The bottom section of the trunk had wooden dividers that separated the dildos, vibrators, butt plugs and strapons from the handcuffs, spreaders, and chains. Next to them were ball gags, latex masks, and harnesses. In a small velvet lined tray were nipple clamps, rings, barbells along with other items that he did not know the purpose of.
“Very impressive ladies,” Brian said with a low whistle. “And who enjoys what, pray tell?”
“Mom is into pain, being beaten with various implements. She likes it hard as you will see when she gets naked,” Bea explained. “I like to be restrained with cuffs, chains, spreaders, gags.”
“Very well then,” he said sternly, “Karin get your clothes off, stand facing the foot of the bed. Bea strip then get on your knees on the bare tile.”
The older woman complied instantly, loosening the tie around her neck that held up her dress. The top fell revealing that she wore no bra. She unzipped then pulled the dress down over her hips before stepping out of it. She hooked her fingers in the sides of her black bikini underwear; with a smile she skinned them down her legs. She moved to the bed, standing there with her hands folded in front of her.
Brian stepped closer to examine the mostly faded purple stripes that covered her ass and upper thighs. He looked closer, seeing a large number of faint scars. They began at her shoulders nearly covering her back before they blended with the most recent bruises. He assumed her ass was also covered with the scars as they reappeared on her upper thighs then ended just above her knees.
“Turn around placing your hands behind your back,” he ordered her.
The scars began below her tits, covering the front of her body all the way to her knees. Strangely, her just beginning to sag breasts had no marks on them at all.
“Do you want to explain this obscene cruelty to me?” he asked. “You do not have to if you do not wish.”
Her daughter Bea answered for her. “My father was a cruel sadistic bastard. He was a small insignificant man who took all of life’s frustrations out on my mother’s body. She has always been a submissive little bitch, so in the beginning she enjoyed the pain and humiliation. She especially enjoyed it when he slapped her tits. As soon as he realized she had an orgasm when he abused her breasts, he refused to touch them again. He continued using various things on her body to cause pain before fucking her. After I was born his anger toward her increased. He began using a wire coat hanger on her. This seemed to satisfy his cruel streak, the wire left angry red and purple welts but didn’t break the skin. An interesting side effect was when the skin healed it left those thin scars behind.”
“Since my mother made much more money than he did he was careful to never disable her. As you know the standard work week in Mexico is five and a half days per week. On Saturday afternoon he would strip her then give her five blows from the coat hanger, that way she had nearly two days to recover. It also meant she was in constant pain. He always put her in a position that pressed the newly punished area into the bed while he screwed her.”
“This continued until, in a drunken rage, he beat one of our neighbors who had the temerity to inquire what all the shouting was about. He went to prison for ten years, when he got out, he thought he could pick up where he left off. However, mom was a different person by then and met him at the door with divorce papers. She slammed the door in his face. In his rage he tried to start the house on fire, we called the police, they hauled him away. We have not seen him since.”
“That is a truly horrible story,” he said softly. Gently touching Karin’s shoulder, he said, “I’m sorry.”
“But Brian, do you want to know the saddest part of this story?” Bea asked.
“Yes, if your mother wants me to hear it,” he said.
“Oh yes, she definitely wants you to hear it. The saddest part is she still needs, wants, craves someone to give her that kind of pain. You can see the stripes and bruises I gave her. It’s not enough, but I love her too much to hit her any harder,” Bea explained.
“She needs a strong man to mark her, are you that man Brian?” she asked, staring intently into his eyes.
He was at a loss for a few minutes. He enjoyed rough sex with the right partner, but the almost soft blows he had given Cece with the broom handle were as far as he had ever gone with a woman. This was something else entirely.
Looking hard at Bea he said, “No, no I don’t think so. I like and respect your mother, any woman, too much to hurt her like that.”
Karin turned to look at him then both woman smiled before smothering him in a barrage of kisses. When they let him take a breath, they saw the bewildered look on his face.
Karin took pity on him saying, “We had to make sure you weren’t some sadistic bastard like my ex-husband.”
