her limbs made her feel very safe. She still had the ice-cold clamps on her nipples, and Karen was walking around her, examining her body from several different angles, and running her hand over Yvonne’s bum and idly probing her pussy with her fingers.
“I know you’ve said in our electronic chats that corporal is a big fantasy for you,” Karen said. “I need to know, now that you’ve experienced a little, how you felt about the flogging I gave you?”
“It was absolutely wonderful, I loved it,” Yvonne replied.
“Yes, but how close was it to your tolerance limit?”
“I could take more. Quite a bit more, actually.”
“And you are alright with me marking you?”
“Yes please!”
“Very well,” Karen said, grinning wickedly, “you’ve just earned yourself a caning.” With that she left the room for a minute, and returned carrying a rattan cane, as well as a small tin of something that she set down on the end table next to the ice bucket. Yvonne guessed the cane to be just short of a meter in length, with what looked like green cord wrapped around one end to form a handle. Karen resumed her pacing around Yvonne’s cage, lightly tapping the cane against her ass as she did so. In her heightened sense of awareness it seemed to Yvonne that a subtle change had come over Karen just in the past couple of minutes. Her breathing was heavier, for one thing, and her voice slightly huskier.
“Count for me,” Karen said, bringing the cane down smartly on Yvonne’s bottom. “We’re going to 20 today.” The cane whistled through the air as Karen swung it, and it made a loud smack as it struck Yvonne’s behind. The impact was enough to knock the breathe out of her, and without the ropes holding her firmly in place she would in all likelihood have wound up in a heap on the floor.
“Oh my God! One,” she said. Karen continued walking around her slowly, letting her wonder when the next blow would land. Just when Yvonne thought she couldn’t stand the suspense any longer, Karen would bring the cane down on her ass once more. With each successive blow Yvonne became more and more aroused until on the 10th blow she had an orgasm.
“You fucking slut!” Karen literally screamed at her. “Did I give you permission to cum?”
“No, Mistress, you didn’t,” her novice sub whimpered. “I’m sorry, Mistress, I just couldn’t help myself.”
Karen picked up the wand vibe and held it against her own clit as she continued swotting Yvonne’s backside with the cane. Despite her Mistress’ admonitions, Yvonne still couldn’t prevent herself from cumming each time the cane landed on her bum, and by the 13th blow the sounds of her orgasms were joined by those of Karen’s own, as the dominant American woman got off from the combined effects of the vibe on her clit and her domination of her English sub.
After the 20th blow Karen set the cane down, along with the vibrator, and rubbed some lotion into the now very prominent welts her actions had raised on Yvonne’s ass cheeks and the back of her thighs. Next she unscrewed the lid on the tin she’d set down earlier on the end table, and Yvonne’s nose once again took in a powerful whiff of ginger. “Powdered ginger mixed with lube,” Karen hissed, seeing that Yvonne had identified the odor of the spice.
“It’s going to really make it burn.” With that she reached into the ice bucket and removed a rather intimidating looking glass anal plug. Wiping it off with a towel, she proceeded to coat it with the ginger lube. She took a finger and worked it slowly into Yvonne’s ass, causing her to gasp from the sudden burning sensation brought about by the ginger. Once Yvonne had grown accustomed to the penetration Karen added a second finger, then removed them both and placed the tip of the glass plug at her by now slightly stretched opening. She paused there for a moment before slowly pushing it up Yvonne’s bum with a single motion. Yvonne gasped under the assault of the various sensations she was simultaneously experiencing: the burning of the lube coupled with the cold of the glass while she was being stretched by the size of the plug.
Karen left the room again for a few minutes, and when she returned she was sporting a strap-on dildo fastened to her pelvis with a leather harness. Placing herself in front of her bound sub, she slathered her artificial phallus liberally with the ginger laced lube, instructed her to taste it, and then positioned herself behind Yvonne with one foot on the floor on either side of the cage and the tip of the dildo positioned at the entrance to her cunt. She waited there, leaving Yvonne quite literally dripping with anticipation.
“Please,” she pleaded, “I need you inside me.”
“Are you sure?” Karen teased. “It’s really going to burn.”