“If you are willing to give her some red stripes, which she wants, we can go from there,” Bea said smiling.
Shaking his head Brian repeated to himself, I will never, ever understand women. What came out of his mouth was, “I assume you are both going to refer to me as master from now on?”
“Yes, master.” “Of course, master.” Was their enthusiastic reply.
He smiled, then giggled, then outright laughed. The two women were looking at him curiously as he tried to get himself under control. It took a while, but he eventually said, “I am sorry ladies, this situation reminded me of an old joke.”
He said:
“The masochist begged, beat me, beat me.
The sadist replied, No.”
Karin got it right away, letting out a short bark of laughter. Bea was only a second behind before snorting then looking embarrassed.
Bea put her arm around her mother then kissed her cheek and said, “You have found a treasure to be cherished mama.”
They shared a look then went to their knees in front of him. They said in unison, “We give ourselves body and soul to our master, we are yours to use in any manner you desire. Please accept your slaves, master.”
Brian wasn’t comfortable with this situation. It was moving entirely too fast, he needed time to think. Suddenly it came to him.
“Why should I accept you worthless whores before I see how you can perform? Are you arrogant enough to think you can please me, without knowing me?” he asked harshly.
Without a word, Karin went to the trunk, unclipped a rattan cane then handed it to him before draping herself over an ottoman.
Bea picked up a red ball gag, inserted it in her mouth then adjusted the harness. She handed him a pair of leather covered handcuffs then turned, putting her hands behind her back. When she was cuffed, she lay face down on the cold tile floor in a position to watch her mother receive her punishment. Or reward, depending on your point of view.
Brian was still unsure of what they expected from him. Well, when in doubt, ask, he thought.
“So, what do you want slave Karin?” he asked as he traced the curve of her ass with the rattan.
“Oh master, I need you to mark my body. You should be hard on me, I should have red stripes maybe even purple ones when you release me,” she said nearly begging.
“And how many stripes would you like?” he asked.
“It is up to you master, as many as you think I can take is perhaps the correct answer,” she said.
“Well, I don’t want to damage the merchandise so badly that you won’t enjoy the fucking that’s going to come later, so how about we start out with ten, hmm?” he suggested.
“Oh, that would be a very good start, sir,” she agreed.
Brian took up a position next to the woman before delivering what even he thought was a pretty tame swat on her ass.
Bea was making some kind of noise through her gag, after a few seconds he realized she was laughing at his pathetic effort. That annoyed him enough that the next two were much harder, after the second he examined her ass carefully. It looked as if he had left stripes on her, but it was hard to tell because of the fading bruises already marking her. He took up his position once more but delivered the blows to the unbruised part of her upper thighs.
“How was that slave?” he asked.
“The last ones on my thighs were very nice master, are you sure you only want to give me ten?” she asked hoping for more.
“I believe ten more would be appropriate for our first time together, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes please,” she asked wiggling her butt in anticipation.
“Stand up then,” he ordered her. “Hands behind your back.”
When she was in position, he lashed out delivering a blow across both breasts. Karin screamed out in pain but the look on her face was pure extasy. Brian switched position so that he delivered the blows to only one breast at a time.
After he had delivered ten to each breast he held the rattan out to her saying, “Put this back where it belongs.”
Karin complied then came back to him and knelt. Her breasts had angry red lines on them. He lifted her head with a hand in her hair. Tears were streaming down her face. It was a moment before he realized they were tears of joy. He stepped back, meaning to turn toward Bea when he glanced between Karin’s legs. There was a puddle of cum spreading out from her still leaking pussy.
He blinked then went to the chest. He looked at the things clipped to the lid then selected a riding crop.
“Put your face on the floor,” he told her. He went behind the woman, taking in the sight of her beautiful ass and wet red cunt. He began lightly tapping her exposed pussy while he loudly demanded, “Why is your worthless cunt leaking all over the floor? Did I give you permission to cum? Did you think this was for your pleasure? I thought you said you were my slave, that you were here to please me, what the hell happened?”
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