“I don’t care,” Yvonne replied, her breathing labored, “I need it. Fuck me! Fuck me, God damn you!”
The flat of Karen’s hand landed on Yvonne’s tender bottom at the same time Karen thrust the artificial prick inside her. “You will remember to address me with respect!” she admonished.
“Yes, Mistress, I’m sorry, Mistress,” she gasped, just barely managing to remain coherent enough to speak. Many sensations were coursing through her body at once – the glass plug in her ass that refused to give up its cold temperature, coupled with the burning of the ginger it was coated with; the same burning sensation in her cunt, accompanied by the sense of fullness brought on by the rubber cock Karen was fucking her with; the very different burn on her bum cheeks from the caning she’d so recently received; the pinch of the clover clamps on her nipples; and the reassuring embrace of Karen’s ropes on her limbs, holding her safely in place – she felt both very alive, and as if every nerve ending in her body was on fire, all at the same time. A series of unintelligible moans escaped from the depths of her throat as her body writhed from the effects of wave after wave of orgasm, each one originating deep in her cunt before traveling to the farthest tips of her extremities. Unconsciously she sensed that Karen was also cumming, but beyond that she lost track of time, or even any notion of where she was, as her entire existence was reduced to the cage she was tied to, the woman who was fucking her, and the need to ride the seemingly endless wave of orgasms.
Some time later her sense of awareness started to return. At some point Karen had shed her strap-on and harness, donned a white terrycloth dressing gown and was now standing next to Yvonne, running a hot, wet flannel that she must have fetched from the bathroom over her body. Sometime in the interim the plug had been removed from her ass, but she was still bound in place.
She was reassured and anchored by Karen’s voice asking her, “is it safe to untie you now? I didn’t want to do so until I knew you were back in the land of the living.”
Yvonne nodded, still not trusting herself to speak. Karen untied her, and helped her rise to a sitting position on the side of the cage.
Her Mistress left the room for a moment, and Yvonne took the opportunity to shake out her hands and feet, which were tingling ever so slightly from having been bound for so long. When she returned, she set down a tray bearing a couple of bottles of water and a plate of stuffed grape leaves on the end table, before wrapping Yvonne into a dressing gown which matched her own.
“So that was good for you?” Karen asked, seating herself on the settee and inviting Yvonne to join her there.
“Oh my God, that was fucking amazing. It was like I’d only ever experienced sex in black and white before, and now I’ve had it in color for the very first time. I know that probably sounds daft.”
“Welcome to my world,” Karen said, laughing, while she handed Yvonne a bottle of water and offered her some grape leaves. Over the next fifteen minutes or so she questioned Yvonne about every aspect of what she’d just experienced: what she’d liked about it, which parts she hadn’t been so fond of, where the evening’s events had been too much for her, and where she might have liked a little bit more.
Satisfied that she’d extracted all the useful information she was going to get from her sub, Karen cleared away the dishes and set the glass top back on the cage while Yvonne paid another visit to the toilet. When she returned, Karen took her by the hand and quietly led her to the bedroom. As Karen flicked on the light, Yvonne got her first look at where this fascinating American woman slept. The bed was a generous four-poster, with a matching dresser on one wall and a nightstand next to the bed upon which stood a lamp and a fancy looking clock radio. The walls were off-white, with a textured plaster finish, and the windows were covered by a set of lace curtains, with a pair of solid plum colored drapes over them that Karen drew. The sheets on the bed were a solid pale lavender color, and the pillowcases and duvet cover were white with a block-graphic print of owls, pine boughs and blossoming flowers in black, red, gold and grey. Several very dramatic black and white photographs hung on the wall, and a couple of pieces of expensive looking porcelain stood on the dresser.
Karen unwrapped Yvonne’s dressing gown from her body and hung it up in the closet, before hanging her own next to it. She pulled back the covers ever so slightly, inviting the young woman to climb into bed, then walked around to the other side and climbed in next to her. The two women lay on their sides, facing each other, Karen’s hand resting loosely on Yvonne’s hip, cuddling and kissing. She reached to turn out the light, and Yvonne stopped her.
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